~Dramaturgy~ [Batim AU Project]

Chapter 4: A New Day

(Alan's (Bendy) Point Of View)
     I walked out of the infirmary, still perplexed. Although there are a few things that don't add up, I try my hardest to push the paranoia from my head. My scalp around the base of my horns ached, and so did the base of my tail. It's almost as if they sprouted last night or something. My head ached, too. Why couldn't I remember anything from last night? Suddenly, I heard voices coming from Drew's office. I'm a curious fellow, and if curiosity killed the cat, then you can call me 'Emo' all you want.
  "I can't believe you've done this! Joey! They don't even remember their real names!" I recognized the voice. It was Henry's. I look through the keyhole. Henry looked disheveled. He had bags under his eyes, and his hair was a mess. Did he stay up drawing all night again?
   "Henry, Henry-" Joey said, seemingly worried. "You know that I didn't mean for all this to happen! I figured that they would just be a little more in character, not completely forget their lives!" Henry sighed. "Do you remember what happened last time? Back in the animation days?" That shook Joey up. He raised his voice. "We do not speak of that! I already have admitted to my past mistakes! The animation days are behind us. That crooked empire is gone."
  I decided it was best to leave. What happened back in the animation days? I pondered for a second. If anyone were to remember, it'd be Wally Franks! He worked as a janitor back in the old studio! I look over and see him fishing out his keys from a garbage can. Perfect timing.
   "Heya, Wally! Whatcha up to?" I ask. He seemed startled. "N-Nothing! I just dropped my keys, is all! Yeah! Just now." he looked over to me, and sighed in relief. "Sorry, Alan! Thought you were Joey for a second there!" "I'm not Ala- Anyway. Do you know what happened back in the old animation studio that was so bad, everybody don't speak of it no more?" He had the look in his eyes that screamed 'Vietnam war flashback', and he froze. "Wally? Wally!" I snap my fingers in front of his face. "He leans I n close to me and whispers: "Meet me at my closet right before closin' and I'll tell you." He stood back up, and looked around. "Yep! Can't say that I remember! Maybe a raccoon got in or something! Gotta go! Floors need a' cleanin'-" he hurried off faster than a jackrabbit in January, but, I had my mission. And this ain't no 'Get my picnic back from Boris'.
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  I take a walk around the studio, and soon bump into Alice. Now, With her bein' an angel, and me a demon, that makes us rivals. Even so, we get along. "Afternoon, Bendy!" she says with a wink. I formulate a simple reply. "Right back at ya, toots." She stopped dead in her tracks, and turned around. "...What did you just call me?" I turned around, expecting her to loom over me with anger, but she actually seemed flustered. I decide to keep nonchalant. "Eh, better than what I could've said. I just kinda wanted to give ya a lil' nickname." She regained her composure. "Oh. Alrighty then." We went our separate ways, and I turned my head slightly only to see her sashay away. I walk to my room.

(Word count: 578)