~Dramaturgy~ [Batim AU Project]

Chapter 5: Directions and Delusions

(Bendy/Alan Pov)
   As I walked up to my room, I heard a faint creak. I looked around to see what it was, and it seemed like nothing. I went to turn the doorknob. **WHAM!!**
A board fell from the ceiling. It blew dust up everywhere. I coughed, and recovered from the mini heart attack I just experienced. I opened my door. There was noting but shelves of bacon soup! I decided to take a can, because I hadn't eaten in a while, and simply figured I took a wrong turn and went down the wrong hallway. I pierced the lid with one of my fangs, and took a sip.
     After taking What I assumed were 4 wrong turns and wrong hallways, I made my way to Joey's office to ask for directions. I walked up to his door, and was greeted by 3 figures. A sailor, a man in a tailcoat, and...uh..another guy. (He seemed pretty plain compared to the other two.) "Well, Charley, look what we got here?" the sailor character asked. The one in the tailcoat, presumably Charley, chuckled to himself. "Yeah! Ya look like a bartender! Mind gettin' us some drinks?" the three of them laughed. Bartender? Do I really look like a bartender? Huh. The only thing I'd be serving them is a knuckle sandwich. *with extra mayo*.... I chuckle to myself.
    The floor around me caught fire, and I levitated of the ground. I smiled harder. "Wow," I said. "A bartender? You seem like clever fellas. Seen places? Met people?" they slowly backed away, bumping into each other in the process. "Well! Looks like you fellas never met a dancing demon before! I ought to make a good *impression* then-" They back into a wall. I hear the lanky one (the plain one) speak. "Hold me, Barley!" the sailor, Barley, seemed agitated. "No, Edgar! Get offa me you-" I interrupted him. "Tsk, tsk, tsk. This is a family friendly show, isn't it? I wouldn't say that if I were you." The fire dissipated, and I brushed off my vest. "Well, it was nice to meet you fellas! I gotta go talk to Joey. Bye!"  When I was sure I was out of earshot, I chuckled to myself. Wimps.
    I opened the door to Joey's office, and peered inside. He sat alone at his desk, doing paperwork. I knocked softly on the door. He looked up and smiled. "Heya, Bendy! How can I help ya?" "Well I went to go look for my room, and I, um, can't find it." he looked back at his desk, and pulled a page from under a paperweight. He handed me the page, which was a map, and showed me to my new room. (Apparantly the directions I took were for the old studio.) Before leaving, I noticed that Joey's paperweight was of a familiar character, but I couldn't put my finger on it. I just had to ask. "Hey, Joey, what's that paperweight from?" He smiled warmly. "It's you, Bendy. This is how you were animated back in the cartoons; a little cartoon demon!" I looked at it with awe. He looked at me and smiled again. "Here, Bendy. You can have it. I've got plenty more." I looked at him, and smiled. "Really?" "Really."
   I carefully took the paperweight and went off to my room. I felt like a child getting a new gift from his grandfather. Joey was like a grandfather to me.

(Word count: 579)