The Beast Made of Ink

Chapter 45: Dead Susie (Part 2)

-Susie's P.O.V.-

Hopping out of the vehicle with a smile on my face, the cab sped away as I stood there, admiring the building that I will now be spending a large portion of my time at. This place would be the start of my acting career, how could I not be excited?!

"Joey Drew Studios" I tasted underneath my breath with a mutter. It just rolled so nicely off my tongue, as if a thousand flavors exploded across my taste-buds with the sweet sweet reality that from this day on, I will be the voice of Alice Angel, the same and beautiful angel from the comics that I read when I was young.

Don't get me wrong, I like Alice Angel, but I don't necessarily love her. It's not like being a voice actor was my dream or anything (as a matter of fact what I want is to be on the big screen), but with no way to get to Hollywood, a voice acting job in my very own home town is a nice start for a celebrity career. Then, after working at the studio for a few months, I should be able to get enough money to go to Hollywood. Considering my beauty, as well as my amazing singing and acting skills, I just know i'll make it!

"Can you move?"

I shot my head back, and my eyes landed on a very small figure of a boy that looked to be roughly 12 years old, maybe even younger. He was about 5'4, and looked as thin as a leaf. He had golden blonde curly locks and blue eyes that seemed unimaginably cold. Freckles covered his sun-dusted pale cheeks, and his lips were coated in a frown as his eyes narrowed into me, as if examining me. In his arms were floods of musical papers and projector films that looked close to dropping from his grasp.

Ignoring the boys rudeness, I gave him an award winning smile as I bent over, placing my hands on my knees.

"Here, let me help you with that." I offered as I held my hands out. However, this only seemed to make the child pissed off as he slapped my hands away from his form.

"I don't need your help, you stupid woman." He hissed, "Now move aside, you're literally blocking my path."

Keeping my expression as a happy one, (although inside I was anything but,) I moved my body out of the way and stepped onto the damp and wet grass which in turn made my stiletto heels sink into the mud. With some grunting from the male child, he had managed to carry all his supplies into the studio.

It was all sorta pathetic really, he should've just accepted the help, especially when somebody as beautiful as me is being as kind as I was to a troll like him. Well whatever, at least I don't need to worry about roughing my perfect and smooth hands up from manual labor. My shoes however...

A dark look overtook my features as I stepped out of the mud, my black heels now coated in mush. Oh how badly I wanted to stab that child right now...

"No, I shouldn't be thinking like that, not today." Quickly shoving the homicidal thoughts deep back into the dark corners of my brain, I shook my head back and forth as I walked myself into my future.

.........

"You must be Susie Campbell." The 30 some year old man said with a smile as he shook my hand. "I'm Joey Drew, owner and founder of the studio as well as the series, Bendy The Dancin' Demon. It's a pleasure to finally meet you."

My first impression of Joey was that he was a kind and friendly man, extremely charming if I do say so myself. Although he was indeed smiling, I could see that something was off with him. His silver eyes showed no warmth, welcoming, nor kindness compared to what his voice expressed. He seemed a little fake, but who am I to judge? After all, underneath all my fake, masks, and self restraints, i'm not exactly that sane myself. I thought I was bad, but after getting to know Joey Drew... boy was I wrong...