Bendy and Friends

Chapter 23: Grammy's Lab

Dylan and Boris sat across from Axel, Carlos and Carlos's grandmother at the lengthy kitchen table.

"Um, so what's the plan for today?" Dylan asked nervously, twiddling his thumbs as he plastered a fake smile on his tanned face.

Carlos gave him a weird look, and cleared his throat. "So as you guys already know, I snuck a rat into my bedroom not too long ago. The bad thing is, I actually lost it in my room. It could be anywhere at this point, but I'm sure Dylan can find it. Right, Dylan?" Carlos explained, hissing the last two words as he painted a smile even more fake than Dylan's.

"Uh, yeah, whatever. No prob, broski." Dylan said, glancing at Boris and giving a thumbs-up to Carlos.

"Great!" Carlos exclaimed. "Now get lost! I need that rat in twenty minutes!"

Dylan scrambled out of the kitchen and tore up the rickety carpet-covered stairs, diving through Carlos's bedroom door and sending splinters flying everywhere. He rolled onto the floor through the abundant chunks of what used to be Carlos's door, and stood tall. "Guess he's gonna need to vacuum." He said awkwardly to himself, even though the dust on the floor was the least of his worries.

"Here, ratty ratty!" He called, sprinkling bread crumbs that he had in his pocket all over the already-filthy bedroom floor.

From what he saw, there were no rats. Only an abundance of cockroaches and spiders mingling together and also square dancing. How pleasant.

He sat down on the bed on Axel's side of the room, since it was the cleanest thing in there even though it was still filthy, which said a lot about the room.

He looked to the door, which had a massive hole from where he leaped through it, and saw Boris climb through and enter the room. "Wow, this room is disgusting. Even I'm cleaner than this!" Boris cringed, and then he laughed uncontrollably for a moment.

Boris's eyes widened as he caught sight of the bread crumbs laid out for the missing rat. "Oh my god, BREAD CRUMBS!" He screamed, throwing his body onto the filthy floor and sliding his massive tongue onto the dirt and food scattered about.

"Boris, stop! That's for the rat!" Dylan shouted, running and dragging Boris onto one of the beds and sprinkling down more bread crumbs.

"Hey, we should be roommates like them!" Boris said excitedly, grinning and glancing around the small bedroom not meant for more than one person.

"Uh, maybe." Dylan said, although he wasn't listening as he dug through the mountains of garbage and stinky underpants to look for the rat.

"Hey, remember when Borisalina asked if we had a George Foreman grill with us so she could cook the rat in the alley?" Boris said, that daydreaming smile creeping onto his face once again.

"Uh, yeah, why?" Dylan inferred, throwing some of the filthy underwear out the window and gagging.

"We should get a George Foreman and go back there!" Boris gushed, smiling as his hands squished into his face.

"Maybe some other day." Dylan said as he lifted up an upside-down bowl slowly, revealing the mold-coated interior as well as, to Dylan's pleasure, the rat Carlos brought in.

He grabbed the rat like he would with a burrito, leaping through the door and rolling down the stairs.

He smashed into the floorboards, and scrambled to his feet as he slid several meters with his slippery socks. "I found the rat." Dylan said as he took his place at the dining table.

Carlos squinted his eyes, trying to see the rat better. Dylan mashed it into his face to help.

"Oh, wow. That is definitely not the rat I brought inside, but it will still work." Carlos said, laughing slightly as Dylan suddenly became extremely disturbed.