Yeah it's the middle of November, fight me. Thanks LittleDemon55 for the idea!
Also this chapter will be really long so hope y'all like it.
It was pitch black in the cartoon studio, an eerie silence overtaking the building. It was early on Halloween morning, nobody had arrived to work yet...
Except for one, who waited in silence in the lyrics department, waiting for the right time to jump out. His grip tightened on the knife he held.
There were footsteps as someone approached the dark room. The man in the shadows smiled creepily to himself as the other who had just walked in turned on a flashlight.
The reason; the lights had been switched off by this shadow man, so it would be easier for him to get his job done right.
The poor, unsuspecting lyricist sighed as he sat down in his chair and shone his flashlight on his papers.
The man with the knife let out a low chuckle as he dashed to the door, locking it and taking the key, then hiding again.
The lyricist snapped around, and shone his flashlight on the door. He panicked when he saw it was locked and his keys were missing.
"W-who's there?" He asked into the otherwise silent room. The poor unsuspecting man was named Jack. He shone his dim flashlight all around the room, seeing no one there.
Jack turned back to his papers for a second. Should he try to get out? The man in the shadows let out another creepy chuckle, startling Jack.
"W-who is t-that?" He shouted. No answer. The man with the knife quietly snook up behind poor Jack and raised his knife, letting out a horrible laugh similar to that of the Joker's laugh.
Jack whipped around and screamed, a man with crazy unkempt hair and a hockey mask, blood splattered clothes, and a shiny knife raised above his head.
Jack closed his eyes and put his arms up to shield himself as he fell backwards off his chair, becoming extremely vulnerable.
The crazy killer jumped over the chair and brought his knife down as he jumped off the chair, but missed Jack's chest by a centimetre.
"AAAAHH!! PLEASE DON'T KILL ME!!!" Jack pleaded in screaming. The killer started laughing again, but not the same creepy laugh as before.
This time, it was a more familiar laugh, and at that moment the lights finally came back on.
Then Jack recognized the crazy hair, and splattered clothes. It wasn't blood, but ink. And the knife was floppy because it was fake.
The man took his mask off and rolled on the ground laughing his ass off. "Wally?!" Jack asked. "THIS WAS THE BEST HALLOWEEN PRANK EVER!!!" Wally screamed in laughter.
Jack sat on the floor beside his laughing friend in absolute shock. There was no way that this idiot could have pulled that off.
But he just did, and Jack was in all honesty, very impressed. But he couldn't show Wally that, because he was also angry.
"You ass." Jack said, smacking his friend with his paper. Wally continued to laugh, Jack soon finding the humour in it and couldn't help just burst out laughing with his stupid friend.
Norman and Sammy ran in the room laughing, Henry soon following. "Wha-!? You guys were in on this too?" Jack asked. "I did the lights, while Norman and Sammy did the recording." Henry said. "Recording?!" Jack asked. "What, you think we wouldn't record this for you to look at in fifty years and remember this?" Wally snorted.
Jack sighed. "I just cannot believe you of all people planned something like this, and actually got away with it." Jack shook his head.
"Ay, what can I say? I'm the master of pranks! But of course I couldn't have done it without these guys." Wally said. Joey walked in the room.
"Please don't tell me he was in on it. That's just too much for my brain to process." Jack said. "In on what?" Joey asked. "Franks, Fain, why are you on the floor?"
Jack huffed and got up, Wally following suite. "Back to work, Henry, come with me." Joey ordered. Henry waved bye to his friends and followed Joey to his office.
"So how did the operation with-" Henry started to ask, but Joey cut him off. "Don't talk about it out loud! You never know when people are snooping around." Joey said, squinting at the door. "Okaaay...how did it go then?" Henry asked.
Joey looked at his hands for a second. "Well, first go make sure nobody is listening." Joey pointed to the door.
Henry got up and opened the door, looking up and down the hall. "Nobody is listening, just tell me what happened." Henry said.
He sat back down. "So it didn't go exactly as planned. It was great at first, but then the little brat decided to drink a can of ink because he thought it was bacon soup. He grew up to eight feet, and now he's busted out and running around in the shadows of the city." Joey explained.
"No!" Henry said, eyes wide. "Yes I'm afraid so, I don't know what to do." Joey said. "I-I'll catch him! Henry said.
Joey let out a 'humph'. "That thing is aggressive, it attacked me, and if it gets its claws on some children tonight because of Halloween, nobody would think much of it, because they'll think it's someone playing a Halloween joke." Joey said.
Henry thought for a second. "Why did Bendy attack you?" He asked. "I don't know, I was treating him like I treat everyone else!" Joey said.
Henry nodded. "I see..." he said. He knew that Joey wasn't very good at treating people with kindness. "So I'll go catch him before something bad happens, and you don't go near him, okay?" Henry said.
"No Henr-" Joey tried arguing. "Okay bye!" Henry ran out the door to go find the ink demon that was currently running the streets.
"NOOOOOO!!!" Sammy bolted down the hall with Norman chasing after him. "YOU LOST THE BET SAMMY, PUT IT ON!" Norman was holding what appeared to be a dress, and a pretty one too.
"FUCK YOU AND YOUR DRESSES POLK!" Sammy screamed. Jack and Wally were laughing from aside in the hall.
The other workers came outside there offices to see what was going on. Grant was sipping his coffee, confused as to what was happening, when Shawn ran up to him.
"Hey, Norman's trying to make Sammy wear a dress, and I think it's because he lost a bet." Shawn said. Grant snorted into his coffee.
"No, really?!" Grant asked. Shawn nodded, pointing to the sparkly black cloth in Norman's arms. The tall man finally pinned Sammy to the ground.
"You got out of turkey sweaters on thanksgiving, but you ain't getting out of this!" Norman said. "I REFUUUUUSE!" Sammy screamed.
"Just do it!" Henry called on his way out. Sammy sent him a death glare. He left the studio, onto his search for the demon.
At this point, Sammy was getting so loud that even Bertram came out of his office. "What are you imbeciles doing!" He asked.
Sammy and Norman froze, looking over at him. "He lost a bet and now he had to wear a dress." Norman held up the dress.
"This is why I refuse to be around you imbecile idiots." Bertram huffed, turning and leaving. "Also it's because you don't have friends!" Sammy yelled after him.
Bertram slammed his office door. Norman got up and dragged Sammy off towards the bathrooms. "C'mon, I'm going to put you in a stall and you're going to change." Norman smirked.
"Ugh, fiiinneee." Sammy growled. They went to the bathroom and Norman waited outside the stall.
