Knock knock knock.
I groan and flip over.
Knock knock knock.
"Goddamn." I grumble as I sat up and combed my hair with my fingers. I slammed the door open, but there was no one there.
"ARE YOU SERIOUS?" I screamed. I looked down and saw a letter that was yellow and dusty looking. "Huh." I picked it up and shut the door.
Walking into the kitchen I grabbed a granola bar and sat down at the coffee table, opening the letter.
The letter said;
DEAR HENRY,
Hey! Its been 30 years, how ya going?
Why not give the Bendy's good ol' workshop a visit?
SINCERELY, YOUR OLD PAL
JOEY DREW.
I closed the letter. 'Wow. Intense.' And when was there a Henry at this address? I dimissed it as the previous house owner.
I went to the bathroom to wash up and go through what I saw. I considered checking out the workshop. I grabbed my phone and serched up 'Bendy's Workshop'. There was a address a few blocks down the street. I could cycle there.
It was a boring day, anyway. Why not?
