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?