The weekend goes by painfully slowly, probably because I kept checking the day and date, eagerly waiting for Monday morning to come. All I did for the weekend was draw, watch YouTube and...actually, that's all I did. How exciting.

I suddenly wake up to the alarm blaring, interrupting my peaceful sleep. I slowly raise my arm and slam it on the snooze, letting out a loud, gravelly groan. I rub my eyes and turn my focus to the alarm clock, reading 7am.

I yawn and crawl myself out of bed, dragging my half asleep body to the kitchen for a drink. I grab my glass of milk, chug it and start to get ready for the day. I brush my teeth, brush my mess of a hair, find decent enough clothes and then relax on the couch.

After a few moments of sitting there and doing nothing, I check my phone for the time, 7:30.

"Ah, 15 minutes before I leave. What should I do?" I wonder.

I start to daydream of how work will be. I start to feel butterflies in my stomach, hoping I won't let the team down by falling behind or not trying hard enough.

After a minute of nerve wrecking thoughts my roommate enters the living room with a mug in her hands and takes a seat next to me.

"Morning, Ben" she mumbles.

"Oh, morning, Chelsea. Looks like you had a rough night" I joke.

She looks at me with her droopy eyes, before she responds she lets out a long, deep yawn

"Oh, really? I happen to think I look wide awake" she chuckles and start to lay back, letting the couch swallow her in comfort.

"So, you start work today, right?"

"Yup! I start at 8, I don't have to leave for another" I quickly turn on my phone for the time "10 minutes" I beam.

She smile's slightly. Chelsea and I talk for a few more minutes about her job as a hotel manager, her frustrations about the staff, a cute boy she saw the other day and how her boss can be a real jerk sometimes.

"Well congrats on the job. I have to go get ready though, so good luck on your first day" she added, giving me a smile and thumbs up.

I watch her leave the room, leaving me alone with my thoughts.

I check my phone again, reading 7:40. I decide to just leave early, paranoid that I'll be late on my first day. I get my keys, head out the door, I start up the car and make my way to work with a smile a mile wide.

I park my car in front of the building and make my way towards the building, butterflies slowly coming back and heart pounding louder with every step. I open the door and take a few steps down the hall, but then stop, I realize something that made my heart stop, I was never told where I was suppose to go.

I idle there, confused and lost. I felt a light tap on my shoulder, I turn around and faced with the same scrawny man from yesterday.

"Oh! hey, Mark" I greet.

"Hey, Ben. Something tells me that you're lost"

"How can you tell?"

"Oh, I don't know, probably because you've been standing there, not moving an inch for an actual minute" he giggled.

My cheeks start to turn red, wanting to hide in a hole for embarrassing myself like that.

"But fear not, I'm here to help. I guess the boss forgot to tell you that someone will be assigned to guide and help you out today, huh?" he asks.

"I guess so" I muttered, still feeling the heat on my cheeks.

"Just follow me, I'll show you where you'll be working"

Mark gestures me to follow, guiding me down the hall and taking a right. A few moments later I'm met with a small room, filled with a desk, large drawing tablet in the middle of the desk, stylus and blank sheets of paper neatly stacked next to the tablet.

I stare in awe, taking in the simplistic, yet cozy look to the room.

"So, ready to get started with the day?" he asks

"As ready as I'll ever be" I mumbled, losing my excitement, replaced by nerve wrecking anxiety.

He gives me a reassuring smile and we make our way to the desk.

"So, today will be an easy day, all we need to do is create some ideas for a scene on the episode we're working on"

I take a seat in front of the desk, while he grabs a chair outside of the room and sits uncomfortably close to me.

"I never asked, but what show are we working on?" I questioned.

"The boss never told you? Well, we're remaking his father's old show, Bendy. We're also adding in some personal ideas into it to change it a bit, but most of the original idea's will stay the same" he explained.

"Oh, that's cool" I replied, trying to control my inner excitement, not wanting to embarrass myself by squealing like a fanboy.

We spend the next hour working on expressions and poses for the scene assigned for us, making sure to ask other employee's for improvement, while meeting some new faces around the workshop.

As we take a small breather, I take another look around the room, admiring my work space. As my eyes travel across the room I notice something I don't remember noticing when I first came in, it was a Bendy cut-out, leaning back in the corner of the room.

"Oh geez I must be blind, I totally missed the Bendy cut-out" I chuckle.

"God I must need glasses because I didn't see that sneaky devil over there too" he jokes.

As we laugh and continue to make jokes about the cut-out I couldn't help, but feel a bit creeped out, I thought for sure it wasn't there before. I decide to brush it off, blaming myself for not noticing it when I first got here

"Oh, its 12. Time for break" he announces, along with a sigh of relief.

He skips his way to the break room, smiling ear to ear, while I follow close behind, feeling as my stomach will eat itself.

We approach the small break room and I look around my surroundings, noticing the small fridge in the corner, the small dining table in the middle, the couch at the over side of the room, along with a small coffee table in front and a small T.V on a stand, and another cut-out Bendy in the corner, smiling and watching.

"Geez, what's with all of the cut-out Bendy's?" I wonder to myself.

Mark grabs a quick snack from the fridge and joins his friend's on the couch, leaving me alone.

I walk to the fridge and open it, feeling the cold air hit my skin. I grab a small drink of juice and a yogurt. I sit at the small dining table and start to eat, not making eye contact to avoid social interaction.

I couldn't help, but feel watched, feeling a stare from the corner of the room. I try to ignore, but after a minute I couldn't take it anymore. I turn my head to the corner, but is faced with only the smiling demon cut-out.

"Ah, I must be crazy tired or something. Maybe I should start going to bed earlier." I brush it off and continue to my food, finishing it and throwing it in the trash.

I sit back at the table and take out my phone to make time pass. No matter what I did to distract myself, I still felt that stare. I did everything I could, went on Instagram, Tumblr, Texted my roommate and even went on YouTube. I couldn't take it anymore, it made me feel way too creeped out.

I got up from my seat and approached Mark.

"Hey, when does our break end?" I asked, avoiding eye contact with the strangers on the couch.

"Uh, one sec, let me check the time"

I watch him take out his phone and look at the screen myself, taking note of the time, 12:20.

"It doesn't end for another 40 minutes" he answers.

"Well I'm gonna relax in my office. I'll see you there when break is over"

Before he had a chance to protest I left the room quickly, pretending not to hear my name called out in the hall.

I enter my small office and sigh in relief, feeling more relaxed.

I take out my personal sketchbook from my small bag and start to doodle the scene idea's from earlier, getting rid of boredom and loneliness.

As I started on my firth small doodle I heard a soft, faint tap. I quickly turn my head to the source, yet again faced with the little devil cut-out.

I start to feel a bit freaked out, wondering if I'm hearing things or if someone is playing a joke on the new guy.

"This is too freaky for me" I laugh uneasily.

I release a breath I didn't realize I was holding. I get up and hesitantly make my way to the cut-out, heartbeat racing, nearly exploding as I approach the smiling demon. I grip onto it and turn its back towards me. I sigh, feeling a bit more safe now.

I sit back at my table and continue doodling, turning my head back to check on the devil every now and again, still feeling uneasy.