It was a lovely day. The birds were chirping in the trees, the bugs were antagonizing the more humid climates, and Joey Drew Studios was running behind schedule, again.
It was about 10:30 in the morning when the self-proclaimed 'Master Architect' of Joey Drew Studios waltzed up the front steps and creaked open the door to the main building.
It was a sight for sore eyes.
The last time the architect was here, there had been a little ink splatter and no papers. Now, there was ink every where and papers littering every avaliable corner. The architect sighed and walked in, closing the door behind him. He made his way around the many passageways to the staircase.
A big issue he had with thw construsction of the studios, was that there was only one staircase to lead down to the lower floors. And beyond that, the elevator leading even farther down didn't even go to the top floor. If something bad where to happen far down in the studio, one could only pray that the way would be clear to get back up.
The staircase was rickety and covered in ink, which now probably had the consistancy of tar. He stepped down, only to have the stair practically roar is squeaky melody at him. He only sighed deeper and walked the rest of the way down.
Once he made it to the elevator, first having to cross through the mechanical veil, he met his first sign of life. Thomas Conner. He was kneeling down by a wall panel, poking at a gear that seemed to have fallen out.
"Good morning, Mr. Conner!" The architect said somewhat cheerfully.
"If you can call it that," Thomas replied, standing up and shaking the architects outstretched hand, "These damn pipes have no respect for anything. One burst in the music studio about an hour ago and splattered all over that new gal, Allison!"
The architect shook his head sadly, "Like this place needed another employee with a grudge against this blasted ink,"
The handyman nodded and glared down at the gear he was poking with disgust. The men both jumped at the loud rumbling that issued when the forgotten elevator reached a floor.
"Well, I best be getting down to the warehouse. It was nice to see you, Thomas," the architect said, watching as the elevator rose slowly.
"Likewise, Mr. Piedmont," Thomas said, watching the architect clamber into the elevator, "Oh, and a word of caution. Lawrence said that Mr. Drew has been remembering Henry a bit too much again,"
The architect nodded and pressed the button for the warehouse. He waved to Thomas as the door swung shut and the elevator descended into the Studio's heart.
A/N --
I've decided to redo my original story, and add more to it later. Thank you to everyone that commented or favorited, really made me happy seeing reactions to my writing. (Its way better than my English teacher telling me its good and handing me a B, lemme tell ya) Bertrum's Fate will probably update every 2 days or so with longer chapters from now on.
Also, just cause I dont know if i should or not,
What do you guys think about adding Lacie as The reincarnated Bendy Animatronic? XP
I dunno. Thank you for reading!