The long unkempt hallways were ominous. Bertrum knew that since he first walked through that door 5 years ago. And even down here, where more and more people were coming, it was still just as messy.

At first in order to get to the warehouses, ypu had to climb through a vent the size of an oven. Now, with Bertrum on the scene a new REAL path was being carved out. Right now it was just a hole in the stone that led to the warehouse if you were brave enough.

The entrance to warehouse No.9 was similar to a garage door. It was loud and smashed down on things very often. Such was the case with today's victium. A younger man named Jerry Whistler. He wasn't smart. And he couldn't whistle, if you were wondering. He claim to fame in highschool was that he was the only one to get a suspension for eating the gum off the teachers desk.

Bertrum sighed and opened the door, hurrying before it closed. On the other side the sign "Welcome To BendyLand!" Had run out of power again, the technician below was staring hopelessly at the mound of burned wires and circuit boards.

The staircase did not creak suprisingly as he made his way down it. The technician waved as Bertrum walked to the workshop. He waved back, losing his grip slightly on his briefcase. In the workshop, the large model ride was spinning slowly while his friend Lucy fiddled with her pocket-watch-project.

"Good morning, Lacie!" He called, making her jump. She frowned and shook her head.

"Took me an hour to get down here. 'Bout time they fixed that darned elevator," she said with a huff. Bertrum chuckled.

"They were still working on it when I came down," he said conversationally, putting his briefcase on the work table with a thump. She made an unintelligable sound and huddled over her watch again. Bertrum stared a bit longer at Lacie before turning to the Bendy robot he had been building.

The face plates were uneven. That was obvious. Bertrum sighed and dismantled the face. Reattatching the large smile was a pain, but when done properly, it should click right into place.

Most of the day passed like this, Lacie fiddling with small projects or getting called out to work on other things. Bertrum working on his endless diagrams and his robot. He was quite insistant that it wasn't a bad inveatment. Too which many eyebrows were raised.

As such was today. Over the loud speaker, as Lacie was coming back in from another project at around 4 o'clock, Joey asked for several employees to meet in the office.

"Attention all staff, I need the following people to report to my office: Wally, Thomas, Norman, and Bertrum. Please hurry,"

Bertrum sighed and stretched. Hurry my foot.

Lacie chuckled, "That's the first time I've heard Joey say 'please' in a while,"

Bertrum smiled wearily, gathering his papers, "First time at all, my guess," And with that, he headed through the door, all the way up to Joey's office. They really needed a good elevator.,

A/N

Hey guys, sorry its been a while. I kinda got disinterested in Batim for a while, and the every two days might be a bit wonky. Updates might be a bit irregular from now on. Hope you enjoyed, and I wish a good evening/day/night/morning/whatever-else-im-forgetting! :)