Oh dear, that hallway looked ominous. You clutched the board in your had and looked at Henry, you kept a tight grip on his axe and nodded, heading inside ahead of you. There was a door immediately to the right and Henry pulled nit open to reveal a pipe organ. Weird. Henry hesitated and hit a few keys. It played just fine, but once the room stopped ringing with noise, a groan came from..somewhere. As if someone was being hurt. Shaken, and wanting to make sure you hadn't just been hearing thing, you reached around Henry and played another key. A second groan. Okay, things had passed your okay zone a looooong time ago, but this was way too creepy for you. You got the heck out of that room and Henry followed you back into the hall. He looked very troubled, and you couldn't blame him. You noticed there was actually another hallway across from this room, but it was blocked with barrels and furniture, so you continued down the main hall, pausing when you saw a second door on your right, and a Bendy cutout peering around the corner at the end of the hall. Yeah, screw that. You opened the door and headed inside. There was a large room with a desk, a violin propped against the wall. On the other side there was another desk and you saw an old faded sketch of Bendy with multiple expressions..or rather, that same, never ending grin with different emotions written under them. There was a note attached to it; Don't let Joey see this. Heh, that actually made your mouth twitch in a smile. Joey really would have pitched a fit had he ever seen this. However, this was all there was, meaning you had to go back into the hallway. Once you did you groaned internally. Bendy was now just propped against the wall where he could see you in clear view. Henry walked ahead of you, like a good protective papa bear and glanced around. There was a door to the side that took a few steps down to get to, but it was flooded with ink. You noticed a small window that let you see through. Sammy's office. It was just a guess, but you saw the pump control he had mentioned in his recording, so it was a safe guess. Written in on the far wall were the words it's TIME TO BELIEVE. Wow Sammy, random capitalization? He really had gone off the rocker...wow. You just sounded like your mom. "Well, there is the pump switch alright." you said, tugging on Henry's sleeve and pointing through the window. "But that is one hell of a leak blocking the door though. If we could just stop that ink from flowing, maybe we can get in." Henry nodded and glanced around, looking to see if something useful was nearby. He then spotted something and stepped into the flooded area. A recorder.

"So I go to get my dust pan from the hall closet

the other day, and guess what?

I can't find my stupid keys.

It's like they disappeared into the air or something.

All I can think of is they must have fallen

into one of the garbage cans as I was making my rounds last week.

I just hope nobody tells Sammy,

because if he found out I lost my keys again,

I'm out of here."

Keys in the trash can. Okay, that was good. You and Henry made your way back through the hall, checking every trash can you came across. No dice. You would have to cross through the flooded hallway again, back towards Sammy's vigil. ugh, neither of you wanted to go through that, and for good reason. The minute you both set foot in that hall, an ink monster emerged and you shrieked, smacking it with repeatedly with your board until it was pretty much dead. "I AM THE GOD OF DESTRUCTION!" Henry gave you a concerned look but didn't comment. No keys on this side. Ugh, you had gone all the way out here for nothing. You went back to the music department, Henry taking a moment to restart the projector and you looked around, finally finding the keys in the trash can near the recording sign. Thank freaking god. "Henry! I found them!" You called up to the projector room and he hurried down. You both made your way back to Sammy's room but you paused, annoyed that you noticed a door that you hadn't paid attention to before. Opening the door you found yet another recorder.

"Every artistic person needs a sanctuary.

Joey Drew has his, and I have mine.

To enter, you need only to know my favorite song.

The banjo playfully plugs,

the piano delicately calls,

the piano returns in graceful harmony,

the banjo once again strums it's melody

Sing my song, and my sanctuary will open to you."

Well, that wasn't worrisome at all.

*Rubs hands together* oooh, we are getting close people! Again another short chapter, but I'm trying to pace this since we still have a few weeks till chapter three comes out. However I might just wait and do one long chapter next week, and if we hit 200 hearts, we're in the 180s holy crap, I'll try and come up with a special extra chapter!