"Woah, Sammy, look! It's a book! DUDE I JUST RHYMED!" "What- We're in a library, idiot." "DO YOU STILL HAVE THE GUN?" "Yes, and you're not touching it." "AW COME ONNNNN- PLEAAAAAASE?" "No. Why do you want it anyway?" "TO SHOOT THE BIG SCARY BAT GUY IN THE CORNER OVER THERE!" "WhAT-" The tall bat-like figure emerged from a shadow and held his hand out invitingly. "Well, if it isn't Sammy Lawrence! Long time no see. How ya been, buddy?" "Don't you 'buddy' me, Asher." "Well then, someone's salty! And I thought we were friends..." "Not a chance in hell." "Pity." I looked at the two of them, confused. "The tension in here could be cut with a knife- Am I missing something?-" Sammy shook his head. "Asher here made a dumb deal with me a few years back. Said he'd help set me free if I did him a favour. Wasn't worth doing, and he wasn't worth the effort. He's a lying, cheating, dumb piece of garbage that we should NOT associate with." "Ouchie! That hurt." He pat his own shoulder and put his hand over his head. Everything he said or did seemed exaggerated, like he was in a play, or more appropriately, a cartoon. His mood immediately changed. "Say, aren't you two cute! Travelin' across the studio all by yourselves. On a little adventure, huh?" "And he treats everyone like a child." Asher laughed heartily and pat Sammy's shoulder, getting an icy stare in return. "Well, Asher, it was pleasant meeting you, but we'd best get going!" I smiled and started towards the door. "Ah! Where ya off to? Did I interrupt something? Terribly sorry, fellas, terribly sorry. I do go on, don't I? Oh! One more thing before ya book it to neat street, Where's ya buddy? Y'know? Buddy? Heheh, ain't I clever? Oh, sorry, I do go on." I smiled nervously while Sammy tapped his foot on the ground impatiently. "Oh! So sorry, fellas." He looked at a fake watch on his wrist. "Didn't realize how late it is! Gosh, I'd better get home before supper! Crazy how time flies. Bye!" He bowed and turned into a puddle of ink on the floor, seeping through the cracks in the wood. "It was almost like he was playing a game with us. He's so weird-" "Yeah, and I hope that's the last time we see him. Next time I *will* shoot the idiot." "Aw, maybe you're overreacting a bit. I thought he was charming and funny." "That's what I thought at first, too." -- We found our way to a warehouse full of half-finished amusement park games and a huge sign that said "Bendy Hell". Well, it used to say "Bendy Land", according to Sammy, but apparently the Lost Ones didn't have a positive opinion on the place. Whatever that meant. He was very cryptic with his explanations sometimes, but I didn't really ask what he meant. I ran toward the games and and started playing them. Sammy watched and gave his opinion on my skills every once in a while. They weren't very positive. "Well, if you're so high and mighty, then why don't you try?" "Pff. Okay. Move, dummy." I flipped him off and got out of the way. He missed his first throw, which I laughed at, but then started doing better and won. "Well crap. Good job, Mister I Can Throw Things." "Pff-" "I'M GONNA TRY THE GUN ONE." "Don't shoot your eye out." "You're one to talk, Mister I Only Have One Eye." "HEY--" "Haha." I picked up the gun and aimed at the targets, doing surprisingly well. I only missed two times. "Pff. Dumb luck." "I mean, I was a photographer. I have pretty good aim." "You were?" "Well. Am. I guess. I don't even know anymore." Alice chuckled over the speakers that were apparently somewhere in this room. "Awww, are you two having a fun date?~ I'm sure Buddy is fine waiting for his rescue party." Sammy jumped, startled by Alice's sudden presence. "FIRST OF ALL, WHAT? SECOND OF ALL, WHAT?" "Oh damn. You've been watching us this whole time?" "Yes, darlings. After all, the walls have eyes as they say. I must admit, I'm quite shocked you survived that fall with no broken limbs." I agreed with that. "Just lucky I guess-" "Oh, speaking of Lucky. She saw what became of Buddy. She couldn't handle it, ran away. Poor thing, poor thing..."
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