The Music Department had a similar style to the other parts of the studio; creaking wood covered the floor and a 70s vibe design choice. However, the room overall felt rather cramped and Kat began to feel claustrophobic. Desperate to escape the feeling, she walked right and came across a flight of stairs leading to a small office that overlooked another room, but it was too dark to see. In the small office was another recording tape, set upon a countertop in the front of the room. Plastered on the wall were two promotional posters, one featuring another character of the famous Joey Drew, Boris the Wolf, and the movie poster for Bendy, Little Devil Darlin’, before it was cancelled as a consequence of the studio unable to repay it’s loans to the company who had offered to pay for sets, costumes, displays and more. Focusing once again on the tape, Kat pressed down briefly on the play button and a voice filled with grit and frustration echoed throughout the seemingly empty studio. “Every day the same strange thing happens, I’ll be up here in my booth, the band will be swinging, and suddenly Sammy Lawrence just comes marching in and shuts the whole thing down. Tells us to wait in the hall.” That’s where Kat recognized the voice. Samuel, or, well, Sammy, must’ve been speaking in the previous audio log. Kat was to say slightly disappointed he didn’t recognize it earlier, the delicate voice that always appeared in the news interviews, claiming he was put in charge of speaking for Joey Drew. Searching through her brain, Kat recalled that Sammy was a young man with curly brown hair with dark green eyes and a rounded jawline. He always seemed to have bags under his eyes, like he never got enough sleep. Despite that, whenever he appeared on TV he always had a peppy attitude and bursting energy. Kat was wondering how much of that was actually real. “Then I hear him. He starts up my projector, and dashes from the booth down to the recording studio like Bendy himself was chasing behind.” There was one interview though, that Sammy radiated a different kind of energy through Kat’s TV setup. He was pale white, eyes twitching, and hair messed up. Whenever he blinked, there was a visible scar across his eyelid down to the bottom of his eye socket. You wouldn’t have noticed; probably thought it was just ink. The studio was famous for using it despite new technology of the years. “Few seconds later, the projector turns off. But Sammy, he doesn’t come out for a long time. This man is weird; crazy weird!” Kat turned to her left, her eyes setting on a projector facing outwards to the pitch black room, which, according to the recording, should be the recording studio. After a while of fidgeting with it, Kat gave in to temptation and banged it with her fist. Light scattered through the formerly pitch black room. It was decorated with tens of chairs, musical instruments randomly placed throughout. What was more peculiar, was that cardboard cutouts of Bendy were laying face down. Kat counted t least three, then the lights flickered and once again the room was dark. “...Drew has his own peculiarities.” Kat had missed the ending of the recording. She turned to head back down the stairs, but something stopped her. Her eyes were suddenly covered and she felt something hard and sharp hit the back of her neck.
! an important thing to note is that this story is not at canon, and any appearances, personalities, etc are NOT cAnOn (haha twice in a row), and are from my imagination. don't be upset if for some reason, i dunno, susie is short tempered when you thought she'd be polite ! ----------------------------------------------------------------- music - 'recording gold' by ck9c fanfiction - @cloudy_wing batim - themeatly and mike mood
