bendy was walking through the halls of the worn down studio as the muffled rain crashed down on the roof top,he made his way down to the music department where it was much quieter,he was lost in thought before he knew it he had tripped over something and landed face first on the floor
It was surprising when one could hear the rain this far down in the studio, though it was one of the few pleasures Wally had in his current state. While it was calming and nice to listen to, it often reminded him of just how much he missed being able to go outside.
It was then that he thought he heard someone shuffling around. Figuring it was Sammy, Wally tried to make himself as unnoticeable as possible--though that was pretty easy considering he was nothing but a tape recorder on a shelf. However, the more he heard, the more he realized that those were actual foot steps, the sound of boots against wood. Well, that couldn’t have been Sammy, then!
But... Who on earth would have entered this cursed studio? Wally couldn’t imagine anyone that would have wanted to come back... But the desire for company was a powerful one.
“Hey!” he called, “Is anyone out there?” the speaker crackled from a severe lack of use, but his voice still came through loud and clear.
