4/1/17 From My Dancin' Darlin'
Your POV~
I chuckled as I viewed my old drawings. I swear like the only things I drew were Bendy and Boris. They weren't too good. You couldn't blame me at the time, I was only six, I'm now twenty-one. I remember when my father first introduced me to Bendy the Devil Darlin. Oh how I adored him, I even a had little crush on him. The amount that of drawings were pretty crazy, I then got up to take a little brake. Who knew looking at art could get ya tired?
I just quickly made myself some hot chocolate and went straight back to gazing upon the creations. Paper after paper, usually just being Bendy and Boris, just Bendy, just Boris, me and Bendy, me and Boris and oh look! A drawing that wasn't Bendy, it was uh, a cat I guess? It could've just been a terribly drawn image of Bendy. Oh my. The next drawing was one of Joey's, I knew him for being my father Henry's old partner. It looked to be a excellently drawn Bendy, much different from my art. I smirked. I then remembered something, I haven't checked my mail. It was pretty unusual that I don't check my mail, why's that? The door slid open and my shoes touched the wet grass, it's been raining. I made my way over to my own mailbox, after all I did move out my parents house. I got my letters out and quickly scanned them. Nothing special. I then took a glance at the floor. "Wha- that's strange. Why would there be a letter on the ground?" I quietly said to myself. I quickly picked it up and walked inside, realized the address of the envelope was handwritten. I stepped inside my cozy, warm house and threw myself on my brown leather couch that my kind mother had bought for me.
I took a long gaze at this envelope. "Heh. Wasn't that place my dad's workshop?" I questioned while examining the address more clearly. I then slipped the letter out the yellow white-ish envelope. On the crispy paper it read:
Dear (Y/N),
It seems like a life time since I've seen you!
I remember you just as a ten year old! Ah, eleven years really slips away, doesn't it?
It you're back in town, come visit the workshop. There's something I need to show you.
Your pal, Joey Drew.
Heh. That's nice. I guess ol' Joey can be welcoming, wonder what he wants to show me. I then get my hair brushed up in a ponytail. I decided I didn't need to change, I suppose Joey should be okay with me wearing tights and a t-shirt. I then quickly get the rest of my outfit on and head outside to my car. I quickly start it up and head to the location of this workshop. I'm pretty sure I remembered the way there after so long. After a while, the roads led me to kinda old-lookin building. 'This is got to be it.'
I step out my car and head to the door, knocking on it hoping for a response. No one came to open it. "Wasn't Joey SUPPOSED to be here?!" I said holding the handle of the door. To my surprise, it swung open. Strange.
I take just one glance at the inky mess inside.
"Messy messy messy..." I say to myself looking around the room.
(What ya guys think so far? I'm kinda enjoying writing this. Maybe it'll be a long story. Who knows!)
