Similarly Spiteful, Chapter 1
((@disneyphantomlover: Hope you don’t mind me posting this here. I couldn’t help but picture this and wanted to write it.))
One of these days, Wally Franks was going to walk into work and find it on fire. Or filled to the gills with ink. He had no doubt in his mind about that. Technically he had walked in to find the studio’s main characters alive and walking around. Not necessarily a bad thing, but it had been a shock at the time! And the weird things he got to see at work only got stranger and stranger, thanks to the odd “hobbies” that his boss had.
At least he could say it was never a dull day at work.
He walked into work, tugging off his jacket. Okay. There were no obviously giant puddles that he could see, so that was a plus. It was….Oh. Ugh. It was Tuesday. He had to clean up the whole Music Department floor.
He was NOT looking forward to this. Mainly because he did NOT want to deal with Mr. Sammy-stick up his ass-Lawrence. The man had a short fuse and seemed ready to bark or yell at the slightest thing. So Wally did what he had to: annoy the ever loving shit out of the man to knock him down a peg or two. It was certainly more fun than rolling over or just dealing with whatever upset Sammy that particular day. He was not the only one who shared the sentiment; Sammy was constantly the receiving end of ink pranks by Bendy.
So he had a sinking suspicion that the lack of puddles was going to change by the time he made it to Sammy’s office.
He was not disappointed.
He grimaced seeing ink leaking right above the desk. It had made a nice puddle underneath the desk, and Wally couldn’t help a groan. He’d acknowledged the man that was passed out on the desk, already assuming that Sammy had come in before he had. It wasn’t uncommon for the Music Director to sneak in early, especially to re-write a piece before the 10 o'clock deadline. He threw the pump control switch, waited two seconds, and heard the familiar groan from the desk. “Wakie wakie, Lawrence. You’re getting drenched.”
“…Wha?” There was some shuffling as the chair was pushed back, and Wally was just ready to walk out the door before he heard Sammy grumbling. “God… DAMN it….I fuckin’ told Joey this needs more work… Where’s that sonnvabitch now, Wally?”
The janitor had to stop, processing what he heard. That was Sammy alright… But he never heard the music director curse out Mr. Drew so casually. “Um… Probably not in yet…” He looked over his shoulder, expecting to see the black haired music director with a drunken flush or frazzled hair.
He was not expecting a blond man in suspenders, who honestly looked more like a dock worker. Said blond was using a stained rag to wipe ink off his face, and was starting to walk towards the door. “‘Probably not in’ please… Just gimme the mop ‘n get the merch floor. I’ll clean my own office. Shawn didn’t leave last night, and he probably needs some'a Norman’s coffee to wake up. God knows I can’t understand his Irish when he’s knocked out like that.”
The blond walked around Wally, tucking the rag into a back pocket as he walked down the hallway. It was only then that Wally finally went into the hall closet, deciding two things. Firstly, to make sure he wasn’t seeing things. Because while that sounded like Sammy, that…MOST CERTAINLY wasn’t him. Appearances aside, when did Lawrence pick up a mop? Or offer to clean? It was just a little too weird.
And then he heard the screaming.
“WHAT THE HELL??”
Never a dull day indeed.
((oh my god phantom, phantom phantom phantom. is this that little crossover fic you said you were gonna write? I can already tell this is gonna be Good :’D thank you for the fic!! <3))