#lawrence actually wants to wring his neck like genuinely

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cooking up more of this delicious Adam lives with the Gordons post-Saw AU. will be finished at some vague point in the future

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Similarly Spiteful, Chapter 2

[submitted by: @disneyphantomlover]

“JOEEEEY!”

Joey Drew snapped to attention behind his desk, honestly concerned when he heard the touch of fear in Bendy’s voice. His little devil was a mischievous one, and had run to him before if he got spooked. Normally, it was because he’d upset Thomas or Sammy and wanted to hide out, or even the occasional prank involving fake skeletons. But he never heard his little creation so suddenly upset, so he jumped to his feet and pulled the door open. Bendy bolted in, grabbing Joey by the leg before swinging around and hiding behind him. The little cat of a demon trembled as he hugged onto his leg for dear life, and Joey quickly shut the door in front of him. Much as he wanted to comfort Bendy, he wanted to be sure he was alright. And whatever scared him wasn’t in the studio still, or there’d be literal Hell to pay. “What’s wrong? What happened?”

“There’s a man out there…He was in the recordin’ stage… He l-looks new… B-but he sounds jus’ like Sammy!”

“Did he see you?” That was different… He hadn’t hired anyone new, so the idea of a burglar was heavy on his mind. Heavens above if they saw Bendy and brought people down…

Bendy nodded, swallowing heavily.

Joey had to bite back a curse of his own, chewing on the inside of his cheek out of nerves. This wasn’t good… But he had to go find this man before he ran out screaming. He couldn’t let the cartoons be found out or hurt. Certainly not by any robber. “You camp out here. I’ll deal with him. ….What’s he look like?”

The little devil finally unleashed his leg, but immediately started to wring his tail out of his own nerves. “Umm… He kinda looks like Wally… But yellow hair and bigger arms. He’s really tall too.”

That painted an odd picture, but he reached down and gently patted Bendy in between the horns. “Okay. I’ll be back as soon as I can.” He repeated his warning to stay put, but it was more out of habit than actual concern that Bendy would run off. He was genuinely shaken, which only put Joey on edge more. With a quick run out the door and down the stairs, Joey Drew all but ran down to the Music Department floor, where he found a blessedly empty floor. Made him all the more grateful he’d decided to come in early today. He still felt the urge to grab one of the nearby fire axes… At least to scare the cretin off. Or threaten. Threaten could work.

He settled on a nearby gent pipe, clutching it tight in his right hand as he peeked around the doorway of the recording studio. Sure enough, there was the man that Bendy had described. And despite his earlier conviction, he couldn’t help be curious on why this man was running around, pushing as many chairs against the valve’s doorway to block it. He’d even pushed a piano toward it. Joey could hear the man mumbling away, getting more and more riled up the longer he was left alone.

It gave Joey a wonderful idea on how to spook the man, so he’d waited until his back was turned before stepping out. “Now what on EARTH do YOU think you’re DOING?”

The blond jumped, as he expected. But he hadn’t expected the relieved sound of Sammy’s voice coming out of him. “Oh… Jesus, Drew, don’t scare me like that…” The man turned on his heel, the friendly smile on his face falling in an instant when he found Joey. “…Who the hell are you?”

Good Lord, this man sounded like he could be Sammy’s twin! What a strange thing. “…I should ask you the same thing. This is my studio.”

The blond’s expression immediately turned angry, and he was quick to bark out “Bull! This is not your’s! I should know!”

Any normal individual would’ve probably started a yelling match with the stranger. Or called police. But then again… He did seem convinced. And angry. And there was a possible reason why he sounded like Sammy… So Joey decided to gamble by asking “And….Who do you think this belongs to?”

That had certainly put the man off-kilter. He had narrowed his eyes at Joey, then swung his arm around to motion to the stage. “Who the hell do you think?? Joey Drew! This is whole place is SillyVision Studios! Now get the hell out of here before I throw you out!”

…

Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh.

Oh.

Welp.

He put a hand to his mouth and thought for a moment. He had tried experimenting last night… And that’d explain some of this… Admittedly, he didn’t know that THIS would be the result, and it opened up a lot of possibilities. Though the question that came out of his mouth was…admittedly not the most sensible. “So… You’re friends with Joey Drew?”

The man narrowed his eyes, but did answer with a clipped “Yes.”

“….And your name issss?”

“Name on the sign, jack ass. Sammy Lawrence, Music Director. Now, you going to leave or do I need to drag you out?”

“Now now, I don’t think that’d be nesseccary!” Joey held up his hands in a placating manner, honestly not wanting to start a fight. Especially if this was who he thought he was. “I think I know what’s going on though.”

“Oh. You just now realized you’re breaking into a studio that ain’t yours?”

“Yes! …Wait, no! I mean-…” He chewed on the inside of his mouth again, words failing him as he struggled to find the right ones. Apparently, he took just a little too long to find the right words before his world shifted. He hadn’t realized the man had come up, and threw him over his shoulder like a sack of flour before walking out of the recording studio. He really did need to work on his reaction time, didn’t he? “Wait wait!” He flailed his arms and legs, more to dislodge himself and not hurt this Lawrence double. It was not as sucessful as he’d like, this taller Lawrence had an amazing grip. “Now hold on a moment! This is my studio! I mean, technically yours as well, but I know what’s wrong!”

“Save your breath.”

Shoot…. Wait… “What would you say if I told you I was Joey Drew?”

“…I’d say you’re seriously confused. No offense, but you’re too old to be Joey Drew.”

“Now that was un-called for.” He scowled, reaching up to hit the blond on top of the head.

“OW! … Look, it’s true! I know Joey. He’s only a few years older than me.”

Okay… Now he was all the more curious now. But he really did need to get this Sammy’s attention. Now… What was something that would apply to Sammy, no matter who he was? “…You’re too stubborn to admit it, but you liked the Bacon Soup at one point! Your favorite instrument is the banjo! You thought Susie was a charming woman the second you saw her! And a favorite song of yours is Willow Weep for Me!”

That had gotten this Sammy to stop in his tracks, and Joey could only hope that he had said the right thing this time. Honestly, he knew he was grasping at straws, but he had to hope that the blond was as stubborn as his own Music Director.

And… Speak of the devil.

“…. I’d ask, but I’m fairly certain whatever Joey did, he deserves it.”

He heard a huff, and Susie’s voice followed. “Sammy please.”

“….Susie?”

Joey had to crane his neck to look at Susie and Sammy -his raven-haired one- who both looked shocked at the sound that came out the blond Sammy. “… It’s been an odd morning. …I think this would be a better discussion in my office.”

((you write joey and bendy really well it Kills me. it Kills me. looks like joey’s got some explaining to do, can’t wait for the next part! :D danke for the fic!))

part one | part two | part three | part four | part five | part six | part seven| part eight | part nine | part ten | part ten and a half | part eleven | part twelve | part thirteen | part fourteen | part fifteen | part sixteen | part seventeen | part eighteen | part nineteen (END)