(1) Ink Distortion (BATIM/EPICMICKEY)

12- Walt Disney's Castle

        Bendy had never been anywhere outside of Wasteland, except for the wretched studio he was trapped in for so many years, and he never dreamed of going anywhere else, but here he was, in the middle of Disneyland.

They had ran into some guards, near the projector screen they traveled through, but Oswald and Mickey's warrant allowed Bendy and the other toons to pass. Apparently it was very rare for a toon to travel outside of Wasteland, so guards, and nearby toons couldn't help but stare at the animated rejects.

There was a bright castle, overlooking it all. It was the grand centerpiece, and it was impossible to miss it. Unlike the castle in Wasteland, that loomed over the city like a storm, this castle was buzzing with excitement, there were princesses, small critters, and sparkles. It really was a wonderland.

Bendy and the Wastelanders marveled at it all. It was so much grander than anything they've ever seen in their lives.

"Welcome to Disneyland, ladies and gentlemen." Oswald said, as if taking it all in for the very first time himself. Mickey was busy greeting people, who were more than happy to say hello.

"Sir, where is Walt Disney's office? Isn't that the only reason we came?" One of the detectives asked.

"Oh-yeah! It's in the castle." Oswald pointed up at the castle.

"The castles original sole purpose was to be the main attraction, the most memorable part of this place, here, and in reality. Children's eyes really light up when they see it." There was a misty look in his eyes, like he was remembering something.

"Anyway, lets get going." Oswald followed Mickey, who was already talking to one of the toon guards in front of the castle.

"Do you folks have a search warrant?" The guard was bulky, and looked like a brute. He outstretched his large hand, to receive the expected permission slip to search Disney's office.

"Ah, yes sir, we do." Gus reached into his oversized pocked on his overalls, and handed the guard the crumpled piece of paper. The guard took it with a look of disgust, and his eyes skimmed over the paper, before continuing with, "You may proceed."

He stepped out of their way, and nodded to his fellow neighboring guards, to confirm the foreign toons' safe and undisturbed passage through the castle.

It wasn't nearly as loud inside as it was out, and all the toons could hear the clicking of their shoes, and their nervous breath echo in the long halls.

Completely unaware of their whereabouts, they had to allow Mickey and Oswald to lead to way. They really did feel like strangers, a feeling they hadn't experienced in a long, long time.

After climbing many sets of twisty stairs, the toons approached a wooden door.

It smelled like mildew, and the periwinkle blue paint was chipping off at the edges. There was a rusting bronze plaque on it, that said. 'W. Disney,' with a matching bronze door knob, which Mickey slowly twisted, and it clinked and creaked.

It was evident no one has entered the room in a long time.  The door made an agonizing squeaking noise, and Bendy couldn't help but clench his teeth at the sound, and them the squeaking stopped.

Bendy could hear all the toons' lung's breath in a symphony. The room behind the door was dark, but it was welcoming.

Mickey didn't hesitate to step inside, and pull back a velvet maroon curtain, that created a cloud of dust. His brother, stepped aside, letting the detectives pass. Bendy took this time to ask him a question that had been burning his tongue.

"Hey Ozzy, er, I have a question..." Oswald perked his ears at the sound of the Bendy's voice, and turned around, walking away from the door to give Bendy and him a little privacy.