Sammy plummeted into a large puddle of ink. He stood up, shaking his head. "Damned weak floor." He muttered.
He looked around, not recognizing the place he'd fallen into. The ink was over his ankles, and there were cartoons playing on the walls around every corner.
Sammy explored for a few minutes before he heard sploshy footsteps and clicking sounds. A bright light shone on Sammy from behind and he whipped around.
He saw an inky projector headed man standing to at least seven feet tall. Sammy himself was 5ft4 so he felt incredibly small.
The projectionist tilted his head, not sure what to think of someone coming down to where he was, for he'd never seen someone down here before.
Sammy shook and backed up slowly, not knowing if he should run or not. The projectionist slowly came forwards, copying Sammy's steps.
The musician felt a wall hit his back and he turned his head behind him for a second, to realize with dread that he'd cornered himself.
The projectionist kept slowly stepping forwards, Sammy getting more scared by the second. In a few short more steps, he stopped, just an inch away from Sammy.
He crouched down and slammed his hands against the wall behind Sammy's head. The musician had to close his eyes from the bright light.
He whimpered in fear and in the strain from his eyes. Then the lightbulb dimmed to almost nothing, just like a flickering candle.
Sammy opened his eyes again. The projector head was a centimetre from his and he started to panic, but his limbs wouldn't let him move from fear.
The projectionist seemed to sense his fear, and tilted his head. "Did you drop this?" He asked, holding up Sammy's mask. Sammy wasn't sure what was happening.
All that came out of his throat was a small whine. "Can you not talk?" The projectionist asked. "I-I can talk." Sammy spluttered.
The projectionist stopped for a second and looked as if he were trying to remember something, but failed. "Your voice is very beautiful, but not as much as you yourself~." He teased.
Sammy blushed under the ink. "W-what?!" He asked in almost a panic. He didn't know how to respond to that.
"Aww~you're all flustered, how adorable~." The projectionist cooed. Sammy was so confused. He was starting to panic.
"Hmm~what exactly are you? You aren't a searcher or a lost one, not a toon or quite a human, and certainly not like me, small and adorable, strong looking, flustered at the moment, what kind of creature are you?" The projectionist asked.
"I-I was human, b-but now I'm n-not sure." Sammy stuttered.
"I'm Norman by the way. What's your name?" The projectionist asked. "S-Sammy." The musician answered.
"What a lovely name, reminds me of someone I used to know...but I believe that they got out safely. I really hope they did." Norman said with the closest of a sigh he could make.
"Was their name also Sammy?" Sammy asked, feeling less afraid. Norman shrugged. "Possibly, I don't remember much about them. All I do remember is that it was a male that had the most amazing voice. It's your voice that reminds me of him. He was the musician down here." Norman said sadly.
Sammy's eyes widened. "I was the musician down here." He said. Norman's projector looked at him. "That's why you seem so familiar to me!" Sammy realized.
Norman looked excited and happy, but for some reason also sad. "I had always hoped you had got out safely and lived a happy full life instead of being stuck down here with me." Norman said.
"But why? I'd much rather be stuck down here with you." Sammy smiled, some old memories coming back to him.
If Norman could smile, he would've been. But he couldn't. So instead he pulled Sammy into a tight embrace, never wanting to let him go again.
Sammy hugged him back, happy to have Norman back.
After all the lonely years he'd spent wandering around the studio, wondering why he felt so hollow inside, he know knew it was because he missed Norman, and he didn't even remember him from before.
But now that he did remember, he felt that hollow space fill with happiness and he couldn't care less where he was.
He had Norman, and that was all that mattered.
Yeah I know it's well past Valentine's Day and I really should've got this second part done sooner but I finished it and hope you liked it.
