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!Ink! Sammy x !Calm/Unafraid! Reader

Requested by..... @sagittheliarghost
*Get ready for some ''''logic'''' and forgotten scripts. I'm also gonna do another version of this
**This is also half finished and will be finished soon! :D

- You're really c h i l l POV -
So- I get to this musty studio and I'm expected to find actual human beings? What the hell is this?? Anyway, it's been pretty decent so far- the odd altar but yeah, it's been alright. I've just been surviving on this bacon soup trying to escape or find a trace of humanity in this hell hole. No luck so far, but I'm entering the music department today, should be fun. I've heard about this Miss Susie Campbell, she seems likely a nice lady. While this Sammy Lawrence? Wait, was it Sam? Samuel? Nah, pretty sure it's Sammy. Sounded like an old guy, apprently he was 28 or something before all this ink stuff happened. Anyway, my father was invited here a few days ago, Wally Franks, chocolate cake or something? I dunno, but yeah. He's been gone a week now andddd it's getting a bit chaotic at home. Good news- I've found his recordings from like- a decade and a few ago! He sounds different, still the same dad I know. Anyway, I was checking out Sammy's 'sanctuary'. Apprently he'd stay in there for literal days.

- Sammy's POV -
I needed find another sacrifice. I must have him notice me. He will set us free. I've been aimlessly wandering around for a while, I must have him notice me. After all, the shepherd will always find the sheep.

- Your POV -
I've seen glimpses of this inky-thing. It watches me as I explore. It's... interesting? I dunno, I just need to find my dad then I'm outta here! I'd decided to go to Sammy's 'sanctuary' again to look for any signs of humanity. When I got there- the next things I saw were an axe and the exact inky-thing that was watching me.

Next thing I knew, I was tied up in front of the ink-being. It laughed. It looked alright for being trapped down here for a decade or something.
"My my, I am honoured you came down here to visit me." It was probably smiling behind that mask. It sounded a lot like that Sammy Lawrence from those recordings...Anyway, I'm on a tight schedule here.
"Look, I'm on a tight schedule. Have you seen a man named Wally Franks down in this horror show?" I looked up to 'Sammy's mask.
"Wally...Franks?" Sammy mumbled, it was followed by some inaudible talking. He shook his head. "My little sheep, you needn't worry about that."

- Sammy's judgemental POV -
This little sheep looks the slightest familiar. I'd trace their facial features with what I call fingers. "You know, I used to get many in my day. Without this inky abyss, I call a body."

- Your POV -
Noooooooooooooooooo not the stories- this is worse- NOOOOOOOOO

- Annnndd back to Sammy's POV -
"I had blonde...or was it brown hair...?" I could never remember. Every time I'd try to recall my appearance, it'd go as soon as it came.

- Your POV -
This man, this man was insane. As well as pretty hot but- he's been rotting down here for like what...A decade? Ugh. I'm not sure if he's even a man. He seems like he would've been a pretty dominant figure from what I've assumed from what my father has told me. Goddamnit Wally.

"Quick question, are you gonna let me free anytime soon?" I'd frown and look for some sort of escape- wait. He mentioned he used to get many? Alrighty, time to use that to my advantage. "Say- could you tell me more about those days?"
"Ah, when I was free from this...Inky abyss?" He managed to make his mask look sad despite it being stuck in a permanent smile, "I doubt I can...But, the time of sacrifice is at hand, my little sheep." Well, back to his insane state.
"I have a name, like- I'm a human being. You probably are under all that ink." I'd retort. He just laughed. He laughed, right at me too. "I'm not a sheep, I'm no sacrifice either. Can't you just let me go now?" I'd glare at the eye-holes in the mask- does he even have eyes anymore?

- Sammy's goopy ahh pov -
This little sheep sure has a mouth on them..Sounds familiar.
"Let you go? I'm sorry my dear sheep, I can't do that..The Lord has promised me great things in return for your sacrifice." I tilted their chin up with the tip of my axe, those pretty eyes immediately darting to what I used to call a face. What a pretty per- sheep.
"Quit it..- Let me go." I heard them whine and protest
"Quiet now, my little sheep.. He's coming." I'd feel a smile spread across my hidden features in what felt like in foreveer.