Sammy Lawrence x Reader OneShot (Fluff)

Fondly Memories

As you finally reached the second floor, you hoped down onto the creaky boards. Your boots squished under the black ink below, splashing a bit. You gave your rope a glance before walking away from it. You take out the flashlight you had on you and walked through the old, abandoned studio's hallways. Your flashlight glowed from the darkness, making the dim room much easier to see. You walk through a doorway before stopping and looking downwards.

You spot a pentagram in the middle of the room, candles glowing ominously around it. You give the pentagram a skeptical look before walking around the entire thing to go through the next door. As you descend the stairs, a board breaks above you and falls down. You didn't flinch, as you could tell just by the looks of the studio that it's bound to crumble with its terrible state. You continue your journey, passing more pentagrams, bendy cutouts, and candles. The pentagrams and bendy cutouts unsettled you, giving you red flags in your mind. Something was wrong, you can tell.

You soon make it the music department, seeing the studio's name and Sammy's name painted on the wall. The thought of Sammy eased your mind of the terrible situation you were in. You did noticed how there were big blobs of ink surrounding the studio, looking fairly off than normal. You crouch down near one of them, taking a closer look. Bad idea on your end, as a monster of ink came out of the ink, groaning and moaning in agony as it dragged itself across the floor toward you.

You jump back, putting away your flashlight and taking your military knife out and pointed it at the ink monster. "Stay back or I will hurt you!" You shout at it. It groaned, coming closer and closer. "Fine. Have it your way," You say, before slashing the ink monster with your knife. With one swipe, it was gone and dead. You hmphed, thinking to yourself how you oh-so-easily killed the ink monster. You put your military knife away, but you didn't take out your flashlight, as you saw there was now more light for you to see without it.

You see how the music department floor's doorways are open, raising an eyebrow out of you. Someone's been here before, very recently at that. You walk down the hallways, you peeked over to the second floor's exit, noticing the ink having been drained already. Yep, that confirms that someone HAS been here.

You continue walking around, hoping to find Henry or anyone in this abandoned place. You even spot the band room, to which you smile at. Fond memories flooded back to the good days of the studio, when Joey Drew wasn't hovering over everyone or when he was gone for an errand or meeting. The times of just playing silly meaningless toons with the instruments, dancing mindlessly the center of the band room, or singing off-key to the latest band songs on the radio. The memories left a small smile in their presence, as you continue on your mindless search.

You eventually notice something off. The recording room, which was often used for the singers or sound effects, had its door cracked open. You pursued your lips, using the door to the right of the recording room's window, and walked in from there. You went inside the recording room, then gently, yet cautiously open the door to the unknown room. Your eyes widened, noticing the room had a pentagram, -one that looked the same from the one before-, was in front of the a pillar that was against the wall.

You noticed big blobs of ink bubbling on the floor, each on spread out across the room. What gave you chills was the rope that was dangling from the pillar that was above the pentagram. The rope looked as if someone was tied down, but forced their way out of it and took a run for it. The mechanical doors were opened, black footprints darting towards the exit of the room proved your point of someone running away.

You were about to head towards the exit, when you noticed something odd. Black paint-like veins appeared on the ways. The direction of the ink veins was coming towards you, causing you some edge. These... veins didn't look familiar to you. However, you were not sticking around to find out what that was; the only thing you knew about those veins was that it was NOT a good sign.

You silently left the room, passing through the recording room and the band room. You look around, looking for a spot to hide, when you remember a specific hiding spot that you could use. With your plan in mind, you dash towards the projection booth, finding the stairs. Instead of going up the stairs, you pressed your weight against the wall and slid in between the staircase and the wall itself.

Back in the studio, you had a little hiding spot under the stairs that go up to the projection booth in the music department. While the whole thing of people walking up the stairs and down sounded annoying, it wasn't often for people to go up to the booth. This hiding spot was your own little home, when your office just couldn't block out the chaos and people around you, causing some frustration. Here, this spot under the stairs was your spot away from people, and to indulge into work.

As for the word, 'people,' you mostly meant Joey, as he had a tendency to bother you about daily reports and new ideas he had in mind. (granted, these ideas made Joey a bit too ahead of himself, keeping him blind from where he was walking. You sighed, before crouching down in your hidey hole, waiting for... whatever that thing was to pass by, so you can continue your journey. You hope Henry's doing okay, as you didn't know for how long you'll be staying in your hiding space.

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