Sammy's, Inkly Experience~ (Sammy x Norman)

Chapter 1

Sammy groaned, his head hurting like hell. He got up from the wooden placement he laid on. He looked at his hands, he gasped. His arms were covered ink, he started panicking.
He immediately started running trying to find somewhere he could fully see himself. He looked around, seeming as he was still at the studio, no one was there which was odd to sammy. Though sammy couldn't remember much, he knew the hallways were busy with people turning in cartoons, rushing to another room to do something or rushing back to their department. He searched around finding nothing, no one to tell him who he used to be. Sammy remembered his name, his full name. But the thing he forgot about were the people who worked there, well, besides Joey Drew.The studio was awfully quiet, only the sound of his feet hitting the floorboards of the studio heard to maybe only himself. Maybe he was just the only one here, he just didn't know which kept his anxiety up. He found a door down a hallway, labeled as "exit". Sammy sorta speed walked to the door, just wanting out of the painfully silent place that reeked of ink. He started to feel the the wood below him start to get loose, starting to speed up, scared of falling. He was so close, close to being out of this place. Suddenly the floorboards gave out and sammy fell. He screamed, he flew down the studio at a high speed. He hit his head hard onto the lower floor, blacking out. All he saw was blackness for a whole minute before slowly getting up. He found himself in a room with coffins, that it seemed then wouldn't open no matter how hard he tried. He was aware of this lower floor, but didn't expect coffins to lie there. After a few hours of finding levers, draining thousands of ink, he went up to a room that you could see the musicians playing the instruments while a projector played cartoons. Sammy turned on the projector and looked at the screen. He remembered. That's right, bendy. Maybe that was the reason he was here in the first place, the demon had lured him to this place. Sammy looked over to a simple desk and chair, there was a tape. It played a voice of someone. He sounded so familiar but Sammy couldn't put a finger on it who it was.

"Everyday the same strange thing happens. I'll be up here in my booth, the band will be swinging, and suddenly Sammy Lawrence just comes marching in and shuts the whole thing down. Tell us all to wait in the hall.
Then I hear him. He starts up my projector, he dashes to the projector booth and down to the recording studio like the little devil himself was chasing behind. Few seconds later, the projector turns off. But Sammy, he doesn't come out for a long time. This man is weird. Crazy weird. I have half a mind to talk to Mr. Drew about all of this. But then again, I have to admit. Mr. Drew has his own peculiarities."

Then the tape ended. Sammy read the name of the tape. "Norman Polk." Why did that name seem so familiar? Sammy couldn't shake that feeling of that person being so familiar to him. Maybe he's just going insane already, he hated this. Now his main concern was getting out of this god forsaken place. Sammy pinched himself, trying to figure out if he was in some sort of fever dream. Sadly, that wasn't the case. Sammy let go, he searched deeper into the studio. He wasn't sure of what Joey was doing when he worked there, but Sammy knew there is more to this then just bendy. It's far more sinister then the demon himself. He just couldn't figure out what. It didn't help that his memories and life where still a haze. Sammy had found a head of a bendy cut out laying on the floor. It sparked an idea. Sammy had turned it into a mask he could use. Sammy sighed, he had found a place where he could resign at for the time being. Oh that's right. Sammy dashed to the heavens toys, maybe she's here. Maybe he wasn't the only person here after all. Sammy opened the door, he heard faint singing, the lights going all of besides inside the glass, all he could see was the door. Now Sammy was scared, maybe he had mistaken. Well he was, but he wasn't alone anymore. No more silence. Sammy couldn't make out what she was singing except for one part "im Alice Angel~" the sweet voice sung with joy. Alice Angel? Oh, that's right. The woman of the group. Sammy remembered the cartoons, Boris, Bendy, and Alice. Suddenly, Alice appeared she slammed on the glass. No, that wasn't Alice Angel. She was charming, a stunning lady. This ugly monster wasn't Alice Angel. Her voice yelled "I'M ALICE ANGEL.." and everything went black for Sammy, having a panic attack, scared if she was going to kill him in the silent darkness of the room. Sammy couldn't help it, he screamed. Now Sammy was trapped in the angels web. Sammy was trapped has her little "Errand Boy" for some however hours had passed. Sammy couldn't tell how long a minute or hour felt like anymore or even if a day had passed. There was no clock, no nothing to tell him the date and time, which scared him. How long had he been living down here for? So many questions that Sammy couldn't answer. Now his mission was to collect "Ink Hearts". As he went down to the floor he was directed to, he didn't know what was in store for this mission. He thought to himself 'this is probably gonna be easy. All I have to do is collect some ink hearts, how bad could this get?' Sammy sighed. He saw one of the butcher gang, lying down on the floor, it's heart ripped out. Sammy grabbed it, putting in a bag. He walked down the stairs into the floor, which yet again was covered in ink, but this time somewhat deep. Sammy saw a tape lying on a box, he played it. It was the same voice from before.

" Now I'm not lookin' for trouble. It's just the nature of us projectionists to seek out the dark places.

You see, I've learned the ins and outs of this here studio. I know how to avoid being bothered by the likes of this...company.

That projectionist, they always say, creeping around, he's just lookin' for trouble. Well trouble or not, I sees everything. They don't even know when I'm watchin'.

Even when I'm right behind 'em."

The tape ended. Sammy was confused as to what the man had said. Suddenly, Sammy heard footsteps, something clanking together. He hid behind the box that the tape laid on, peeping out to see who it was. Sammy widened his eyes, Fear filling his body. The monster had a projector head, it's wires connecting to it's back, the light bright from the projector. It had wandered back in the maze Sammy had yet to find out about.  Sammy quietly had looked at where he went to, he froze. 'I'm gonna fucking die..' He thought to himself, scared. He just wanted to go home. Oh wait, scratch that. He wanted to go somewhere other than this hell. Sammy sighed, he started to go through the maze. He found yet another heart, once he picked it up. He could sense anger in the air. Sammy immediately hid in one of the Porta Potty, waiting for the thing to pass. This went on for a few minutes, maybe a hour considering how long Sammy hid in something because of his bad anxiety. Sammy only needed one more. One more and he can go back. Sammy got out, he took a deep breath. He looked everywhere, now before him, is the last heart. Without hesitation Sammy grabbed it. It was already too late to run. The projectionist had stood there for a minute, it's bright light shinning onto Sammy. Sammy gulped, turning around. It ran to him, Sammy screamed, ending up hitting himself against the wall, shielding himself. It was so close to him when it suddenly stopped.

"Sammy...?"