BATIM Oneshots ig

We have all the time in the world | Norman x Sammy ☁

TW  profanity and ??

Sammy floated in the dark, the voices from all over meeting his ears. He could hear the screams of searchers, the wail of the lost ones, and the chatter of the butcher gang clones. He could even hear.. Henry.

Oh? The sheep is still alive?

Sammy crossed his legs and straightened his back, or, as well as he could. He didn't actually have a body, just a floating consciousness.

He could hear it. The voice of the traitor.

"But he's never seen... The End"

Well, this is entertaining. His old lord disappeared, the sheep is alive. What's now? The loop

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"Loop... I lost count. It appears I will never be free," Sammy mumbled to himself. He can't write it on paper, the sheep may see or his... lord. "Although, I saw something new this time. The sheep had a shiny new tool, as he always had, but he's pointing it at everybody. Maybe he's on to something."

"I'm back again. I died in the village. But.. I'm in an inky tunnel with a bright light at the end. It's like how people describe death. Maybe I'll finally die."

"It's happening again, the end. I'm going in, for this may be my last chance"

"Maybe, just maybe, goodbye studio and hello hell."

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The man's eyes shot open. He bolted up and started coughing, ink leaving his throat and staining the green grass. The nearby flower seemed to look at him with displeasure for coloring its friend black.

"Ow-" the man winced, bringing a hand up to his head. He sat up too quickly, he assumed. He looked dead ahead.

A beautiful sight. A field of bright green grass, the light blue sky with little bit's of clouds, the dark bark of the forest tree's shilling gold by the light. The blinding sun wasn't beating against his skin, but it simply illuminated his bright surroundings. And flowers of every color littering the ground. Color.

"Holy shit."

"Sammy?"

Sammy snapped his head back and saw a tall brunette with glasses and a slight expression of relief. His forearms' and shin's completely in ink, his hair also stained. In fact, the man's glasses were splattered in the same substance. Then again, the musician wasn't the cleanest either. His own blond hair was also matted with ink and his shirt was stained, helping to coat his arms and torso in a fresh coat of ink that will definitely need to be scrubbed away later.

"Henry? You're the sheep?"

"And you're the psychopath prophet, what's new?"

"Oh don't mind me, I'll wait till you guys are finished."

They both turned around and saw their other coworker. Tall, arms crossed and waiting patiently. This was his first time in the light after years, but doesn't mean he didn't see it. A blue ribbon was poking out of his pocket.

"Didn't you tell me you could be my 'Sammy' once, why is he getting all the attention?" He joked, putting a hand on Henry's shoulder. "No offense mate."

Sammy grabbed his arm and dragged him down to eye level, his blue eyes meeting warm brown ones. "Why the fuck did you never visit me?"

Again, Norman was patient. He finally had people to talk to, may as well not screw it up. "You kinda snapped my neck and stained my shirt."