Chapter 1: Tugging at Heart Strings

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About yourself:

Before Joey went mad, you had been working as a member of the band of the music production team.

You and Joey didn't get along that much, having a few arguments about the laziness of him, and how he has been treating the staff.

Though you have begun to notice a pair of the one of the workers eyes on you, quite a few times.

Tugging at heartstrings

The band was swinging, on this particular day however you felt a few more eyes on you than normal. You felt watched, and not in the way you preferred. You couldn't quite put your finger on it however so you brushed it off as maybe you had a bad hair day.

Sammy Lawrence suddenly rushed out of the projector room as he bursted through the door of the band room. "Out of my way," he swung his arms around angrily before pushing through all of the band crew, including yourself.

"He seems angry." You heard Norman, call down at you all from the projector. Sammy glared back at him before turning and looking at you quickly.

"All of you" He began, "get out. Accept you. I need you for something." He said carelessly. The band exhaustingly creeped out of the room, they had been working for hours on the new music ideas Joey had for the new Bendy episode. He was overworking the band to death, even though you were half asleep, as your hands had Carpal Tunnel big time.

Sammy Lawrence picked up the base you had been playing, before rushing back out of the room and up to the projector again.

Playing random keys and random instruments, a door randomly began to shutter open. You gasped quietly, as you wondered for weeks what that door was really for.

He grabbed you by the arm and pulled you quickly into the sudden room. Practically throwing you into one of the stools in there he dropped the base into your hands.

"Play it." The words rushed out of his mouth like a waterfall, almost forcefully pushing you along, but also calm in a way. You obeyed Sammy, and ran your tired fingers down the strings.

Sammy looked even more agitated than before. "Give me it." He demanded. "Wh- what? Why what's wrong with it?" You questioned, though you did as he asked.

"The stupid thing. One of your buddies must have been messing with things they shouldn't have. I've been hearing that stupid out of tune note all afternoon." He ranted, it was almost impossible to get him to shut up when he was in one of these moods.

"I couldn't quite put my finger on it but when you started strumming it all priced together no wonder you sounded-" he paused, as the strings adjusted, and his eyes met yours. He looked away as quickly as he glanced.

"It should be fixed. Play it again." He said, folding his arms. You began to strum but he grimaced instantly. "What?" You remarked. "Do you even know how to play the base?"

"What kind of question is that?"

"I'm betting this department you're the one who fiddled with the strings." Sammy snapped at you. You kept the raging voice inside as you made a distasteful frown.

"So it was you?" Sammy forced.

"What?! Why would I ever-"

"Yo! Sammy! The ink is flooding the floors, and your office is locked!" Norman chimed in from the band entrance. "Uh.. Sammy?!" He shouted yet again.

"Ugh.. I'm coming." Sammy said, standing up before snatching the base out of your hands. "Ay!" You shouted back at him. He set the base down elegantly where it was before entering his sanctuary, then quickly rushed over to his office on the other side of the music department.

His footsteps splashed the whole walk there, he fiddled the doorknob with his key, as Sammy swung the door to his office open quickly, throwing down the drain lever.

You quickly followed behind the group of workers peering over to take a look at Sammy. The ink drained below your feet, as Sammy angrily stomped out of his office.

"Everyone back to work. Y/N. Y/N?!"

"Right here Mr. Lawrence."

"We weren't finished without our little chat. Wait in my office. Now."

You obeyed his rageful tone, speed walking into his office and waiting politely on one of his chairs.

His voice sounded angrier than it had been while the two of you were arguing over strings before. You wondered if he had a hidden anger for the ink that had been spewing above his head daily. You brushed away the thought, as he always seemed angry, even on better days.

You heard Sammy arguing with someone just outside the door to his office. Though it had windows, you couldn't make out who he was screaming at. The door slammed as Sammy rushed in behind it.

"Now, where were we?" He began to walk towards you, almost menacingly. "You were accusing me of tampering with the strings." You said blankly.

"I- accusing is a strong word. I was only sugget-"

"You were accusing. Anyway, who were you talking to outside?" You smiled mischievously.

"That is none of your concern."

"Why do you have me in here anyways? We're going to continue bickering at me or.. did you have other plans?" Sammy kneeled down in front of you slowly, as you cheekily responded to his abrupt secretiveness.

"Go on, say it, what's with the hesitation?" You replied. You knew you were only digging a deeper grave, but you weren't so ready to lie in it yet.

Sammy sighed. He used your shoulders as a place to settle his hands and guide his way up from the floor. He looked down at you, as you looked up at him.

"You need to learn manners Y/N." He stated. The anger in his voice began to fade, but his eyes still held all the rage he had.

"I-... Yes sir." You peered away, flustered from his sudden force. A moment of silence rested amongst the two of you. You had quickly realized the embarrassing attitude you had shown him. What came over you? Sammy was practically your boss after all.

"Joey." Sammy replied.

"Eh?"

"I was talking to Joey about this inky madness going on just above our heads."

"Oh.. I see." You chuckled."W-well we better get back to work before joey starts yelling back." You stammered awkwardly before he went on another one of his spiraling rants. You stood up instantly marching out of his office. While Sammy by Lawrence followed behind.

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