Leitmotif (Sammy X Reader fic)

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Each day was about the same, it had been maybe a week since Y/n made the ill-fated decision to explore the old studio. Sammy didn't let them leave the safe-house very often, he says it's dangerous. After what Y/n saw earlier.. I guess they could believe him. The history of the studio was wild and wonderful though, when Sammy had nothing to do, he usually talked about it. Sammy did seem unhinged though, but at least he wasn't trying to kill them- low bar, I know. 
   Y/n was getting restless of sitting around the whole time they were there, Sammy had been out for maybe an hour- hour half? Opening the gate and through a doorway, there was a bright room with another sigil on the ground underneath to a wooden post and rope. Speaker boxes hung in the corners of the room. Y/n wanted to pretend they didn't see whatever the hell this.. cult thing is and just go back inside the safe-house, but they continued forward reluctantly. There was a long corridor in front of them after that room, it was filled with ink and planks floated in the liquid. Hesitantly Y/n waded through it until the hallway turned to a luckily not so flooded room.
   
   After around 2 more ink flooded hallways and Y/n was getting real tired of wading through that stuff. Up to their thighs was just black ink, no patterns or colors could be seen beneath it anymore and their boots was full of the stuff. Trying to stomp the globs off their boots, they opened the door in front of them. With a loud creak, all was silent again. Looking around panickedly for whatever was doing this, something sounded behind them. 
   "What the hell are you doing out here?" Whipping around, Sammy was right behind them. He didn't look very impressed, even if they couldn't see his face under the mask. "Didn't I tell you to stay in the safe-house?" He leaned down to be eye level with Y/n and tilted his head. They considered booking it right there right then, but before they could make a decision, Sammy grabbed their arm and tugged them in the direction back towards the safe-house. "I'm not gonna hurt you if that's what you're worried about." Y/n snapped back "How am I supposed to trust you on that?" "Can you name one time I injured you?" "When you knocked me out cold?" "...Other than that." Y/n paused for a moment "I guess not." 
   Sammy held their hand while he walked them back to the safe-house like he was guiding a misbehaving toddler. "I can't really blame you for trying to go explore, the studio is large and interesting but as I've said before it's full of people who'd hurt you." Sammy paused "And I guess can't really blame you for being mistrusting either. Next time I go out I'll bring you with me if you'd like." Y/n relaxed a little bit and Sammy's grip on their hand loosened enough that they could slip their hand out if they wanted.
   Approaching the room with the sigil and rope Y/n paused "I have one question though, what the hell is that for?" They gestured to the rather obvious problem in the room. "A bendy cutout." Sammy simply responded and walked back into the safe-house like nothing was wrong. Y/n stared for a moment, dumbfounded then shrugged and walked into the safe-house as well.
   "Is bacon soup the only food in this place?" Y/n asked while watching Sammy cook it on the old stove "The most easily accessible, if we take the lift and go to level 11 there's snack machines." "Do they just get automatically restocked or something? I feel like it would've ran out by now" Sammy paused "I have no idea, best not to question it I guess." Y/n picked up an empty can and read the ingredients and such "How do you tell if these are bad? I can't find an expiration date." "I just look for dents or rusting on the can, mostly the only way to tell." With a few clicks, Sammy turned the stove off and filled a bowl with soup and handed it to Y/n. With his own bowl he walked to the other room. Y/n sat on the hammock and ate it by themselves. It did not taste very good, as usual but it's better than starving, right? 

   It was the next day, Sammy shook Y/n awake before he left the safe-house they were going to search for supplies and such. At the moment, they were in what Sammy calls the 'Production Room.' Shelves of plush characters that Y/n had seen on posters decorated the room. A tape recorder sat on the table near the blocked door, and Y/n clicked play.

Click!
"I don't be seein' what the big deal is.
 So what if I went and painted some of those Bendy dolls with a crooked smile?
That's sure no reason for Mr. Drew to be flyin' off the handle at me. And if he really wants to be so helpful, he could be tellin' me what I'm to be doin' with this warehouse I got full of that angel whatchamacallit. Not a scrap of that mess be a-sellin'!
Probably have to melt it all down to be rid of it all."
Click!

"I don't remember Mr.Flynn well, but I do know that after what he did, Joey called everyone  down to the Heavenly Toys floor and just started screaming and yelling at Flynn, I don't believe anyone ever saw him again." Sammy said while unclogging the old gears "I'm guessing he was fired?" "Who knows, some people joked that the poor man was dead." Sammy shrugged. 
   Soon enough, the gears were free and started turning once more. The shelf blocking the door wheeled out of the way with loud squeaking to accompany it. Sammy grabbed Y/n's hand and led them out of the room. Y/n thought that Sammy would know at this point that they wouldn't wander off, but now that they thought about it, it's probably because of a different reason, and they smiled a bit.