~Chapter 4 | The Ink Machine~

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(Your POV)

A few weeks have passed and things really changed around here. Joey installed a machine to produce more Ink. The Ink Machine, he called it. Weird name, but it fits so I didn't had to say anything about it. There were now two voice actors for one character here: Susie Campbell did the singing parts, but Allison Pendle did the normal talking parts. Allison and I were very good friends, we almost everyday sat together with lunch! Susie on the other hand... She- I'm sorry. was an absolute bitch. Always glaring at me, insulting me for my work, telling ME how the dance should go. The same stuff every day! Like, today we were discussing the new dance for the Scotland Selection cartoons where we had to to tap-dancing and stuff like that. Highland Dancing, I guess it's called. Susie came in and she just had to give her opinion again. "Yeah, why don't you do this instead of this?" Or "I don't like the clothing you chose for Alice.. Change it into something more Lady Like." Jokes on her, I don't design the clothes. "Well, in that case you should complain at the Art Department, Susie." I said with a huge eye roll, making the other women giggle. "Ugh, just do what I say!" She yelled. "I'm sorry Susie, but you're on MY Department right now and I kindly ask you to leave right now." I say casually and the other girls snicker, giggle and / or laugh at this point looking at Susie. Susie's head pretty much turned into a tomato at this point, boy she was mad. "I'll tell Sammy and Mister Drew about this!!" She yells as she stomps away. "What's Sammy gonna do about this?" I ask with a smirk. "He's going to be really mad at you! Sammy would always protect the lady of his dreams~" She smirks proudly of herself. "I bet he would, my brother loves (y/n) through thick and thin!" Melody grins nudging my shoulder as I blush. "Ugh! You all are so full of yourself, stupid dancers! What's your purpose here anyway?" Susie huffs as she walks back upstairs to the Music Department. 

"Man, she has some tantrums!" Melody exhales while everyone gets ready for the practice. "This is her fifth this week and it's only Tuesday!" A woman laughs as the other women laugh and giggle along. "But, seriously girls.. What is she gonna do? Take my shoes away?" I ask sarcastically and they all laugh. While we were having our laughs, one of the pipes in the building transporting the ink started to rumble, but we couldn't hear it due our laughter. The ink pressure got too high, and before we knew it... The pipe bursted open and a huge load of black, stinky liquid poured over me! I and the girls screamed in horror as the ink drenched all over me. A few moments later, everyone rushed down to see what happened. One of them was Sammy, who gasped at the sight of me covered in the black mess. I didn't see him run over to me, taking his handkerchief to wipe the biggest mess out of my face. "You alright (y/n)?" He asked concerned but I was still in shock. "Now that's just low of her!" Melody said harshly, drawing everyone's attention. "What?" Sammy asks his sister. "Susie had an argument with (y/n) just now, just her minding our business- Saying she'd tell you but she clearly didn't and she, I think, put more pressure on the Ink Machine making that pipe burst open on (y/n)." Melody explained and everyone started saying things to each other. Sammy looked concerned at you and took you with him. "You, are coming with me." He said sternly but careful while he dragged you through the crowd. 


~In Sammy's office~
(3rd person POV)


Sammy has brought you to his office, where he took the clothes from your bag. You washed your hair out in the bathroom, but it didn't help that much... "Better?" He asked and you smiled. "A little bit.. Better than drenched in ink, right?" You giggled and he scoffed. "Black looks good on you though-" He shrugs and you punch his arm playfully. "Over my dead body!" You giggle and he smiles. "You should go home, wash up and sh*t.." Sammy smiles warmly and you gasp. "No swearing in front of the lady, Sammy!" You dramatically say and he chuckles. "I'll do my best, I'll handle things with Joey for you." He says helping me up. As we walk through the building, to the exit I see Susie glaring at me. I stick my tongue out and Sammy notices. "You're talking about me having no manners, but you're REAL mature!" He laughs and I huff. "Just teaching her to have some respect." You grin nudging his shoulder. 

You two finally reach the exit and you're greeted by the busy roads of New York. "How about you come pay me a visit after dinner?" You ask with a sweet smile. "I'd love to (y/n), but.. My work is really keeping me up and-" Before he can finish you cut him off. "Puh, puh, puh, puh, puh, puh, pup~! No no Sammy, no work tonight. You and me, having a little drink, at my house. No buts, just say yes!" You smirk leaving Sammy completely confused. "Go on, I'm waiting~" Sammy rolled his eyes, grabbing the bridge of his nose. "Gosh, you really know how to make a man flustered.." He mutters. "What was that?" You ask playfully, leaning in with you head to 'hear' better what he just said. "Fine! I'll come pay you a visit!" He groans and you clap in your hands. "Then it's settled! I know your shifts ends at 5:30pm, you usually eat at 7pm.. So be at mine's at 8." You smile pricking your finger on his chest rapidly. "Yeah yeah, little stalker.. Go home now, before someone sees you!" "Whatever the fricks happened to 'BlAcK lOoKs GoOd On YoU tHoUgH'??" "Home (y/n)..~" "Fine..............!" And with that you pecked his cheek and went home.

















































(Sammy's POV)

'Fuck, this woman is going to be the death of me...!' I think as I walk over to Drew's office. I knocked on the door and Joey answered as usual. "Come in!" He answers and I walk in. "Drew, we have to talk." I say, getting to the point immediately...



~1100 words~


A/N: I'm sorry I'm going to end it here! This'll be a split chapter or else the word count will get too high! Hope you enjoyed this one, see ya later💕💕

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