Sent by Ink

First encounter

  "Ugh..." the first glimpse of this world to my eye is just a blur, until my gaze concentrated. I found myself laying flat in a room with a writing desk. I gingerly slid my finger on the smooth wooden floor...Wait. My floor isn't wooden! Nor was it painted in this sepia tone. Slowly sitting up, I observed around the room. Wait- is this some sort of VR experience? No. I whispered in my mind. "He will set us free" appeared again on the wall. Creepy huh. I walked towards the exit. Wait. That corridor looked familiar! I pinched myself hard. Ok, this is real. I somehow ended up in the world of BATIM. And this must be Sammy's Sanctuary. Going back to the desk, I saw there was a piece of sheet music sitting on there. Its title, sketchy and bold: The Lighter Side of Hell

   I decided to make the most out of this moment. So I started singing the notes on that music sheet. But I didn't have the chance to get to the climax of the song. I felt cold air behind me. And carefully turned around. Sure enough, it's Sammy Lawrence, the inky sheep fanatic prophet boi. He held a dust pan in one hand, read to slam. 

  "Don't you dare!" my catlike reflexes as a gamer saved me. I grabbed onto that dustpan as we had a tug off war. 

  "Give it back to me, you little sheep!" He shouted with his ASMR voice. 

  "If you want to knock me out with that pathetic excuse of a weapon then absolutely NOT!" I retorted, "And it will be a waste of that ASMR voice to shout, Sammy Lawrence!" Hearing his name, his movements suddenly went rigid, as he hesitated. And this gave me a chance to grab it and knock him out with that dustpan.  

  Now what? I observed his unconscious body. He wore suspenders and trousers of a warm white color, so somehow it was torn apart in the past? There's some sort of patching fabric covering the knee. I want to see what's behind that mask, so I lifted it. I don't know what should I say about this but...The face was featureless, but I always head-cannoned him to have golden eyes. But wait, he's unconscious. So it makes sense. And the shape of his body...No. I'm not being a creep here. But it's...it's so hot! If he was a normal human being, he'd be as hot as hell.

  Oh, this is much more fun than staring at his model in The Archives. I tried to discipline my overthinking mind. Let me find a mirror somewhere...I need to check if I look okay. I pulled out a few drawers, but found nothing but sheet music. And to this point, I realized that I really need to look at a mirror. My left arm and hand seemed to be coated with...or made of ink, my entire dress was covered in splatters of ink, my normal skin seemed to take on a sepia tone as well, and my boots did not evade that fate either. I need a mirror. I really need one.