Sent by Ink

Carrying

  Susie Angel lay on the wooden floor, unconscious. I turned to Sammy, who stated the obvious. "At least you did not kill her." I mused. "I knew you two have quite a complicated relationship these days." Sammy looked down at the unconscious angel. 

"What are you talking about, honored guest?"I can tasted the sour sarcasm in his voice. I still remember the lore but I'm really just a bit rusty at playing this. 

"Well, if you want to keep your romance a secret, don't scatter those cassettes all over this place!" I retorted with the same flair. 

  I wrapped an arm around Susie, and her arm behind my neck, gingerly carrying her. She's taller than I am, and it's kinda difficult for me to carry her, but I don't want to leave her alone. I don't feel safe here, and it will be worth it to have another ally. But I'll admit, the main reason is that I want to ship the two together, and see them spend some quality time. Although I sometimes feel butterflies in my stomach when I interact with Sammy, and my bangs kept my blush hidden, still, I'd only consider him as someone different from a crush. Sammy is kinda like an older brother like figure to me. The truth is, he really reminds me of my late brother somehow. 

  It's really hard for me to keep up with Sammy because I'm half-carrying Susie Angel. He turned around. "Why are you carrying...her?" He asked with slight disdain. "She could be a potential ally." I replied. Perhaps Sammy did not want to wait for me to catch up. I hear him sigh, and picked Susie up, bridal style. I do want to make more of the story between them... 

  We managed to reach the infirmary, and there was another ink stained sign. "Not sick, not paid." And the faking ones will be docked a week of wages. Remembering his audio logs, I attempted to ask Sammy if he's ever ended up in the infirmary before, but my questions can wait. I know that he somehow reminds me of my older brother, but perhaps he treats me that way because of my identity as a guest, invited by the ink demon himself. And of course, that was a lie. A white, but flat-out lie. My pen broke, and the amount of ink drowned me. That's how I got here. That's the true story. 

  "Sammy, have you ever been to the infirmary before?" The question slipped out of my mouth, but it's not like I was unprepared. "If you must know, honored guest... I have been here many times. I only remember collapsing, and people fretting over."

  We settled Susie on one of the beds, the Sammy left the room immediately. Aww. He's shy, I can tell. I see him kneeling before a Bendy cutout, diligently pouring the offerings and lighting candles. Then he pulled out this pail of ink, and wrote: 

  "He will set us free."

Ah yes, another one of those classic deranged phrases.