Voices.
Henry ducked down, out of view of the office window when he heard them; And to think, he was just about to head over to pull the lever.
Eyeing the closed office door for just a moment, he sighed, before peeking out through the window and meeting a chilling sight.
Standing in the hall was Sammy Lawrence.
Doll in one hand, he stared directly towards the man, what little of the expression he could see an eerie calm.
However, in a stroke of luck, the prophet simply waved his hand for the puppet to follow, and the two left.
Henry had waited just a short few moments before hurrying to the pump control, gripping the lever tightly before slamming it down.
Walking slowly through the hall, axe at the ready, Henry entered the entrance of the department.
THUNK!
A hard blow to the head forced a strangled sound of surprise and pain from Henry's throat, sending him toppling to the floor.
Feeling the nudge of a foot rolling the man onto his back, Henry felt his vision blurring as he strained to remain conscious.
The sight of Sammy Lawrence standing over him was all he could process, blurring into nothing as the man crouched down to scoop him up and over his shoulder, all the while whispering something as if worried someone else would hear.
And the whisper, the last thing he heard, burned deep in Henry Stein's mind.
"Sheep, Sheep, Sheep, It's time for sleep."
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Showtime Showdown (Reversed Story, BATIM + SB)
RandomNOTE: BATIM Spoilers ahead! Showtime Showdown takes place in an Alternate Universe(AU) of BATIM+SDB; The events, characters, et cetera in this fic are NOT aligned entirely with either canon. When reading this fic, keep in mind things Will be differ...
