My Perfect Goddess (Sammy Lawrence x FemReader)

Chapter 1: The Fallen Angel

The art studio was a musky, dark, and as far as you could tell desolate place. It was the perfect location for a bored and lonesome woman.

Luckily you brought a light and a pocket knife just in case as you wondered around. While you walked around you observed the posters, work desks, and other various objects scattered amongst the place. For a building that has been abandoned for roughly 40 years it was in pretty good shape other than the ink and slightly rotted boards.

After a while the woman wandered her way through the various hallways making it to a room titled "Ink Machine". Once you stepped over the pipe and made it in you saw why it was titled that. "Huh, well that's self explanatory," you commented towards the huge ink machine that was being hung by chains. As you gazed at it you saw that it needed power cores of sorts so you grabbed them out of the box and shelf. Afterwhich you walts around finding the pump swich and podiums. Putting two and two together you ran around finding all of the necessary items and flipping the switches you headed back to see what happened. Once there you found it boarded up so you obviously walked up to it to get a closer look but got the soul knocked out of you instead by a giant inky demon.

Once you realized what was going on you got up to run, but tripped on that damn pipe, quickly recovering, you booked it for the exit. There it was, right infront of your face, the only way out, you could taste freedom, until you heard the dreaded noise of rotten planks snapping as you descended down about two floors hitting your head on the ground being knocked out cold.

You awoke with a jolt quickly regretting it as your head was throbbing but you persevered. Draining the stairways, which you almost drowned in the process of doing with the last one since you're only 5'0 (if not just ignore that whole part and any other height related parts). "Ooo an axe, I always wanted one!," said the woman who was thrilled to get a bigger weapon than a pocket knife. While chopping down the planks covering the door way you felt a sense you had eyes following you which didn't help with the sudden abundance of Bendy cuttouts but simply blamed it on that and continued not knowing what lied ahead.

As you were walking around you would play the scattered about tapes that were there seeing as you were curious about the history since well, it looks like your gonna be here a while and appreciate animation. You made it to this room with a good bit and Bacon Soup and another recording which you played. On the other side was an attractive but psychotic voice with the title Sammy Lawrence written on the tape who was talking about his lord and sacrifices. "Amen?," you stated which was followed by a louder "I said, can I get an amen?" You spun around since it sounded like it was right behind you and was that same voice from the tape but saw nothing.

After that VERY alarming situation there was yet another inky hallway which by the way not a lot of ink is really sticking to you being a pleasant surprise. While making your way across you saw a figure with another cutout walking past whispering something about sheep's. "Hey! Hey you there, can you help me please?" But he continued on like it was nothing. "Rude," you stated. When you made it to the other side there was nothing there as if he disappeared. "Ummm, that's not normal but whatever. Looks like I have to flip some switches to open this door," wow Einstein that's crazy. After trekking some more you finally opened it and made it to a room being greeted with a big old sign titled "Music Department".