Sent by Ink

Back to the Bustling Days Pt.2

"Dude, just chill!" 

  I almost fumbled over my words, and tried to put out the cold blue flames in his eyes. Yup, just like what the nurse said, Sammy is indeed extremely protective of me. And as he said before, I probably disrupted his well deserved break. But come on...I've just transitioned into this new body, and I have no idea what happened. But in fanfiction, fainting is a common thing, am I right? 

  "Another accident. Just what I needed." his ASMR voice dripped with heavy sarcasm. "Was the ink pipe not enough?" He rolled his eyes. 

  "Bro, aren't you going to ask me if I'm alright?" I can't help but let out an exasperated sigh. Seriously, this dude sure is protective of me, but he's not much of a softie, unlike Kalune's brother. And he sure has a hard time trying to admit he cares about someone. Okay, is it a weird time to admit the fact that an angry Sammy Lawrence can be kinda cute? 

  "FINE." Wow, it felt like if he's trying so hard to spit out those words. Geez. And yes, he asked me if I'm alright, which I am. And after one whole minute of intense glaring, he led me into his sanctuary. That place looked almost just like its counterpart in the game! I guess he still kept it intact in order to dedicate songs to the Ink Demon. 

  "I need a break." The electric blue fire in his eyes grew dim. And that is when I saw the dark circles under his eyes, clashing with his pale skin. This is the only imperfection on his face.

  I honestly have no idea of why he wants to take me into his sanctuary. As he sat down in front of his piano, I felt something in my pocket, and reached in to discover my...ID card? It's rather simple, just a slip of card paper or something. 

  It says:

                   Arlene Lawrence 

                  Birthday: December 6th 

                  Department: Art Department

                 Occupation: Artist and Merchandise Designer 

  Cool. So basically I draw and make merch. That explains the ink stains on my outfit, as they look rather intentionally designed. And since Sammy seemed to be 24, I think I am 22 or something, judging my reflection previously? I am literally a 15 years old teen stuck in a 22 years old lady's body.  

  I heard a soft melody playing. It came from the piano, as Sammy sat in front of it, playing. His pale and slender fingers worked with such passion and enthusiasm, pressing and gliding onto the black and white keys like a certain figure frozen in time...I saw my brother. Yes, my brother looked exactly like him. The illusion of my brother and Sammy playing the piano right in front of me seemed to collide...I felt a burning sensation, like if lightning striked upon me. I griped onto the wall for support, as the melody soothed my tense nerves. 

  I walked up to take a better look at the piece of sheet music. On its pale yellow surface, I saw the bold, sketchy writings of its title: The Lighter Side Of Hell. It's the piece of sheet music I discovered when I first entered Sammy's Sanctuary in the Ink Realm! But the paper did not look as old as before. 

  He seemed to lose himself in music in his alone times, I observed. When he plays, all his frustration toward the mishaps, all the agitation...Seemed to vanish, leaving...An undeniably hot man who is my brother here and resembles my late brother too. Oh, my mind just wandered a bit there, lol.