OMG.
I must say, he's hot. Those electric blue eyes resembled mine, but with more fire. Cold blue fire. People usually say mine looked like if they are staring into one's soul. Perhaps piercing is the word for it? Sammy's wavy, shoulder length, dirty blonde hair complemented those eyes. But they closed, as he relished in the lighter side of this studio that became hellish after all those years, his pale complexion looked much warmer under the sepia toned light, as his fingers danced on the monochrome keys. His aura felt absolutely nothing like the frustrated and agitated man, who's sanity is on the brink of collapse due to all the constraint the untalented leader (Yes, I am talking about Joey Drew) bestowed upon him.
(A picrew I made: Sammy's human form in his work clothes)
If Allison is like an angel in Joey's eyes, Susie must be one in Sammy's eyes as well. But of course, I am only concerned about the happy ending of the latter.
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FanfictionAravis Sol, A.K.A. EnderStell, is a Panemstagram gamer and Bendy Fan who finds herself trapped in the depths of Joey Drew studios. She meets a certain music director, along with a twisted angel: The couple she ships. After a whisk to the past, the c...