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Back To The Bustling Days Pt.5

   So, yeah. Sammy got sick. Why? From working so many hours and staying up in the middle of all those nights. He really needs someone like...Susie. But have they even met yet? I checked the calendar, but I really can't put my finger onto the exact date of Alice Angel's birth. The only way is to check Sammy's sheet music, I guess. There was this song called Lonely Angel, that piece from the ink realm? Is it here? I tiptoed to the side of the beige drawer, which was his personal one near his bed. And with a slight creak, I winced, but carefully searched through the sheets. Sammy went to the kitchen to get his breakfast despite being sick, because I failed to convince him to stay in bed. So I decided to simply mind my own business. 

    Nope, not the Boris one...not the Devil's Swing...The Lighter Side Of Hell? I would rather be in The Darker Side of Heaven. Then, this title with the word "Angel" caught my eye. I pulled that sheet out and scanned through the lyrics. Turns out, the song is called "I am Alice Angel". Yes. Susie Campbell is already hired and I don't have to fish her out through the crowd. 

    Wow. I can't believe the fact that Sammy actually has the energy to stand up, walk to the kitchen, get the breakfast, and sit at the table. Anyway, I've already knew what I had to know, so I shoved the music sheet back into the drawer. Perfect. But when Sammy was on his way back, I saw him collapse. So of course I rushed to his side. I guess that's his entire health bar for today, lol. Now, why does this feel so familiar? I remember knocking him out with a dustpan in the Ink Realm, and that already felt like months ago. Honestly, a part of me wanted to stay in this universe. And I don't know how to leave either. But my gaming career, my fans, my district...It's definitely impossible to become a gamer here, y'know. And what about the Ink Realm? I know we've only known each other for a few weeks, and it's a fricking horror game. 

    Anyway, I settled Sammy onto his bed, and that's when he woke up with a coughing fit. How come his hair is still sleek and in place? I really have a thing for cold and distant boys with long blonde hair...

    "W-what the hell..." He whispered in a wrecked voice, as if the normal speaking volume would give him a headache as he covered up himself with a thicker duvet. Despite his voice being wrecked from all that coughing, his voice is still ASMR somehow. 

    "You fainted just after you had breakfast, and I really can't just leave you laying there because it will just make the situation...worse." I stated the obvious. At first I wanted to say "it will just make the situation look cringe", but I really don't want to create a timeline confusion, or something like that. Nobody says cringe these days, so awkward things are just awkward, I guess. 

    "Not...possible. I can't be sick during this time...6 episodes needed a tune, and thanks to typical Joey planning..." He broke into a coughing fit again. I awkwardly patted on his back. And-Oh Sugar Honey Ice Tea...He's burning up. 

    "Yeah, I've seen you recording those audio logs of how 'Typical Joey Planning' is driving you insane. I mean, I can still tell...Jack, the lyricist? Or I can 'kick down Joey's door', since you've been planning to do that anyway?" The last part is probably just teasing. And I am starting to sound like the real Arlene. This is definitely how she will talk to Sammy. A sudden fear enveloped me. According to my cousin, Kalune, people can sometimes be possessed by two spirits. Usually one of them takes over. Is Arlene's spirit taking over me now? If I am Arlene now, where is Aravis? I wish I have my phone with me so I can just text Kalune about this situation. She will definitely be intrigued. 

    "Stop teasing me like this, Arlene. These stupid cartoon songs won't write themselves, you know. " He weakly reprimanded me. Honestly, Joey is such a terrible planner, from what I know. I guess, I will give him a call because yes, these stupid cartoon songs won't write themselves so those stupid kids can wait. 

    "I'm going to get the phone. Don't interrupt me, because there are certain things I would really like to say to Mr. Drew."