Aravis 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...
Anyway, I should go and check on Sammy now. He sat up in his bed, which I presume it's a good sign. After a glare from him, which pretty much screams being disturbed, I chose to leave him to his thoughts. and that's when I heard a knock on the door. I hope it's Susie I hope it's Susie I hope it's Susie...
I walked towards the door and turned over the smooth brass doorknob, locking my gaze with a woman with curled brunette hair and a beauty mark under one of her pure blue eyes. She's around Sammy's age I think, wearing a muted dark blue dress, with a simple square collar and small dark cherry red ruffles. She's giving me a alluring vibe, but with a hint of innocence. In short, I find her quite charming as well.
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The woman's raspberry tinted lips curled into an elegant smile.
"Hi, Arlene. Last Thursday, I remember Sammy telling me about this new piece of music he had to show me. I might as well come here today." She spoke as she removed her retro sort of hat. She seems to move with some sort of poised but innocent flair. Unfortunately, she might be unable to see Sammy's newest masterpiece today.
Just as I was wondering how should I answer her, I heard Sammy's voice creeping up behind me. I turned, seeing him in his casual attire instead of the sleep wear.
"Feel free to come in, Susie," he tried his best to conceal the lingering effects of the fever. But according to the rules of fanfiction, after a period of time, he will have no choice but to drop the act. I'd love to see a hurt/comfort fic play out in front of me, but again, I don't have my phone or laptop with me. But still, I'd say, respecting the timeline is a wise decision.
As they walked, I can't help but wonder, did Susie notice the subtle gasps escaping from Sammy, or did she notice how he wobbled slightly? If she touches his hand, will she feel the unnatural warmth that crept onto his face? At least I hope so, but I hope for the best. I know I look like a huge third wheel right now, but really, I don't mind.
"Oh, Sammy...I didn't realize you've just gotten up." Susie remarked at the unmade bed as I suppressed a smirk. Sammy's subtle feverish blush looked a bit more prominent now. And perhaps he noticed me smirking, he gave me a glare, but it's not as nearly as intimidating as the one from the studio last week.
"Never mind..." Sammy muttered under his breath as he quickly fixed the situation. But honestly, he's not someone who tosses and turns, despite his poor sleep quality. Anyway, the bed's been made. "My sheet music is stored in this cabinet near my bed, just give me a few seconds."
Sammy sorted through the neatly stacked pile, and pulled out a piece of sheet music. I peered at the title, and it says "All Eyes On Me". He handed it to Susie, and her eyes lit up with excitement. Her glance lingered on the notes for a moment, then out of the blue, she started singing the chorus.
Sammy was right. She does sound like an angel.
(All Eyes On Me, by OR30)
"But not anymore, I am in control,
I have the stage,
You can't turn the page,
Now all eyes on me,
All eyes on me.
And that's when Sammy collapsed. Again.
"Well, Susie, I guess Sammy couldn't stand your angelic aura..."
