Sammy Lawrence's Point Of View
I gathered up the supplies needed for the ritual as Savoir would return back to me. I wanted to make sure he had a welcome home suprise. Two perfect little sheep. Just for him. I flipped through the pages in the book, while pouring ink into the pentagram. Throw in something that resembles the character. I tossed a cardboard cutout of Savoir into the growing puddle. I noticed one of my sheep beginning to squirm out of it's place. I picked up the axe and turned to face the sheep. "Shush now.....it'll be over soon.......shush..." I wanted to wait for Savoir's arrival.
I set the book down on the floor and picked up my banjo. I played a few chords then got into the tune.
Welcome to the show,
Isn't it swell?
Don't mind the smell,
You'll get used to it soon.
Here is where we dwell,
Here is where he can help.
Our horrid bodies,
Won't last for long.
Our deformites will help us.
Now,
It's time to believe.
That,
He will set us free.
He will answer our prayers.
For he,
Is Savoir.
It's time to believe,
That,
He will set us free.
I danced around the pentagram as I began to read from the book.
Doo, da, doo, da, da, doo!
All those somber melodies might as well help us remember.
To the tune of the dancing, smiling demon,
Opens the gates of hell!
Doo, da, doo, da, da, doo!
It's time to believe,
That,
He will set us free.
The walls help tell most of the stories.
He will set us free,
From these horrid bodies of ink!
Here I bring you these tender sheep.
He will answer our prayers,
For he,
Is Savoir!
Savoir,
Savoir,
We are ones to wish to please you!
Just sit back,
Relax!
It's time to believe,
That,
He will set us free!
Savoir.
Savoir.
It's time to believe,
That,
He will set us free!
I tapped my foot to the sound as the ink began to morph. I grew excited as I began to play one of the old songs. I heard one of the sheep begin to cry. But I couldn't stop now. The crying didn't even become no louder. "I-I-I hate you so-so much you-you goddamn devil!" The h/c fe/male sheep stuttered through whimpers. I didn't feel no pity for the little sheep. But s/he made me angry. "Halt your tounge!" I yelled. The sheep looked at me with tears in her/his eyes. "Just go on! Go on! He might as well be pissed!" The fe/male sheep yelled. I slapped the sheep as the other sheep yelled at me. "Don't hit Y/n! I can only do that bitch!" The female kicked me in the leg but no pain. These sheep are being very difficult. I heard a low growl and turned around to see horns forming. I got onto my knees and read the words from the book.
Finally, I would be set free! The height grew more and more. I saw a bowl roll toward a lit candle but I didn't pay no mind. Until, the candle tipped, lighting the ink on fire. I jumped back as the ink demon caught on fire, hissing in pain. Worry filled my body as my only chance of freedom had been destroyed. Rage filled my body as I turned back to the two sheep. I grabbed the axe as my patience had finally been tested. I raised the axe high above my head and aimed at them in the worst way possible. I hit where the ropes had become untied upon impact. The two sheep ran past me and into the dark hallways. I decided to hunt them down to capture them once again. "Sheep, sheep, sheep!" I called for them but they hid. I needed them.
I wanted them. Savoir wouldn't help me if I didn't have them. "It's for better or worse!" I yelled. "Sheep, sheep, sheep! Sheep, sheep, sheep!" I yelled. No response. If they don't come out willing, then it'll be fun. I began to hit every door with the axe to make sure they weren't hiding in plain sight. "Sheep, sheep, sheep!" I called. The axe dragged along as I slammed open the door to my sancuarty. I saw them both, huddling in a corner. They shouldn't have a fate like this! "There.....you.......are!" I roared. I stepped toward them when one of the sheep pulled out the same black can. She sprayed me in the face with a wet substance. "Oh, so it doesn't work on ink.........shiiiiiiiiiiiiiit." The sheep said. I grabbed her wrist as her other friend got up to run past me.
I couldn't reach her as the axe occuiped my other hand. "Run Y/n! Run! Run to safety!" The blonde screamed. I dragged the blonde down to where I could keep her good and safe without escape.
One down, one to go.
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Symbols In The Basement
ParanormalYandere! Sammy Lawrence X Reader SEQUEL TO All Evil Things. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ After the indicent a few years back, Y/n has decided to go back to where it happened. Y/n, now being the responsible adult that s/he had become, went down to investiga...
