Touched By An Angel

Sammy's Message

*YOUR POV*

     I slowly opened my eyes and stood. I saw the axe I'd been wielding propped up against a coffin. Strange. Why were there coffins down here? I looked down at the floor. Well. That didn't seem good. There was a pentagram made of dried ink directly under my feet, candles on each point of the star. I stepped out of the circle and picked up the axe. I looked around. Two ways to go. Through a boarded up door in front of me or through a hallway behind me. I decided to go with the hallway first, but when I looked, the ceiling had collapsed in on it, leaving me no choice but to go through the door. I broke through the boards effortlessly with the axe, opened the door, and started walking. I'd never been in this part of the workshop before, and it had a spooky feel. I noticed a tape recorder sitting on a shelf, next to a mini Bendy cutout, a pentagram, and some candles. Lovely. I pressed play and recognized the voice of Sammy Lawrence instantly.
     "He appears from the shadows to rain his sweet blessings upon me. The figure of ink that shines in the darkness. I see you, my savior. I pray you hear me. Those old songs, yes, I still sing them. For I know you are coming to save me. And I will be swept into your final loving embrace. But, love requires sacrifice. Can I get an amen?" I shuddered at the thought of what that message could mean. A sacrifice? I turned in panic as a vaguely familiar voice echoed through the room.
     "I said, can I get an amen?" I looked around, but saw nobody there. Strange... That voice sounded just like Bendy. But why would Bendy be responding to a message from Sammy? Unless... I gripped the axe tighter as a chilling realization came to me. Bendy took over Sammy's body. Just like Alice took over Suzie's all those years ago. That meant... I needed to get out of here. Because they were coming for me next.