BATIM x reader oneshots (discontinued)

Angry! Sammy Lawrence x reader

"Betrayed... abandoned!!!"
You quickly backed up as a familiar face burst out from a previously boarded up door.

"I trusted you!"
His voice was distorted. He ran at you, wielding his axe aggressively. "I gave you everything, and you left mE TO ROT!!!"

"Sammy, wait, I tri-"
You were cut off. You had to dodge.

Sam swung the axe violently, just barely missing you every time. Holding up your pipe, you hit him. Then you hit him again. And then again.

Suddenly, you hit his mask. It flew off, and he cried out.
"DON'T LOOK AT ME!!" he shrieked, desperately backing up as he held his hands to his face. He hunched over, looking utterly... defeated.

You stepped closer. "S-... Sammy? Are you ok-"
An inky hand gripped your throat, lifting you above the ground. You gasped, scratching desperately to try and get away.
"S-Saammyy, I- I-"

"You lied to me," he seethed. "You... you said I'd be free!!"
A hurt laugh came from him. "Well, I'm going to free you now..."

He slammed you into the ground, a yelp escaping you as you gasped. You could breathe again.

"... free your head right off yOUR SHOULDERS, (Y/N)!!!!!" he shrieked, raising his axe.

You tried to wiggle away desperately. "Sa-Sammy, I'm trying!" you sobbed. "I'm trying to free you- I'm trying to free you all, Sammy, please!!"

He hesitated. He listened to your desperate voice as you continued begging- stared with his nonexistent eyes into your own.
You were just scared. A scared (man/woman) trying to escape.

Trying to get free, just like him.

The axe clattered to the ground as he kneeled down beside you. "I..."
You leaned your head back against the floor, sobbing. "Sammy, I'm so sorry," you cried, "I never meant to leave you here alone, I..."

Your eyes blinked open to see his face right in front of yours. He gently cupped your face in his hands.

"Promise that you won't leave me when you're free," he whispered, gently pressing his forehead against your own. "I... I don't want to be alone..."

You reached up with shaky hands, cupping his face in your own hands.
"I... I promise," you whispered back, smiling softly. "I could never leave you..."

You could tell that the ink man didn't want to move. But he stood up from his position straddling you, carefully helping you up.

"... lead the way, dear sheep."