Make Me a Monster [Bendy x Sammy Lawrence] [14+]

Chapter Eight

After that whole stimulating situation, Sammy retreated to his music room and sanctuary. Thst whole room was his sanctuary now. He took his violin and tried playing something on it, he wasn't satisfied. He tried playing Something nice on his piano, nothing worked. Then he picked up his banjo and tuned it accordingly. He leaned back in one of the foldable chairs in the auditorium. Well, whatever pitiful excuse the low budget gave him for the auditorium. He strummed a bit and stsrted plucking the chords for a sort of bass feel to it. It may have a little twinge to it, but he may have been able to recreate a song he remembered from his childhood. A lullaby he made into a song in the unreleased episode about Bendy learning about his family. He never forgot it, for his mother's would sing it to him.

"🎶Let's go in the garden, you'll find something waiting! Right there where you left it, lying upside down. When you finally find it, you'll see how it's faded. The underside is lighter when you turn it around. Everything stays, right where you left it. Everything stays, but it's still changing. Ever so slightly, daily and nightly. In little ways, everything stays.🎵"

Sammy just began to hum. There was only one verse to the song. It was meant to be an end credit song for the final reel. That episode was going to be the finale but Joey insisted that the cartoon keep going. That's must have been his downfall. Sammy kept humming the tune and playing on his banjo, using his musical genius to make it sound almost acoustic. If you really think about it, the song is just like his fate.

Everything stays justas you leave it, however it changes. Like the studio. It's still here, even after being abandoned due to budget and other shit. It's still here, yet it has changed so much. From his first memory here, it was newer and less decayed. Not a single much Ink was everywhere. Now look at him. Look st this place. The lights have almost completely gone off, the wood is decaying, and a considerable percentage of the floors are flooded with the life-giving ink that makes up his body.

Sometimes it's ironic how some situations fit so perfectly into a song.