Batim Oneshots/Short Stories

Sammy x Reader: Noted

Note: This one is a bit old too, so I apologize for any spelling or grammar issues, feel free to let me know if you see any ^^
Also, in this one the reader can change their ink to appear as different toons/people/ink creatures :)

Art Credit: PopAnimals on DeviantArt

The ink was always something valuable down in the studio, and you knew that. Whether it was valuable in what was seen as "good" or "bad" seemed harder to tell. There could be thousands of different kinds of ink, all with slightly different abilities that brought the studio to life. A demon swept his ink along every hall like a king, but an angel devoured hers as if she planned to become a god. Almost half of the creatures had two minds resting in them, with one, at least one, leaking ink. The choices seemed to be between bad or worse almost everywhere.

Almost everywhere. Through all the loops swinging around, there was always someone that stood out to you. Even his form was unique. Sammy Lawrence. The best person... inky man... creature... that you'd met down there. He'd been the one to show you almost every place in the studio, including The Archives, where you'd recently made a discovery.

Bendy had deemed it as toon logic, and Alice dismissed it as a miracle she refused to believe in, but there was a book you'd found there that was changing up a lot of usual scenarios. One with dripping golden ink on the front cover and contained theories on removing ink, along with dozens of papers and various documents. Each had something to do with the studio in its earlier days.

Sammy's old sheet music, Henry's drawings made with perfectly pure and "normal" ink that never moved, notes Susie had sent to various workers (especially Sammy). Blueprints that Gent had for the ink printers, a wedding invitation from Allison and Tom. Even simple recipes that were used for different styles of Bacon Soup over time.

All of these had at least one speck of golden ink on them, and they triggered memories long forgotten and dropped by time. It was working for Sammy at least.

He'd been gaining himself more every day and had been acting less... obsessed. You were also pretty convinced Bendy had been improving by secretly looking at everything in the book, but you didn't wanna ask. Susie also came down to read it sometimes, when she could fully take control over Alice's head. Then the Lost Ones started showing interest too.

It was beautiful seeing them all start to understand, or at least show a part of them that tried. You personally didn't know much about yourself other than that you had your own special ink that could change forms if you focused enough. But maybe if you looked even more than the others did you could feel the joy of remembering things you hadn't known were missing. Everyone was being changed by the book, why shouldn't you?

It was almost like the author of the book, "A," had given the studio a gift.

But the downside to this was that they were all recalling things they might've not wanted to know before. How each of their past selves... transformed for example. Everything that seemed certain was now put on trial. The very culture the studio evolved into, relationships, beliefs, emotions, even things as simple as words. A complete fight of two existences.

What Sammy had been questioning was his emotion. That wasn't a surprise of course, for as long as you had known the former music director he showed he had a fragile mind and way of processing things. Something that definitely contributed to the insanity that was still clinging onto him slightly but probably helped him become a better musician.

Why was his emotion being questioned though? You'd looked closer and found out that it was about Susie... Alice... Susie? What was curtained behind that angel anyway. From what he was finding out it appeared as though he and Susie Campbell used to be close. Really close. And since he wasn't a "cartoon" character come to life these were definitely things that really happened. That he smiled and told you about.