Sammy Lawerence X reader [DISCONTINUED FOR CRINGE]

Depths

The stairs were blocked off 3 floors down.
Only one door was open, with another set of stairs, the studio seems to go deep as bedrock.
The door creaks open.
The floor in this room has multiple giant puddles of ink coating the floor.A couch was in the corner, right beside a 'miracle station'.
I then hear it.
A projector
An audio recording, pocket sized for convenience, how thoughtful.
Taking it out of the ink room I listen.

Two voices, ones I heard argue too often.

Voice of Sammy Lawerence:
She has to be down here somewhere!
This is the only place filled with ink!
Voice of Norman Polk:
Sammy, I'm not sure, we will find her down here, perhaps-
Sammy Lawerence:
No! I refuse to believe she's gone, she's too stubborn anyways!
Susie would at least put some semblance of fight before dying off!
Norman Polk:
What about Y/N?
Sammy Lawerence:
Don't say that name...it makes it easier to move on, we need to get the hell out of here!
*SCREECH*
Norman Polk:
RUN SAMMY I'LL HOLD IT OFF!
*SCREECH*
*Scrape*
*SLASH*

The tape ends here.

What happened to Norman?
I go back to the room to investigate, this place means something.
Searching the couches area I hear and see something that chills my dead soul.
A projector, and light in my direction.
I slowly turn around, and see a figure of ink, with a projector for a head.

*click click click whirr click click*
...
It doesn't speak.
"C-can you write that down?" I asked, I always had a notepad just in case, it declined, and sat down.
It seemed to speak in my head.
'Who are you?'
"Um... (Y/N)"
'It's me, Norman!'
"Wait, telepathy?"
'Yup,' he replies as the the room sat quiet only my voice and film rolling can be heard.
"So what the hell happened to Sammy?"
'He went insane, he worships bendy, and other lost workers follow his lead, this makes sure they don't go running into the clutches of Susie's psychotic experiments' he explained.
So we escaped my old boss, a cultist who worships bendy.
Nice.
Thirty minutes of conversation went by before I left, hopefully Henry is safe, and doesn't have to face Norman or Sammy.
It's bad enough the place is so much bigger then when I died, or was it always this big and I've never been anywhere.
Better get exploring, I live here now I guess.
A long hallway awaits me, locked offices,small break rooms.
There's a room with a couch at the end, assuming it's the break room, there's old food.
Old food, better than no food.

I feel a chill down my spine, a sicking voice behind me spoke.
"So we meet again, little sheep~"