This is based off of an ask blog I am running on Tumblr where Sammy somehow became a child ( @ask-child-sammy) ...

Sammy had been wandering around the studio, trying to find something or someone to cure his boredom, but it seemed like the entire studio was empty. Like an abandoned wasteland.  He soon got tired of walking and stood still, waiting. Someone was sure to be around somewhere. Somebody would turn up soon, but no one did. He was alone.

It seemed like forever had passed when suddenly  floors had started flooding with ink, soon creating a deep dark pit. He tried to get away from the darkness when suddenly, something grabbed him and started to pull him in. He panicked and tried to grab onto something to keep himself from falling into the depths, but there was nothing, soon plunging into the murky, black sea below. He felt vulnerable as the void consumed him quickly.Too dark...

 As he descended, he could hear every little noise getting louder and louder until they were all booming in his ears. It was too loud, too dark and he was alone. All he could feel was fear as his breathing got heavier and heavier, almost stopping and then… he woke up.