Cult Guy!

Aka 1450 words of reader being a little piece of work.

We'll see more of Sammy later on, I just didn't think it was reasonable for him to start tagging along right away.

also also, I couldn't not use this song for him addlwefe.d

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Oh...wow you were sore. The rough wood behind you wasn't a five-star bed by any means, plus you were tied up. Groggily, you slowly lifted your head to look around the room...only to notice that you were most definitely not in the room that Henry gets sacrificed in.

    Glancing around as much as you were able, you saw a cot against the opposite wall...where the prophet sat, watching you intently (or maybe he was snoozing. You weren't gonna judge).

   "So, bed first, or is dinner an option?" You asked with a chuckle. "Didn't think you got that attached to your sheep."

"I knew you were a curious one," he groaned. "Do not speak of your prophet in such ways, sheep."

   You quirked an eyebrow. "Or what? You'll find a way to shut me up?"

  "What are you? A witch? A wicked wolf trying to desecrate my flock?"

   "That doesn't sound half bad not gonna lie. I was getting bored. Too bad I didn't think of that."

   The prophet got up and crossed the room to you. "I have no qualms with gifting you to our savior. But my flock have been listening. You say you're from another life. So you will answer my questions."

   You...had read way too many fanfictions. "Oh, and you'll leave my friend to die. Tough decision...no." You said, turning your head with a 'humph' for emphasis.

  "You think I'm truly so desperate for answers?" He almost laughed. Wow, it kind of reminded you of your job.

  "You think you're the first person to threaten me?"

   "You must be sorely mistaken if you think this is me threatening you."

  "All in the body language mister. Where's...oh shoot what's his name.." you trailed off grumbling, you had just met the guy!

   The prophet... well he'd probably not think of the whole memory leaves when you cross a threshold.

   "It appears we're too late. You've already been infected with the ink. Not to worry, little sheep. I can take care of you."

    You shook your head. "Nope! Crossed a threshold and my brain forgot. Plus you did knock me out. That does not mix! Did you even consider the possibility of amnesia? At which point just say goodbye to getting answers by the way."

    "How do you know?"

   "That's not relevant. What do you want me to tell you?"

     "I want to know if the lord accepts my offering. If my promises have been for naught."

     You gulped and made a choked laugh. "I...I mean you sure? Did you...I don't know. Are you sure?"

   "Yes!" You jumped, cringing away from him as he shouted. "I must know. Tell me everything. If you leave anything out...I'm going to take your heart for myself.

    Because of your intense avoidance of being dead, the truth was shared...mostly. You left out minor details; like the life you led before coming to the studio.

   "Thank you, little sheep." He said though it was a lot more subdued. Guess he was in shock that his sacrifice wouldn't work.

   "But it's time to sleep," he finished, knocking you out with another blow to the head.

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    This was odd. Normally after getting knocked out by Sammy, he got a religious monologue he'd started dozing off too. But this time he was just alone.

   "Is...oh, shoot!" He wiggled his hands around, trying to find the knot in the ropes. He wasn't alone in this loop. Where was that kid? "Hang on kid...I'll get to you as soon as possible."

  But the ropes were tight; as usual. It would be a while before he could find the knot. Hopefully, it wouldn't be too late.

"You knocked me out again?! Does the phrase 'brain trauma' mean absolutely nothing for you?!"

   That was you. Well enough to banter. He chuckled, wondering what the prophet had done to get you so riled up. 

   "Merely so you wouldn't struggle, goat. Stop struggling or things will become so much worse."

  "Oh, so I'm a goat now? What happened to you calling me a lamb?"

   "You're as stubborn as one," the prophet hissed, and Henry did his best to cover a snicker with a cough as the prophet led you in, wrists bound with ropes.

   You said nothing but glared at the prophet as he tied the rope to your wrists to another pillar in the room.

As soon as he stepped away from you, though, you relaxed your arms- Henry wasn't sure how the prophet hadn't even noticed that- and the ropes tying your wrists together were easier to slip out of.

  "Could you not have waited until I at least stepped out of the room?"

  "No, I didn't feel like it. Are you gonna sacrifice me now?"

  "Are you so eager to let me die?"

   "Can...sorry for interrupting, but what's going on with you two?"

   You glanced at Henry and shrugged. "This loser threatened me if I didn't tell him the truth so I did."

   "Oh. Makes sense," Henry chuckled. "So what's the game plan here?"
 
   "Well, not dying would be great. I'd love to do that."

   Henry laughed and agreed.

"That is not something you can decide, sheep. I will sacrifice you to the ink demon."

   "Hush, hush. The adults are talking."

   "I'm older than you!"

   You blew a raspberry in his direction and went to untie Henry. "Doesn't matter, I'm the one being reasonable. Now then, Henry and I will be out of your hair momentarily. You could come if the prospect of not dying appeals to you."

   "I am going to worship my Lord. However...if you can do something miraculous I will be watching."

   You nodded, and though you'd given up on trying to untie Henry, there was an axe available. So you cut away at the remaining ropes with Henry's axe.

    "Thanks, kiddo. That was way better than almost getting sacrificed," Henry chuckled. "So are we ready to go?"

   You nodded and gave Henry back his weapon when he was able to grab it. "Yup, let's get out of here."

   The prophet glared daggers into your soul, despite the mask he was wearing. "And I am to let two wolves in sheep's clothing terrorize my flock?"

  You pulled the hood of your hoodie over your head, the antenna dripping ink still. "Life's no fun without a good scare now and then!"

   The two of them tilted their heads at what you said, and you were down for the count because of their synchronization.

   No, you were just unable to breathe. Holding your stomach, you could only release giggle after giggle, crying from the utter ridiculousness of the situation.

  "Don't die on me kid!" Henry said, kneeling by your side in a flash. "What's got you laughing so hard?"

   You stopped laughing long enough to look at him and respond with "nothing, nothing at all," before going right back into a fit of giggles.

  "...the sheep is not well. Why do you insist on pressing onward?" The prophet inquired.

   "M' fine!" You waved. "Just stupid fit."

   "I'm looking for a friend. You can come with us or just hang out here," Henry shrugged Turning to you, he offered a hand and said, "well, kiddo, need me to help you up?"

   You nodded furiously, not trusting your voice. Grabbing Henry's outstretched hand, he pulled you to your feet.

   "Okay, let's not have a repeat of that. I can see why you said you were nervous about meeting Sammy," he chuckled.

  You did too but paused when you realized that Henry said the prophet's name. Of course, you forgot that detail.

   "Sammy? There is no Sammy here," the prophet said. "Now, I'll allow you to leave with your souls intact. But touch one member of my flock with that axe at your own peril."

   He meant the threat. Most of your mind was rational enough to be terrified, while the other insane portion of you just thought it was better than being asked to get a manager over items that were out of stock.

    "How can we know they won't attack us?"

   "They're not that fast."

  ...You looked at Henry, asking him telepathically (or trying to) if you could throw the axe at him.

   "So, more cardio. It'll be tougher, but...we'll do our best," he nodded, waving to the prophet, yet the gesture was ignored.

    The prophet stepped into a different room and opened a hallway door. Typically at this point in time Bendy would have been chasing you like you just ate the last cookie, but not today.

   With Henry leading the way, the two of you made your way further into the cursed studio.

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Sammy: no hurting lost ones.

Henry: what if they attack first?

Sammy: SPEED. RUN.

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