Sammy in next chapter! song definitely not mine adkd

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"Hey kid, slow down. What are you saying?"

This was...well, at one point you determined that such an occurrence would have been straight out of a dream...back when you didn't have a job or bills that needed paying.

Now you were certain that you'd come back homeless and without a job. Goosebumps spread down your arms like a rash just to think of it.

"Listen, this may be a lot to take in...but I know what's going on."

Henry pinched his nose, inhaling through his mouth. You had to hand it to the guy; he was taking this better than you were.

"So...I'm a character in a video game. And you can only play through one loop?"

"That's right. Um, there's a lot of theories...and I'm sorry, did you just say one loop?"

He laughed, though there was no mirth behind it. "Thought you said you knew everything."

Frowning, you decided to throw darts to think. "Well, I kind of do. I know what to expect and what happens in this place. Back when I was really into this place, I'd develop the craziest theories about why you couldn't leave," you rambled, aimlessly throwing darts somewhat near the target. "Time loops were considered, but I think I moved on before seeing all of those theories."

"Okay, so you're in over your head, and you are terrible at darts. Anything else I should know?"

"Nobody's died as a result of my dart game! That's something."

"...You managed to hit everything in that area except for the target."

You rolled your eyes but took the darts out of the wall as you were supposed to. "Maybe I need to imagine hitting someone I despise..." you muttered. "That helped me with golf."

"Well, I hope you've got that figured out because we have to go. Since you know a lot about this place, want to split up to get the items?"

Diving across the room, you got to Joey Drew's book before Henry could go for it. "Let's make it a competition then!" You challenged. "I've already gotten ahead of you old man!"

"Call me an old man, will you?" Henry laughed, racing to get to the stairs. "I know this place like the back of my hand!"

You scrambled after him, but even with your temporary lead, Henry overtook you quickly. You both knew exactly what this was going to do...but you were never one to simply lie quietly. Why not have some fun, at least for the time being?

"Hey, kid. Are you sure you want to go through this with me? I mean...that hoodie looks nice. Wouldn't want it to get ruined."

This only got a shrug. "If it gets ink on it, and I can't get it out, I'll find a way to make it look cute. Besides, I'm trapped here now, remember?"

...that only weakened your resolve. You didn't belong in this world, not to mention the studio. Had Joey planned this? Was Billie in on it? Was there a way back home?

"Oh...Oh no. Henry, if I can't go back home I'm going to just...take a walk. In the snow."

"That's not going to happen, because you'll get home. I'm going to get everyone out, and now you fall under that category. Come on, kiddo. Let's go meet a series of bad life decisions together, alright?"

You bit back a groan. "This isn't going to be fun...at all."

"Not with that attitude!" He said cheerfully. "Come on, let's get it over with."

Now praying that Henry wouldn't start becoming more like a father figure than he was already (you didn't want him to spout all the good dad jokes before you did), there was nothing else for you to do.

"Can I check the door? I want to make sure I can't go back first. You know, spare the trouble?"

He nodded. "No need to ask me. Go ahead! If it works...well, it was nice to meet you."

"Oh no! I would never...okay maybe. I'll be right back!" You said, jogging to the exit. Henry watched until you were out of view before going to meet Bendy...and starting the worst or best cardio workout ever.

"Alright, front door time.." you sighed, rubbing the palms of your hand on your shirt. "Let's see if this works."

The wood groaned beneath your feet, but it was an old building, and you were supposed to fall so...you thought nothing of it. That is until heavy footsteps came closer and closer. The ink suddenly flooding the corridor gave you enough answers, but Henry was still maybe three feet away when the flooring gave out.

"Henry you son of a guuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuun!" You screeched, flailing in the air as you fell.
But the fall...didn't kill you. It should have. You weren't involved in any of this. But...well, guess this now confirmed it.

You wouldn't have been that mad about it if you had been able to keep the hoodie somewhat clean. As it was, you probably needed a new one as soon as possible. "Hey Henry!" you shouted. "You got two seconds to jump or I'm draining the ink and letting you take the consequences that would follow. I mean it!"

Just to emphasize your point, you sloshed as loudly as possible to the valve in the room.

Just as good that you did, for not a moment later did a splash sound out. "Wait let's..let's not do that."

You rolled your eyes and turned the valve. "Well, if you hadn't gone to see the demon without me, I wouldn't have considered such a threat."

"Well, do you know what's next?"

Of course. Sammy. "Don't...don't remind me. I am not looking forward to it."

"You could always wait in a miracle station. I don't mind coming back for you."

...Well, you had to be honest eventually.

"No, I'll be fine. I just have...the worst sense of humor. Like...well, you're gonna see eventually," you shrugged. "It's my defense mechanism."

"It's not...bad? Well, let's go meet the prophet then. Whenever you're ready."

You nodded, starting to go for a fist bump only to realize that it hadn't been invented yet. So a handshake instead. "I was born ready."

"I don't know what I did to warrant a punch but thank you for a handshake instead," he laughed.

"One of these days, I'm gonna show you a pretty nifty invention. It's gonna blow your mind."

"I'm trapped in a time loop with ink monsters trying to kill me. But hey, maybe the invention is...a...giant...fan."

"Oh come on! What would someone even do with that?"

He shrugged, picking up a couple of cans of bacon soup. "Maybe you could pretend to fly."

"Would be safer than jumping off the Eiffel Tower in a faulty parachute."

"Yeah...it would. Oh, look! We're in the music room. Let's get you a weapon and let's get some soup!"

Unless you felt like pelting enemies with soup cans...there weren't a lot of options to choose from. "You think I could find a piece of wood somewhere?" You asked.

It took far longer than expected; you hadn't realized how hard it was to find a piece of wood that Henry declared safe for you to use. Splinters would not be fun down here.

"Alright, are we done with our makeup? Come on, let's get ready to go."

"We're getting there, no worries. Just had to make sure you were prepared."

Now that you were armed, making it to the music room was a...creepy stroll in the studio.

"Okay, so how should we do this?" You asked. "Can you still run after the demon?"

He shrugged but went to the projector room. "Pretty sure this whole thing counts as a workout for me at this point. You know the order?"

Of course. You'd gone over it many times. Though the audio log changed each time- probably to keep players on their toes- you and Henry had listened to this one...a lot.

"Violin, drum, piano, trumpet, cello. I'll be quick."

So off you went, Henry up the stairs and you to the pit. As soon as the projector started rolling, you played the instruments and hoped Henry would make it.

He clambered down the stairs like a bat out of hell, arriving just as you played the final instrument, despite cringing at the horrid shriek.

"It's not so bad, I suppose," you told Henry as the door opened. "Perhaps one day, people will adore shrieking violins."

"That would be a truly tone-deaf world."

You shrugged in a "you'd be surprised" kind of way and continued walking. "So...when does mister music director definitely not cult leader show up?"

"Sheep...Sheep...it's time for sleep."

'Aha! I summoned him!' you thought even as darkness overtook you. At least you got a laugh.