#batim chapter 5

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[insane-control-room]

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Base Game - during chapter 5 Rated: G Warnings: desire for violence, emotional instability, loss of faith AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/58558189 Length: 500

The rage fueled his return. Like a monster gripping onto their life by sheer force of anger, he rose from the ink like a shark torpedoing out from water, launching forward with bared teeth and lurching limbs flailing. He tore himself out of the dark puddles, furious and reckless. 

That fury propelled him further, drove him to find one of the fire axes around the studio, and replace his face. After applying the appropriate markings, he donned it, and his hand, still tremoring with hate and anger, clenched the ax tighter. 

He was going to find that insolent, mocking thing, and cut its face off. If it believed itself to be such a perfect model of his Lord, then why not wear that as his mask? The rage within his heart quelled for a moment at the thought of such righteous violence, letting him ease the shaking of his hands around the ax. A weapon of great power… yes, it would do nicely. How he yearned to sink it into the rotten heart of that imposter. 

Patience, Sammy. You will receive your moment. For you are loyal, and that shambling horror that the imposter turned into will face its due. 

Sammy waited. He peered through the hammered, wooden planks holding him within the confessional of his own making. He had instructed his flock to entomb him within, so that he may dwell on his mistake and find penance in the Holy of Holies. 

While there, he sharpened his ax, cut his fingers on its blade and let His blessing heal him, over and over. Those searchers and the butchers, he could not comprehend how they hated the immortality that their Master had bestowed upon them, begging and pleading to be struck out and utterly erased. 

Never. Never for him, the Prophet of the Demon. 

He would come back to fulfill his mission. 

And now, he was filled with purpose. Yes, yes, this must be why His Master was dissatisfied with him. He did not want the Copy as an offering, no, not alive. He wanted it slaughtered. Or maybe….

Sammy shuddered at the heretical thoughts that conflated his mind. His hand clenched the ax harder. 

Or maybe what Sammy believed to be an idol, a false god, was the true one, and the one he followed was trying to keep Sammy from discovering his folly. 

He clutched at his mask, trying to make sense of things. 

A growl built in his throat. He could see a boat in the distance, the silhouette of the Copy. 

Sammy knew one thing was true - regardless of what was the true reality, he would destroy it; destroy it for tearing away his sure footing, leaving him betrayed and abandoned. 

He would rip that smile off its face. Cut it off. The face. 

And wear it. 

His Master would be pleased. 

He would become the copy; and remove the one that did not follow the Demon. 

After all, imitation is the best form of flattery. 

[lost-harbour]

also I did name this account and all of my online presence after the lost harbour location in batim

sammy lawrence chapter 5 fight just hit too hard

[saltibois]

Batim art from senior year hs art class, 2019.

we were allowed to choose our own projects, so i chose my hyperfixation at the time.

This specific bendy design belongs to @squigglydigg

I'm not sure what happened to their tumblr tho, comic dubs or their works still exist on yt at least.

[inkynightmaresau]

BETRAYED! ABANDONED!

i..i dont think this counts as a doodle anymore

[the-ink-that-drips]

Sammy was rushed because- I honestly don’t like Sammy and don’t enjoy drawing him. He’s too bland as a character design. :>. Sorry lol but yea- :>

[horror-theorist]

Something about you (BATIM/BATDR)

Something about you feels familiar

Is it that look in your eyes?

That gleam and shimmer

That smile on your face

One of hope and light

A smile I've seen on so many nights

When it was just me and you and a hole in my heart

Longing for a memory, of something so far

A memory of laughter, one of dancing and fun

You called out my name

And it felt so close

"Tom", you called me

I think I like it

You told me you were far from an angel

I disagree, you're the closest I've seen

A beacon, a light, I just hope you see

The kind of things you did to me

You made me better

And I thank you for that

You saw something in me

I didn't know I had

I remember a night, almost just like this

Me and you, alone with the silence

You told me you loved me

and I love you too

I wish you remembered

How hard I fell for you

[doodlingant]

HELLO I HAS FINISHED THIS OKAY CYA *vanishes*