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“There you are!”

The Demon let out a loud annoyed growl, still fixing the ink slowly dripping down his forehead.

“Imbeciles are taintin’ th’ halls, that’s what’s goin’ on!” 

That’s vague enough. He didn’t need to infodump the prophet, now. He already threw too much weaknesses to way too many people in the Studio, lately.

“‘N I-- I need to cool down.”

“I need ya to do one thing fo' me.”

[angelicvxice]

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“...well, would you look at what the cat dragged in...”

Sammy barely stepped inside Level Nine and the Angel already discovered him. If by any chance that was a silly way to spy on her, or if he was sent by his sorry excuse of a Savior, well...

That went quite poorly.

‘Alice’ gave a quick look to the pianist, her face completely expressionless as she stood in front of him, nothing but the stairs dividing them. After all, her and Bendy have a deal - and she knows well that sorry excuse of a Prophet would never dare to go against his Lord’s orders and attack her.

“Do not waste my time any longer, Lawrence. What do you want.”

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“SAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-”

--oh. There he is. 

“Bout damn time Samsam.” the Demon sighs, giving him a little pat on the leg “I was lookin fo’ ya. I asked ya to check th’ surroundings to make sure nothing or no one entered th’ Studio, right?”

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“Oi.”

“Stop harassin’ my fuckin’ prophet ya animals.”

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“Murder Him My Man.”

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“I asked ya one thing, Sammy.”

“I thought ya would have no problem followin’ th’ fuckin’ orders!” the Ink Demon roared, slamming his hand close to the trembling prophet.Poor man… he could barely speak up, seeing his Lord so angry.

No… disappointed is the right word.Seeing another Boris benig thrown in her torture room seemed to give a reaction worse than usual, considering how much Bendy kept repeating the importance of keeping that version of the wolf out of trouble.It didn’t matter how much Sammy kept muttering about how it was Boris’ fault for sneaking out while he was making the sermon, nor how he did his best - that wasn’t enough.

At the end of the day another Boris was gone, and Bendy sure couldn’t take his anger on Alice. 

“Stand.”

A simple word, dripping with anger, left the Demon’s mouth. Sammy seemed confused by that order - usually, his Lord told him to stay down, to kneel before him - but didn’t try to complain or wonder why he was asked such a unique thing.He acted properly - he stood, staying still on the spot, even stopping breathing in a desperate addempt to keep in any whine, or stop himself from trembling so much.

But to be fair… he knew well he wouldn’t have to worry about neither of those problems very soon.He failed his Lord, after all, and he knew well that he was going to be punished.

Bendy didn’t have more time to waste, and all those crying over the spilled milk was doing nothing but getting more and more on his nerves - and that’s why he didn’t wait a second, as soon as the prophet stood up, before lunging towards him, claws digging in his chest and choking the scream of pain of the man.He watched as the other’s hands, by instinct, tried to reach for his own, simply forcing themselves to get back torturing one another, grabbing eachother as he started muttering his prayers.He could hear nothing but a weak plead for forgiveness before his claws closed, stopping Sammy’s words but a moment before he could finish that line, and pulled out, leaving nothing but a tiny, bloody blob of ink in his hand as he let the prophet fall backwards.

Looking at him from above as life left Sammy with nothing but one last, trembling breathe before he could drown in the black liquid slowly leaving his mouth and his newfound wound on his chest.

[angelicvxice]

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Yeah, that was... quite a day for everyone, in the Studio. Maybe it was just a weird feeling, but Joey surely seemed to get upset at nothing - or, well, more than usual, at least. Wherever he went to check out how everyone was doing, he ended up leaving a scene more similar to a storm than a simple control; Susie forgot how many people ended up quietly insulting their boss, holding back tears or being forced away from whatever they were working on to avoid ripping everything.

Sammy seemed to have gotten the worst out of Drew’s bad mood. Everyone could hear the two of them scream at eachother anywhere in the Studio, enough to make someone even straight up wonder if they were going to ‘take it outside’, so to say.

Susie hated to admit it, but she genuinely thought she’d end up finding Sammy with a black eye, at least. She waited a little to try and sneak in the music department, mostly to make sure Joey was busy doing anything but checking on them and to make some of the pianist’s anger boil off before joining him.

Thankfully he seemed  to appreciate her sudden appearence - and in return, she couldn’t refrain a big grin as well, followed by a tiny chuckle as soon as he gave her that kiss, as if she wasn’t used just yet to his kindness .

“...could be better.” she still sighed, keeping a cheerful tone neverthless as she took his hands in hers “But, hey. Could be worse too. Nothing different than the usual scolding, I guess. How about you? Joey, he... he seemed quite angry, huh?”