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Alice's third-person POV:

Alice, startled by the sound, turned around. wielding her weapon in front of her. Shocked at who stood before her, Alice lowered her weapon and telling herself to calm down.

"Sammy?" Alice said, with noticeable shaking in her voice. Why do I sound so nervous? Alice thought.

"What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be in your area? Not here." Sammy said, pure confusion and shock showing in his face and expression.

"That isn't much of your concern, now is it? If you must know, I'm looking for Boris, thought this would be the best place to start." Alice stated, staring at the ground.

"Wait for a second, you lost your friend, or shall I say, victim?" Sammy said, trying to sound condescending, though failing badly.

"Oh, leave me alone, ink boy, shouldn't you be performing one of those stupid ritual thingies to ask your Bendy to set you free?" Alice fought back, with bitterness infecting her voice.

"He's your lord too and you should treat him as such! I don't understand why he hasn't punished you yet!" Sammy spat at Alice, venom in his tone.

"NO HE ISN'T, HE HAS NO CONTROL OVER ME. HE ONLY HAS CONTROL ON YOU CAUSE YOU LET HIM. THIS YOUR FAULT SAMMY, ONE DAY HE'S GONNA KILL YOU! CAN'T YOU SEE, YOU'RE TOO WRAPPED UP IN PLEASING HIM THAT YOU ARE GOING TO DIE!" Alice screamed.

Sammy stepped back shocked by the angel's tone and volume, accompanied by her level of concern. His face had pain written all over it, if you could see it under his bendy mask.

Alice on the other hand, stood there in silence waiting for Sammy to respond, trying to catch her breath. Why did I say that? Why would I show and type if concern for him? He's a greasy nobody, who worshiped my greatest enemy. Alice thought to herself, slowly inching towards Sammy.

"Sammy.. I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that." Alice claimed, before getting interrupted by the sound of something crawling through the vents.

"Shush, Now is no time for you to apologize." Sammy said, looking a bit frantic. "Now if you excuse me, I have a demon to please."

With that Sammy ran around the corner, coming back with a heavy item in hand. He turned around another corner waving for Alice to stay put. Alice being Alice wasn't about to sit still while Sammy went and risked his life for no reason. Alice being Alice was going to find her way to whatever Sammy had been hiding while he worked there.

That didn't go well at all, Alice thought to herself, walking over to a shelf of bacon soup. I haven't seen him in years and the first thing I do is get into a heated argument? I guess that is me for you.

Alice continued to look around snooping in any snuck (-knew-c-) and crannies she could see. Determined, Alice continued to force open doors, intrude on offices she'd never been in, and keeping an eye out for any other tapes around her vicinity.

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Sammy Lawrence's third-person POV:

After the argument with Alice, Sammy took a quick turn back into his area, where he sacrificed things to inked Bendy. Sammy headed to the corner of the room, to a bag that hung scarcely holding on to the wall it was on. Sammy opened the bag and picked up a hand made sculpture of bendy and placed it in the middle of the room on a pedestal.

Sammy grabbed the bag and headed out of the room, making a right turn and making a bee-line towards an empty voice recording box. Once inside, Sammy clicked the button on a microphone and began to speak into it.

"My Lord, I offer you this sculpture of you, hand made a long time ago and refurbished by me. I ask you take my offering as one step closer to having you set me free. Come now, My Lord, and claim your offering in front of your prophet." Sammy spoke, with great confidence in his tone.

That confidence soon turned into uneasiness as he heard the crawling and the banging in the vents come closer to the area he was in. He soon heard a latch crack open, he quickly dropped to the ground looking away from the offering and far enough down that the Ink demon couldn't see him.

Sammy knew that the ink demon didn't like to be watched by anyone, not even him, so Sammy tried his best to respect that in fear of his life. Though Sammy planned on one day watching his Lord take his offering with great pride, watching his Lord set him free from the inky abyss he calls a body and a home.
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Author's Note:

Heya! Just wanted to say thank you for the reads, I can't believe it. I also wanted to say I might decide to post two chapters next week since it's spring break for me, but after that the chapters may be shorter than I originally wanted, but they will still be coming out. School is taking up a lot of time but I'm still gonna find enough time to write for you guys. Thank you for your understanding!