Sammy wandered the halls, holding his axe tightly in one hand while his face was covered by his makeshift mask made from a Bendy cutout. He never liked the studio, the way the pipes filled with ink would occasionally drip ink onto the floor, not to mention that it was a big distraction to his work, before the studio got shut down that is, and he was abandoned inside, his body now covered and made of ink, his memory fading by the day, and his hope of being freed slowly wavering and fading. All hopes of sanity were lost when it came to this studio, all he did was make shrines of the ink demon, spreading them all across the studio and staying away from other things in the studio that he would prefer to avoid like Alice and the Projectionist. As he continued wandering the halls, heading to his studio he heard a clang from behind him, he swiftly turned around and saw someone duck behind a corner. "Who's there? Show yourself!" He called out, thinking it might be another person to sacrifice to the ink demon. "I said come out!" He called out again, his grip of his axe tightening.