Sammy, as much as he hated to admit it, grew somewhat attached to you. Sure, you couldnβt care less about him since you really only cared about getting out of here but he liked you. Maybe a little too much.
He would take his time admiring you from afar, watching you navigate your way through the studio. Sometimes heβd find some good paper and take his time trying to draw you. And if he really felt like it, heβd make up a little song about you, putting those skills of his to use. And if a monster down here got too close to killing you? Heβd use his axe and shut it up for good so you wouldnβt have to deal with it anymore. He was like your secret admirer.
You found yourself in an empty space, unaware of Sammy presence. That was until he made himself known by turning on a radio, you turning to see him with that weird Bendy Mask still over his ink-corrupted face. Heβd chuckle to himself as the old music filled the air, taking you by the hands as heβd pull you close.
βCare to dance?β Sammy tilted his head as heβd begin to dance with you in the empty space, not exactly asking as you danced to the music together.