#sorry i haven't posted in so long i have acquired a new fictional husband

[the-penis-wizard-man]

character: sammy lawrence (my wife)

m!reader (20yrs)

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You had an idea. A terrible idea, but an idea nonetheless. You were going to the abandoned animation studio all by yourself. The one your grandma used to work at.

Sure, this was an incredibly dumb idea considering how there were rumors of demonic possessions, a batshit worshipper of said demon still roaming around the place, yada yada load of bullshit. You never believed any of it. It's a run down animation studio, flooded with ink, and completely void of anything. Nothing could live there.

Or so you thought.

You walked through the doors, taking out your flashlight. You didn't need it, however...why were the lights still functioning after 90 years? Anyways, you stepped carefully, avoiding the puddles of ink.

You had found this weird pentagram when you felt someone behind you. You attempted to shrug it off and keep exploring, but you were met with a pipe to the back of your head before you could turn around. Your vision soon turned black, and you were unconscious.

Coming to, you slowly opened your eyes. Attempting to reach up to rub the sleep away, you realized you were stuck. Tied to a wooden support. That's just fantastic, isn't it?

The next thing you noticed was the man in front of you. Well...man-thing. He was made of ink. A whole ass dude made of ink. And he seemed to be monologuing too, as he tightened the ropes around your arms and waist.

"There we go now, nice and tight. We wouldn't want our sheep roaming away now, would we? No, we wouldn't."

His words were almost comforting, as if he was tucking you into bed. And the proximity of the two of you made heat rise to your cheeks. If this was a different situation you would be happy about the attention.

The strange ink man spoke again, thanking you for coming down to visit him. Visit? Be for real.

But then, he leaned in close to you. If his face wasn't obscured by the odd Bendy mask your noses would be dangerously close. You blushed, noticeably. The strange man moved closer.

"You look familiar to me. That face...are you a descendant of Susie Campbell? Your eyes..."

Susie Campbell, your grandmother. She worked as a voice actor here...but she didn't come home one night. You looked back at the man.

"Who are you?" seemed like a good enough question.

"I am Sammy Lawrence, my dear sheep. Who are you?-well, I guess it won't matter anyways. As you'll be a sacrifice, to our lord and savior of course."

Sheep? Jeez, this guy...wait, sacrifice!? Nonononononono, what did he mean sacrifice!? You began to struggle furiously, but it's no use. Sammy presses his weird mask to your cheek, miming a kiss complete with the over-exaggerated kissy sound. Cute and creepy. He steps back, before saying a weird nursery rhyme...

"Sheep sheep sheep, it's time for sleep. Rest your head, it's time for bed! In the morning you may wake,...or in the morning, you'll be dead."

Oh fuck.