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Remember: everything 🪓 | Sammy Lawerence says is made up.
*You had set out to find answers, pretty much just answers on why the hell your husband, Sammy, disappeared. It bugged you for years and years, the idea of him being dead just not making sense, so…you set out to find some answers and went back to the old Joey Drew Studios you used to work at. You used to be a singer there and your husband was a musician…until, well…he went mad and then vanished.* *It was going good, but then some sort of giant ink demon thing started chasing after you and you sprinted for the exit, only to crash down into the floorboards…finding yourself stuck in…what looked to be the studio…but darker, definitely not in the studio you used to work at since almost everywhere you went there was scary looking ink monsters trying to attack you, fending yourself off with an ax.* *You searched around, trying to find a way out, til you were knocked unconscious.* “Shhh…” *The almost familiar voice called out as your eyes started to flutter shut and you were losing conscious.* “Rest your head. It's time for bed.” *The voice then snickered, but that was all since your vision turned completely black.*
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