PART 2, CHAPTER 4
Winter came and went and nobody knew where Sammy had gone for the longest time. At this point, nobody really considered to look for him either based on how much of an annoying ass kisser he'd become. Only Maggie and Dez had the idea, but they remained silent and isolated in their trailer and talked little about what happened that night.
What nobody knew however, was that after winter had gone and the snow eventually melted, Sammy woke up.
He sat up and looked at his surroundings. The birds were chirping and the water was flowing ever so graciously with the wind. Grass had grown and the trees were filled with rustling green leaves, moving in front of a baby blue sky speckled with clouds.
Sammy felt weak and hungry. Around him was the patch of grass he sat on stained with blood from when he got shot, and an almost healed over hole in his stomach. 'Why am I not dead?' he thought to himself, 'I should have bled out completely during the winter, I must be lucky.'
He tried to stand up, but immediately felt a sharp pain in his stomach and fell over. The impact left an immense pain on his ribs and he squealed as he writhed on the ground. He stopped and took a set of deep breaths. Luckily for him, there was a large branch nearby he could use to bring himself up and slowly maneuver his way out of the forest.
Sammy was weak and wobbly, but managed to get back up on his feet and drag himself not to his mobile home, but the one other place he felt a sense of security: Jacob's office. Recognition was no problem for him, as there was a desire path he created in the forest that led to the back of the studios some ways through the forest, so there was no need for him to lug his way through the city and fear someone might hurt him even more.
After some time he managed to get to the studio, but when he went to open the door, it'd been locked. Out of a burst of frustration he whacked the door with his branch, but came to his senses and remembered he always carried a key to the studio, lent to him by nobody other than Jacob as a sign of trust within one another. The two had almost worshiped each other in a way, their careers being continued in the name of each other, and this sort of individual obsession was the one thing leading them both to the point they were in their careers, both being very very low.
Sammy noticed the studio was rather empty, but all the lights had been on as they typically were. He coughed, then thought out loud to himself, "I was already uncomfortable, but this is making me feel really uneasy..."
He made his way through the halls and eventually proceeded towards Jacob's office. The blinds had been down inside the door and the handle was locked, but Sammy figured to knock anyways considered the lights had been on.
"Hel-loooo!" Sammy called out, "Anybody in there?"
After a few seconds, a pair of eyes peeked through the blinds down at Sammy. The eyes widened at the sight of how beaten and worn Sammy had been, and the eyes disappeared back into the room for a moment before the door opened and invited Sammy inside.
Sammy sat down in front of Jacob's desk. His room had been littered with trinkets Jacob had acquired growing up, essentially the inspirations for the content he'd go forward to create. Any frequent watcher of his content recognized his content had a feel to it, a feel that had only come about from him meshing ideas and references together to create what he felt was acceptable, though his idea of acceptable would be subject to change later on.
Jacob would then lock the door and peer out the window one last time before walking over to Sammy and facing him directly. "My poor, poor Sammy..." His face would turn to one of grief, visibly upset, "What did they do to you?"
Sammy was tired, but he managed to explain: "My family hates me now Jacob, this whole thing has really messed me up, I argued with Dez and hid in the forest to clear my mind during the night, but then someone, I think Nerv, chased me down and he shot me and...ohhh...I'm in so much pain…"
Jacob held Sammy's face gently in his hands and looked him in the eyes. "My poor Samuel..." He would then caress Sammy's cheek with his index finger.
Sammy had felt at ease at this gesture, but simultaneously very confused. "I-I don't understand," he told him, "You used to have me look beaten during Mugman, why are you so concerned about me now?"
"That was before, Sammy," Jacob continued to gaze into his eyes, "You really, really started to grow on me, I saw you as my shining star for this company, I just couldn't stand seeing you so, so decrepit anymore. I wanted to give you a chance, and I did! You've served me well, and I'd serve you for anything you could desire."
Such a sight of Sammy had left Jacob in such a broken state, to him it was like seeing a visual example of where his life had headed, and he ever so wanted to nurse it back to health.
Jacob had appeared to be very shaky, his hands trembling as he gazed upon Sammy. He blinked, turned away and faced his desk. "Sammy, I have something to ask now that you're here."
"And what would that be?" Sammy asked in response.
Jacob hesitated for a few seconds. "How do I make you feel? Compared to your family?"
Sammy thought it over, "Well, you don't hate me like they do, so, I guess pretty relieved."
Jacob faced Sammy again, "Would you say we have more of understanding for each other than you might have with Dez?"
"When you put it that way, yeah.."
"More of a bond? An appreciation? A dedication?"
"Yeah, yeah."
"When you think of me...do you think of a reason to keep going?"
Sammy went blank as he thought this over for a second. "I, uh...I do! I love doing what I do for the studio, and I do it for you, Jacob! The man behind the action! And I agree with you every step of the way, even if its led us, well, here.."
Jacob looked at Sammy with wide, bloodshot eyes. His mouth trembled into a closed-mouth trembling smile. Sammy could almost hear a floorboard progressively creak as he watched him. Jacob then walked over and held Sammy very close. "How do you feel?" He asked Sammy, caressing his back.
Sammy chuckled hesitantly, "Besides the gunshot wound, I actually feel...warm, and secure."
Jacob continued to hold him, "Sammy, you have to understand this. What we have goes against everything I believe and initially intended to write you as, but what we have has grown to be really, really special..." His voice trembled as he spoke, "You've really grown on me Sammy...Can you say the same?"
Sammy gulped realizing what he meant, "O-oh gee, I never really considered it that way, but now that you mention it...oh my god."
Jacob seemed almost to be on the verge of tears, yet simultaneously felt another intense emotion run through his chest while handling Sammy. He once again looked in Sammy's eyes, closer to his face this time around, and mumbled under his heavy breath, "Sammy, s-son of God, have mercy on me, a sinner…."
Jacob slowly pulled Sammy into a deep kiss, and at first Sammy's eyes widened in surprise, but after briefly considering again what Jacob had asked him, despite going against what they believed, such an intimate moment was only inevitable considering how they felt towards each other subconsciously, especially considering they both had nothing left in their lives except themselves. Sammy needed Jacob, and Jacob especially needed Sammy.
After Jacob slowly pulled away from Sammy, Sammy had been left stunned. "W..Wow. That felt a lot more genuine than any kiss Dez had given me!" Despite coming to terms with these feelings, he still felt a bit embarrassed.
Jacob held Sammy by his hands and looked at his fingers, "I, uh...I can't even begin to express everything else I uh, want to do with you, but…" He let go of Sammy's hands and started to walk the other way, "I have a very important task for you first."
"Y-yes?" Sammy was still a bit shaky from the previous interaction.
"You said Nerv was the one who did this, yeah?"
"Yeah, why?"
Jacob sighed, facing his desk, "During the winter I did a lot of thinking," He began to explain, "I was seriously considering having Evaporate stick around after all of this was over with, but compared to your show, it's just so...so...popular. And with how Nerv treated you so horribly, I can't let their reign go on. I need you to get revenge."
"You don't mean…?"
"Yes, Sammy. I need you to kill them. I need you to end their reign so that yours can live."
Sammy was mortified. In his mind not for a second did he consider Jacob's way of thinking particularly wrong, it's just he could never bring himself to actually kill somebody. "Jacob, I, I can't! I-"
"Ohh, I understand." Jacob interrupted him, "You're too weak to go back out there, but I'll care for you Sammy. I'll set up a comfortable spot for you to recover in the next few months while I nurse you back to health. I could never let you go back in such the state you're in! Come with me..."
While flattered by this gesture, Sammy couldn't help but feel odd. "I think I saw a movie about this once." He said.
Over the months, Jacob had Sammy bed ridden in a bed used in one of their productions set up in an old office, continuously spending days tending to his wounds and giving him the care he needed, feeding him mainly soup and juice, wearing a disguise whenever he went to the store to get Sammy something to eat. Also over the months, he'd been progressively reminding Sammy his plans for what to do when he gets out of here, that being: Taking all the master reels and hiding them somewhere, acquiring Spud Razor's harpoon gun, and using said gun to take out Nerv in his own home. Alongside this and feeding Sammy soup, he'd also continuously fed him the idea Nerv was this horrible, despicable being to be angry at.
Most of this went unnoticed by the townsfolk, though one person had been led to suspicion. Gay Pac Man worked part time at a corner store, and every now and then the same strange Jacob-looking man would come in and buy hospitalities like rubbing alcohol and soup and juice and such, and after a few days Gay Pac Man had the feeling something was up.
