Yes! I am alive! And with a new chapter of my Bendy x Reader! Holy moly, I have been gone a while... Anyway, I just put that video up there because it's sung by Sammy... And this entire chapter is all about Sammy and his... "deadly kinks". Anyway, happy reading! Thanks for all of the CRAZY LOADS OF SUPPORT! No really. This story is a new record for me. All thanks to you! 0w0

Song: Can I Get An Amen?

Sung by: CG5  Game by: theMeatly!

"You mean... the old music director?" you asked tilting your head to one side. You wondered why a music director would have a hunting rifle. When you read about Sammy, you always imagined him as a tall, stiff dude with glasses that made him look like a music geek. Based on what stood before you, it was obvious how wrong you were. It was just plain scary actually. He was smothered in ink and had on an old Bendy mask. He wore overalls that looked... suspiciously like Boris's. Everything about him unnerved you in every way. So much that you didn't even think he was a human anymore.

Sammy bowed as a reply to your question. "In the flesh. Or... ink. However, I gave that up to help Joey out with one of his projects. Alas, it put me in this inky prison, but it did have its advantages. For example...," Sammy explained with his voice trailing off at the end. His head swiveled to meet Bendy's defiant gaze. He knelt down. "It let me be like my savior...," he finished.

You looked to Bendy in bewilderment and questions. "Do you force people to worship you?!" you demanded. The very thought was disturbing.

Bendy's eyes lashed back as if the very thought of him being an idol to humanity disgusted him. "Why would I want that?! I never wanted that much from a human! To some, it may be flattering, but when it comes to Sammy Lawrence, it's just plain ridiculous!!" he shouted.

"Then why does he do it?" you questioned still thoroughly confused. Sammy looked up to answer the question.

"Because... I want to... And I love Bendy more than anyone in this world ever could!" he shouted for the universe to hear.

He looked up to see that his audience was already leaving. Sammy looked rejected for a second but none more. He sprinted after them. "Wait! Don't leave without me! I can't leave my lord with that wench!"

"WENCH?!" you demanded. You flailed in Boris's grip. "LET ME GO! LET ME GO! I NEED TO KILL HIM!"

Bendy glanced from you to Sammy. He looked somewhat ticked off. Then, he flashed back towards Sammy. "Don't you dare... call me or her... by anything other than our first names! UNDERSTOOD SAMMY?" Bendy asked trying really hard to restrain himself from strangling Sammy.

The music director bowed again. "If that's... what you wish my lor-! I mean, Bendy!" he corrected. He began to follow from a distance behind you. The problem he had was that he went on... and on... and on... and on...

"I only discovered a while ago that you were here and I just figured that it was nothing! I mean, how often does Bendy get a love interest in any human girl... I thought he liked Alice for a little while, but the two fight like cats and dogs. Probably because they are so different from each other... Anyway! As I was saying, I didn't think that you being here would be an issue until I realized that Bendy started talking to his look-alike plush doll about you. When I saw the two of you on that rope on the side of a building, I couldn't help but feel jealous that he'd care more about your safety than mine. So, I fired a gun at you! The only reason I'm not shooting you now is because I'm out of bullets and-"

"Make him stop talking!" Boris finally shouted.

You had been somewhat interested in what he was saying, but the fact that he wouldn't let anyone else say anything while he was ranting was a problem. Henry did once talk to you about a strange man who was over-obsessed with his job who loved to ramble and rant. Now you realize this is who he was talking about. "At least, give the wench a chance to talk!" you spat. The insult was still fresh in your mind and you doubted you would ever forgive Sammy for saying that.

"Why should I when you steal the love of my life?" Sammy asked looking back to his gun. It was exactly like Reina's gun. It stirred up a question in your brain.

"Hey, I know it's completely off topic, but where'd you get that gun?" you asked thinking back to the photo.

Sammy looked down at it. "This? I've had it almost my entire life. My father gave it to me back before I was a music director. I wasn't a bad hunter back then, but I see that I've gotten a little rusty. My intention was to shoot you, (y/n)," he replied ominously.

Ignoring his threat, you continued. "Do you know Reina? Henry's wife? She had a gun exactly like that one."

He nodded his head slowly. "I think I met her once. I was invited to Henry's wedding, but I didn't really care for those. I just sent him my spare gun as a gift. Come to think of it, Henry was never really into shooting... I'm not surprised that he gave it to Reina. She was always a fiery woman. I can see her out in the woods shooting squirrels and deer and then eating them. You know, after cooking them of course."

"So that's it..."

"Wait, Henry has a wife?" Boris asked with interest.

Bendy nodded to himself. "Yeah, I heard him talking to Joey about it. Even now, I find it hard to believe that he had a life outside of this little town. Turns out he also had a son named Oliver. Henry quit soon after Oliver died in that boating accident which made sense." Bendy shook his head. "I feel bad for Reina... But she's a human, so I won't worry about it."

Boris shrugged from the comment with a grin. "Well, you haven't changed much over the last few hours! But I'm curious, what happened?"

"I thought it was a peck on the cheek, but it almost became my doom!" you said with yet another annoyed glance at Sammy.

"Heh. Didn't think you'd get that far on a first date. We're almost back to the studio. Maybe Bendy and I can have a... conversation with Sammy over what just happened while you get some shut-eye," Boris replied. The thought of sleep did sound appealing.

"We're almost back to the studio already?" you questioned taking glances from one side to another. He was right. The door wasn't too far.

Bendy was half running beside Boris and the wolf was just taking fast large steps. Sammy was behind a little, but the point probably was to get away from him. "Well, we have been moving kind of fast."

Once back inside, the pace decreased tremendously and Boris made his way back towards Joey's old bedroom which was now yours. The wolf gently set you down onto the comfy covers and then stretched his arms. "Man, that was a workout! I think my arms need a little rest too!" he said ruffling your hair.

"You're the best, Boris. Tomorrow, all three of us will do something fun together," you promised.

Your glance drifted towards Bendy who was standing inside the doorway against a wall. He looked a lot less chipper than usual. It seemed more like he was lost in thought. More than likely about Sammy.

"Well, I'm gonna be seeing what Sammy has to say for himself. After all, I know you have a few things to say to Bendy. Good night, (y/n)!" Boris told you as he stepped out the door. He slammed the door closed bringing Bendy out of his deep trance.

There was an awkward pause as Bendy tried to think up words. You tried to break the ice a few times but failed. Eyes falling to the floor, you couldn't help but hope for Bendy to just say something so he could end the awkwardness.

"Sorry."

"Huh?" you asked jumping at the sudden word.

"I didn't stop him when I had a chance... I knew it was Sammy the whole time," he finally admitted. Everything about him was expressionless.

You felt that he knew Sammy for a long time and for him to say that he was alone in an animation studio for so long was a lie. It would've made sense for him to already know. Something told you that you were supposed to feel betrayed by that confession. It wasn't betrayal, but confusion. Why? "So..., if you knew it was Sammy, why didn't you tell me? Why didn't you stop him?"

"Because..." His eyes became somewhat regretful as he thought the answer over and over in his mind. "I didn't want you to worry about it..."

"Well, you must not be thinking very clearly because you did the exact opposite of that," you replied not intending to be mean about it.

He seemed happy to receive the brutal truth. It was enough to tell him you were being honest. "I kinda figured that out when he started shooting that stupid gun earlier. I figured that if I told you that I knew and then explained that I was keeping a yandere around that you'd start suspecting me again. I didn't do anything because the only way to stop Sammy Lawrence is to kill him. If I told him to die, he'd do it. If anyone came between me and him, he'd have to kill them. Although, I didn't want to break that promise I made about killing, so I've had no choice but to keep him around and keep everything a secret," he explained.

Knowing how clingy Sammy was to Bendy, it all suddenly made sense. You nodded in understanding. "I don't really see what the huge issue is here. I actually don't care about you not telling me about Sammy. I'm more worried about the fact that he wants me dead. What do I do?! What should I be thinking right now?!" was the first thing asked after his long explanation. You hoped that he'd give an actual answer.

"I can't really answer that. You should decide what you should think. As stated before, the only way to stop the madman is to kill him. Neither of us wants it to come down to that, I'm sure," Bendy replied. It wasn't an "I don't know" but it wasn't an "I have a plan" either.

You sat hugging your knees and then closed your eyes. Probably from either exhaustion or worry. Sitting in the midst of the darkness of uncertainty, you felt an assuring arm wrap around your shoulders. Bendy drew you in close and whispered, "But you have me." His tail curled around your arm and slowly he added, "I can and will keep you safe."

You allowed a brief smile to cross your face. "You'd better." A minute or two of this passed and you could feel yourself begin to nod off into a dream. A dream that was warm and comforting without any problems. It was a shame it was all going to end so soon.

Eyes fluttering open, you detected a scent wafting through the air. Cinnamon. You were now tucked nicely into bed and your head was resting on a fluffy pillow. Throwing off the covers, you noticed a piece of paper crumpled up in your hand. In Bendy's fancy hand handwriting, all it said was this one sentence.

Thank you, (y/n).

Sincerely, Bendy

Smiling a little, you folded it neatly and placed it on the nightstand beside your bed. After changing into suitable clothes, you investigated the scent. It brought you out of your bedroom door and down the hallway. A simple turn later and SHA-ZAM! You saw Sammy Lawrence holding up a tray full of cinnamon rolls. He was wearing an ink-stained cooking apron. Nothing can even comprehend how thankful you were that it didn't say, 'Kiss the Chef'. However, the rolls did smell good.

"Oh, uh, hey. I think that we started off on the wrong foot yesterday. You know, me shooting at you and everything. So, let's start over! Hi. I'm Sammy Lawrence. Bendy's ultimate follower," Sammy reintroduced.

"Uh, hi? I'm (y/n). Bendy's only girlfriend."

Sammy growled a little at your response which almost made you grin. Something about making Sammy mad appealed to you. Whether or not it was because it was funny or because you wanted revenge is up to you. "Yeah, I know. You didn't have to remind me." He straightened up as if nothing had happened.

You directed your attention back to the rolls in his hands. Chewy golden dough with swirls of brown sugar and cinnamon sprinkled over the roll back and forth from one end to the other. As tempting as it was to snatch one up, you instead slapped on a skeptical look. "So, what are these? The catalyst to a life with Bendy or something? If they are, I know what you're planning," you pointed out.

Sammy shook his head at you. You couldn't tell if he was really disappointed or just acting. "Why would you assume that I'd do something terrible to you, my dear little sheep? Don't they look so... delicious...?" he asked hypnotically.

"Oh, so I'm a sheep now! And after you called me a WENCH yesterday. I dunno... That name makes me feel like a lamb about to be slaughtered. Somehow, that makes me trust you less," you replied.

Sammy huffed again. "Based on how stubborn you're being, I should've called you a mule! MULE! Eat this roll!" he yelled losing his patience.

"Now you're just being rude," you told him losing interest. As you turned your back on him, you saw Boris standing in the doorway. He was nodding at you.

"That was entertaining! A very wise choice you made, (y/n). I wouldn't try anything that scoundrel made. Bendy was right. Sammy did poison those. But what do you expect from an old hermit who plays Frankenstein in a creepy basement with way too much time on his hands and no friends?" Boris asked with a shrug.

Bendy suddenly came crashing down from the ceiling and flung his hands in the air. "Oh, my gosh, Sammy! He totally just roasted you!"

You could only laugh as Sammy threw his cinnamon rolls against the wall and hung his head. "Whatever...," he moped.

Bendy glanced in your direction. As soon as he did, he ran over with the scheming look in his eyes. Before you could ask, he rapidly whispered his plan. "Say, that was fun! You think so too. I can tell. What do you say to annoying the heck out of Sammy?" he asked.

At first, you thought he was crazy, but the longer you thought about it, the more you thought it was a great idea. You hoped there was an evil glow in your eyes. "That sounds fun... How will we do it?" you asked him.

"Okay, the battle strategy is simple. We just have to play the over-in-love sweethearts right in front of his face! It'll make him so mad!" Bendy plotted as he rubbed his hands together with glee.

Something felt wrong about the plan to you. "What do you mean we have to "play the over-in-love sweethearts?" I thought we were sweethearts!"

"We are, (y/n). I never said we weren't. What I meant is that we should overdo it! You know, pet names, eye-gazing, physical contact, and whatever will make his teeth grind! You get what I mean?" he asked.

Nodding your head, you smirked. You raised your voice for Sammy to hear. "Anything for you, my little ink penguin!"

When Sammy looked over in alarm, Bendy started laughing hysterically. Boris smirked at Sammy. Mostly because seeing his enemy angry appealed to him. Overall, the reactions were all a bit over the top.

"I don't see what's so funny! Surely to refer to my lord Bendy as a penguin is highly punishable. I'd think that the mule wouldn't know anything about humor," Sammy grumbled.

"Oh really? I'd think that the old hermit wouldn't know anything about humor," Boris mimicked. Sammy hung his head again with a groan. So that was why he wanted the wolf dead...

"I love it almost as much as you! Nothing can surpass the feelings of which I must express... I thank you my love...," Bendy announced as he knelt to one knee and lightly kissed your hand.

Your cheeks became a dusted pink. Bendy's been bold but never that bold! While you knew in his mind he was acting, you were also sure that his heart wasn't. It was too much to resist a glance at Sammy Lawrence. Sure enough, though he was wearing a mask, it was easy to tell that he was mad. He knew what you were up to.

"If you'll excuse me...," Sammy growled practically marching himself out of the room in an angry fit. A few seconds after he left, you heard a door slam loudly a hallway over.

There was a moment's pause and Bendy stood to his feet. You found yourself giggling to yourself when he did. Boris too was snickering in the corner. Bendy was grinning as if he just won the gold in the Olympics and was then joining in. The real question though was why everyone was laughing at something so minor. Was it because of Sammy throwing a hissy fit, because he was being shot by rude comments all morning, or just because of the morning in general?

Boris caught his breath and seemed to remember something. "Actually, I just remembered why I came in here! I brought donuts!" he announced.

"Donuts?" Bendy asked.

"Donuts," Boris replied.

"Donuts!" you shouted for no reason.

"DONUTS!!!" you heard Sammy shout from the hallway over.

You inquired if everyone, including yourself, was nuts. But hey, donuts are donuts and donuts are good. I'm getting tired of saying donuts, so I'll keep the word to a minimum from now on! I promise. Maybe.

So, there was a momentary pause in the story to indulge on... round doughy things that were really delicious and stuff.

"Wow. Who knew that a new donut place was put up just down the street? These are amazing! What do you think, my colorful Autumn sunset?" Bendy asked elbowing you. You remembered the agreement.

"They're fine by me, my handsome magpie," you replied brushing against him.

"You seem to have a bird theme going on here, (y/n). Any particular reason?" Boris asked feeling curious.

Shrugging your shoulders, you thought up a reply. "I don't know... He makes my heart soar like a bird... Okay, that sounded so cliche!"

"Everything's cliche anymore!" Boris exclaimed.

Bendy then yawned loudly. He flopped onto his back onto the floor and stretched his arms for the ceiling. Then his arms flopped down by his sides. "I'm so bored now, Boris! Let's do something!" he whined.

"Wanna go someplace?" Boris suggested.

"I don't feel like travelling...," you pointed out thinking about Boris who would have to carry you everywhere simply because you were unable to stand on your own yet. Why did broken bones have to take forever and a day to recover? Bendy nodded in agreement anyway.

Bendy hopped to his feet with an idea. "We should play a game!" he suggested cheerfully.

Suddenly, Sammy came running back into the room with a Japanese katana. "Let's play Sammy ties up the girlfriend in a creepy basement and then slashes her to death as a human sacrifice!" he shouted.

"Wow! Rude! I think that's going to give me nightmares! I thought games were supposed to be fun!" you retorted angrily.

"Death is fun!" Sammy shot back.

"Shut it, Sammy!" Bendy snapped.

While Sammy started griping about being shouted at by his lord Bendy, Boris seemed to get an idea. "Why not a game of hide-and-seek?" he asked.

Sammy shook his head disapprovingly. "Murder mystery sounds better."

"I believe (y/n) should decide," Boris cut in breaking off Sammy's griping.

It didn't really matter to you what game they played just so long as it kept you away from the murderous yandere music director. "Hide-and-seek sounds fun."

"Well, if that's the case, I suggest that we go in pairs to make up for (y/n)'s injury. One pair will hide and the other will seek," Boris recommended.

"Oi... I should have known!" you shouted feeling really annoyed.

Bendy quickly tried to make a partner vote before he could possibly be forced into compulsory volunteerism. You know, being forced into a group with Sammy. "Okay, I wanna go with-"

"ME!!" Sammy intervened.

"No! Not you!" Bendy hissed swatting Sammy away as if he were a fly with a deadly disease. "Only (y/n)!"

Sammy stood up taller as if he knew something Bendy didn't. "My lord, think logically for one moment. Due to your size, I'd doubt that you'd be an efficient transport for the "fair maiden." I believe Boris would be better for her because he can easily get her around due to his strength. Therefore, I-" He stopped when he realized Bendy wasn't even listening. "Why does it have to be like this...?"

You blinked wondering why Sammy was still even trying. "Well, if you're so concerned about my health, then why don't you carry me around, huh?" Obviously, you weren't expecting him to actually do it.

Suddenly, Sammy had a eureka moment. "OF COURSE! That's how I can make it up to my lord! I'll partner with his girlfriend and then it'll be like I'm part of the family! I'll gain everyone's trust! (Y/N), you can just call me bro."

"Never!"

Sammy ignored you and bounded up into Bendy's face. "Isn't it the best plan? Surely I, Sammy Lawrence, deserve the honor of having a second chance! And if I accidentally harm her in any way, you can wring my neck, flatten me, suffocate me, stuff me in a dryer, and kill me for all I care! PLEASE!!!" he begged on his knees. The sudden change in personality was a little alarming.

"Uh...," Bendy started just to be interrupted again.

"If you don't, then I'll have no choice but to write all of my praises to you on the walls for everyone to see! You got really ticked off the last time I did that," Sammy childishly threatened.

Boris stepped forward not willing to let Bendy answer for himself. "Fine! Just get away from us and shut up!"

Bendy gave Boris a pleading look. It said, 'But Boris! We can't leave (y/n) there with him alone!' and stuff. The wolf was too busy thinking about his hatred for Sammy Lawrence.

Sammy bowed all the way down to the floor before Boris. "Thank you! Thank you! You won't regret this decision! Should I count first?"

"No. We'll count first. Because we don't want to see you," Boris growled.

Ouch. ^-^;

Before long, the game was on and Sammy ran off with you tight in his grasp. Quick and light were his feet as he ran down stairs and across wooden hallways. He came screeching to a halt in front of a large door. In the basement, nonetheless. It really didn't look much different than the first floor. Sammy turned to you. "I think we should hide here for the time being. What do you think?"

"You don't really want to hide here... I can hear it in your voice... What are you planning?" you asked trying not to sound nervous.

He was silent. The cold, dark pits in the center of his mask which were supposed to be the eyes burned into your skin. You shivered by the mood change again. "Perceptive... Very perceptive... I just have some questions for you. I'd recommend thinking hard before you answer them," he replied in a deep voice.

Trembling slightly by the intensity, Sammy set you onto the floor. "Do you... truly love Bendy with all of your heart?"

Thinking about what you should say, you didn't want to lie. You figured that you should just stay as close to the truth as possible. "When I was eight, I loved Bendy very much. However, the ten years we've been apart, I feel like I don't quite know the same, Bendy... But he still remembers and cares about me. While he may not be completely innocent, I must answer yes. I do believe that I love him with all of my heart!"

Sammy nodded slowly. "Interesting selection of words... How do you feel about my love for Bendy?"

"A little strange, but you can love what you want!"

He leaned forward as if his next question was going to be more important than all of the others. "If you died right now, how do you think Bendy would react, then?"

Shuddering, you pressed against the wall feeling cornered. "He'd become a monster... He'd desire for justice to be done and for blood to be shed if I died...," you replied. There was a silence as you awaited his response.

"Interesting. I wonder how accurate your answer is. I guess we'll find out won't we?"

You realized what was going on and you began thrashing to get away from him, but it was no use. Sammy swung open the door and dragged you inside. You swatted, kicked, and screamed. Nobody heard your cries for help. Sammy whistled loud and long as if summoning something and then kicked you on the floor. "It's a shame I have to do this... but I can't have anything or anyone get in my way. I don't care how much you love Bendy! All that matters is that I'm the one who gets his attention. Farewell, little sheep...," he told you before slamming the door shut and locking you in.

Snatching the handle and frantically trying to turn it, you finally gave up on it and realized it was no use. The room was silent. Turning slowly to investigate what could possibly be there, out of the corner of your eye, something shifted. When you looked, it was gone. There were black ink puddles scattered throughout the room. When you turned back, they each had moved. Shuddering, you pressed your spine against the door in terror. Whatever they were, they were alive. It was clear to see they were getting closer. "G-Get away from me!" you cried when they came yet closer still. One hand latched to the door handle and another reaching for a weapon, you felt the beginning of a scream rise in your throat. Suddenly, black, inky monsters shot up out of the ink puddles in a growling fit of anger! One snatched your arm and another claimed your leg. They seemed to be trying to slowly drown you or something.

"No no no no nonononononononononono!! Get off of me!! You can't do this to me! I haven't even done anything!" you pleaded. They just kept on dragging you down into the ink.

One growled and slashed at your face. That was when it was too much.

"BENDY!!!"

The ink monsters all froze at the name and looked around frantically. Looking at you again, they seemed to recognize you and began shouting in a foreign language at each other. One wouldn't stop pointing at you, one was trembling, and the others cast uneasy glances at each other. It was all very confusing.

"What's... going on? Why aren't you attacking me anymore?" you asked not really expecting an answer.

An ink monster sloshed up before you. "(Y/...N)...," it said in a weird way. Its comrades slowly backed it up.

"Y-Yes?" The reply was so quiet that you thought you were a mouse. However, they heard it loud and clear.

"Rargh! Master mad!!" screeched one.

Another simply shivered. "Master squash us... Just like Wilden...," it whimpered.

"But Sammy!" squawked another. "He tell us drown or be dead!"

"Ah, Sammy...," some repeated while nodding.

"Master hate Sammy!" exclaimed a smaller one.

A much larger one growled and slapped its inky hand over the smaller one's mouth. "SHH!! That be true... but room never safe. Walls always be listenin'!"

The sudden conversation broke the tension, but they were all panicked. Feeling much less frightened, you glanced around with questions bubbling in your mind. "Uh..., am I missing something?"

All the chattering stopped as all black obsidian eyes shot to you. One came forward. "You be young betrothed... We mean not hurt you! We threatened by Sammy. Sammy scary and tell us we die if we don't drown human. We know not it Master's love! He kill all of us if you hurt! Just like he squash Wilden for spying on Master's love. Now we be scared!" it explained fearfully.

All of the monsters agreed. They huddled together in doubt and worry. You nodded with understanding. "So, you're scared of Bendy, huh? Wait... Young betrothed? Wilden?"

They ignored your questions and erupted in shouts again. "AHH! We dare not speak his name! Sammy forbid it! Only he call of Master Bendy- AH!!!" it cried realizing its mistake.

"You say it! We dead!"

"And in front of Master's love! We dead, we dead, we dead! He chop us with ax now! She tell Master and Sammy!"

"NO!! NOT SAMMY!! He tell terrible lies to the Master about us! WE DEAD INK!!"

With those three comments, all of them burst into tears of fear. Wailing filled the entire room.

To not drive yourself insane, you knew you had to do something. And by something, you mean not say something. "I won't tell anyone!"

They all looked to you again in silence. Then, cheerful rejoicing!

"Really?! You not tell?! Maybe we not dead! Maybe Master and Sammy not know!" chirped a happy voice.

"Yeah, Lady keep secret!"

"Yes... Lady keep secret for sure...," you answered really glad that they weren't all crying anymore.

At that very moment, the door was flung open. You were now sitting directly in front of the door, so the force sent you crashing into the wall. It smashed the back of your head making everything start spinning.

Shrieks and loud booming voices exploded from the spinning room in front of you. Sammy was yelling at them. Something about them not doing their jobs. The door pulled away and you flopped to the floor uncontrollably. An inky hand grabbed your hand and dragged you across the floor. He stopped in the middle of the room and held up something shiny. He brought it down on one of the monsters and it screamed in pain. Black was everywhere. All of the smashing and banging was making you start to see stars. Yep! There it is! Betelgeuse! A crash, a yell, something black slathered across your arms, legs, and face, and then a hard bash on the head. Everything went dark. Except Betelgeuse.

What seemed like an eternity later was actually only fifteen minutes. Blinking awake, you felt your eyes stinging from the ink that flooded into them. It almost felt like you had a hangover and your head hurt. There were more black blotches on you than spots on a Dalmatian. Sure enough, Bendy was shaking you awake. "C'mon... wake up... I know it hurts. Probably a lot... I know it's all my fault for letting you go with that creep in the first place! Just... wake up so you can chew me out or something!"

You forced yourself to move. Luckily, the world didn't start spinning again when you tried to rub the ink from your eyes. It stung. You didn't dare try to move anywhere else, so you spoke. "Stop blaming yourself. You had nothing to do with this... Where's the wolf...?" you inquired weakly.

He let out a long sigh of relief. "He's talking to Sammy. You know, asking what happened and why. Do you remember anything?"

"There were these ink monsters... And this door. That's about it I'm afraid...," you replied. He didn't seem to feel any better and was looking both depressed and irritated at the same time.

"Boris should be the one here... He's the one who needs to apologize to you. It was because of him that you ended up in Sammy's group in the first place. And... I didn't say anything. It makes me feel really lousy because I promised to protect you and I've been failing to uphold it. I'll have to make it up to you somehow...," he said.

"Oh! Don't worry! The more injuries I get, the more exciting my life is," you answered sarcastically. Then you became serious about what you were saying. "I'll forgive you, though. Because how can I not? Besides, I think we should be figuring out who did this to me!"

A lightbulb lit up above Bendy's head and then vanished. He got an idea. "I could find out who did this! I just need an ink sample."

Glancing at your pitch black arm, you shrugged. "That's the one thing we have a lot of. Whatever you want, Bendy."

He gently lifted your arm and you expected him to just inspect it. Rather than doing that, he drew his finger down your arm and licked the ink he had collected off of his finger. Before you could even marvel at the fact that he did have a tongue after all, he made an odd face. "This is... not what I was expecting..."

"Not what I was expecting either...," you replied.

"It's saltier than normal... Almost like... Well, that doesn't make any sense!" Bendy announced standing to his feet with curiosity.

"What is it?! The anticipation is stabbing me in the face!"

"Searcher blood! There's no doubt about it! Which can mean only one thing... Sammy lied," Bendy said more to himself than you. None of the puzzle pieces were coming together.

"Searchers? Sammy? Huh?"

Bendy realized that you had no idea what was going on. He cleared his throat. "When you got attacked, Sammy came rushing up to us yelling about the Searchers attacking you to death. Of course, we both panicked and ran after him. However, we lost him and it took us fifteen minutes to find you," he saw you were still confused and remembered that you didn't know what a Searcher was. "Those black ink monsters are the Searchers if you didn't know. Anyway, I'm guessing that Sammy came straight back here to find that something went wrong and that you weren't dead. So, to solve this problem, he jabbed one of the Searchers, drenched you in their blood to make it believable, and then knocked you on the side of the head to knock you out. Then I show up and you know the rest."

"Oh... I can't believe that Sammy's still trying to kill me! Is this place ever safe?!" you demanded.

"Nope."

"It's too much for me to take in... That Sammy tried to make them kill me so he could blame my death on them... I... don't... think..."

In mid sentence, your head had a sudden zap of pain. You shivered and saw Bendy rush up to you. "H-Hey! Are you okay?! No! Don't pass out now! You can't!"

Sorry, Bendy. MY HEAD HURTS.

It didn't take long for you to realize that you had a concussion. Hooray... As if things couldn't get bad enough. While you sat in the blackness, you thought up ways to possibly get rid of Sammy Lawrence. He was the cause of this! Bendy said that the only way to get rid of him was to kill him. Well, you were only thinking it, right?

You were in the middle of a dream of watching Sammy die in the rain when you heard his voice. "Are you happy now?" was what it told you. At first, you thought it was all in your head, but then you got smacked in the face by reality. Literally. I wonder if you can guess who did it?!

"Wake up, sheep!"

Bingo.

Wincing, you swatted him away with your hand. He didn't leave. At least, you were back in your warm cozy bed. "What do you want old hermit?"

Ignoring you, he smacked you in the face again. "That's for not dying! My lord is madder than ever with me thanks to you!"

"Good! Go away! And stop hitting me or I'll command Bendy to tie you up outside in the rain!" you shouted.

"I'm sick of this... The game's over! You lose! You were never going to win anyway because I had the trump card from the beginning. I can't believe that everyone forgot about this! The very thing that'll end all of this...," he declared holding up the rifle to your head. All of the blood drained from your face as you went numb from fear.

"Y-You can't...? H-How can...?" you tried to ask something, but everything was sucked out of you when you realized that it wasn't going to matter anyway. It was the end.

"It was nice being your rival while it lasted. I'll be sure to tell Bendy that you still loved him when you're gone. It's the least I can do. Now, sayonara!" he yelled.

Just as he was about to pull the trigger, the door swung open to reveal Boris at the door. His teeth were bared and his fur was on end. An evil glow was bright in his eyes as he snarled savagely at Sammy. He looked ready to tear him apart with his own two hands. Sammy's gaze darted for the door and he wished he took the shot while he had a chance.

Racing forward, Boris snatched the gun from Sammy's hands only to have it fall out of his as well. The rifle skidded across the floor to the other end of the room causing it to accidentally go off and shoot the wall. The loud bang rang in your ears as you saw Boris and Sammy rioting in the middle of the room. The music director kept looking back to his rifle as if waiting for the correct moment to slip away and grab it. Boris lunged forward making Sammy go crashing backwards onto his back. Before Boris could pin him down, Sammy side rolled out of the way and raced for the gun. Boris stumbled down onto the floor still growling savagely.

The gun was raised to the air, but it wasn't held by Sammy... but by Bendy. He raised the gun to meet Sammy's chest and the music director stopped. Boris stopped. You could only stare, completely numb inside. Bendy was now in charge.

"M-My lord! I think that you should probably... put that down or something... I wasn't doing anything! Boris just attacked me out of the blue! I was defending myself!" Sammy protested before anyone could say anything.

"No...," Bendy replied. He voice was deep and serious. Deeper and more distorted than you had ever heard it before except for when he stood before Joey about to kill him. The numb feeling left and was replaced with fear.

Boris slowly stood to his feet. The growling noise in his throat became more and more violent. "Shoot him, Bendy. I say it's justified enough."

Sammy laughed in Boris's face. "Hah! You?! Suggest for him to kill me?! The nicest wolf to ever be in a child's cartoon show... I doubt you actually mean it! Neither of you has the guts to kill me! Joey and I tore you up easily enough though, Boris..."

"Bendy killed Henry easily enough. He can do it again."

Your gaze turned back to Bendy. He looked unfazed by the situation. If anything he looked completely calm. This was almost scary considering that the rifle he was holding was almost as tall as he was.

"You're bluffing! You must be!" Sammy yelled desperately.

"How could you think that I-!!"

"JUST STOP IT!!" a voice shouted over everyone else's. You didn't say a word. Neither had Boris or Sammy. When you all looked over, you saw Bendy standing with the rifle in his hands, but his presence was more commanding than it had ever been.

"Bendy... He's a murderer... Why are you-?" Boris started. Bendy didn't let him finish.

"I'm not defending him. I'm punishing him accordingly. Technically, he hasn't shot anyone yet, so that doesn't mean that I should. But... He did hurt (y/n)... And I can't forgive that. So... here's what we're going to do...," Bendy explained. His voice was quiet but he sounded like a teacher holding himself back from wrangling a student.

Sammy blinked unsure of what to do. "Wh-What do you mean...?"

"You're coming with me!" Bendy hissed.

With that, the two of them left the room. Boris promptly followed. There you were, once again. Alone. You tried to imagine what they were going to do to him. The fact that you didn't know was enough to nearly drive you crazy. Was it evil or benign? Did it involve torture or murder? Were they even doing anything? Were they just standing in the middle of a room playing cards? Suddenly, you heard a past conversation between you and Bendy that fit this situation all too well.

"Also, I'm going to need this."

"What's that for...?"

"Oh... Nothing."

Doesn't that line sound familiar?