Warnings: None. this is pure fluff between Sammy and a dog.

Rated: Ehhh it's G but also T because swearing that is bound to come but it won't be a lot.

A drawing of the dog is on my Tumblrs RegularPsycho13 and DemonPirate13. I also started a comic based on this fic. It'll be on DemonPirate13 and my Tapas account RegularPsycho

That said, this was the result of a picture involving Sammy and the anthro version of my fursona. This then resulted in a comic. The cover of which is finished now. Needless to say, I kept getting sidetracked last night with multiple things started. Some is finished now.

Enjoy!

Sammy huffed as the last parts of him reformed. Bendy had attacked him instead of his sheep, who had gotten away apparently. He was confused. What did he do wrong? Why did his Lord attack him?

Once he knew he was as stable as he could be, Sammy got to his feet, put his mask on, and went through the other door in the Sacrifice room, up through the infirmary, before being back to the Music Department.

Should he try again? Maybe his Lord didn't want that sheep… for some reason he wasn't sure why. However, he's not going to be able to find another sacrifice for a while.

"What to do….what to do…" He muttered as he walked around the lobby of the music department.

It hurt to be attacked by his savior. The feeling of pain and melting from his claws hurt more than…. than… gee. What did it hurt more than? Sammy didn't remember much about his old life anymore. Only thing he could think of was when he was killed. That alone was painful.

And what Bendy did tonight was just as or even more painful than when he was killed by that… no. He didn't deserve to have his named mentioned. Not even in his subconscious.

"I guess I could go look for Butcher Gang members down below. Try and sacrifice them… but then there was that angel that was angry at me. Not sure why though." Sammy mumbled possible ideas to himself. "Or maybe that sheep didn't get himself killed just yet…"

As he paced around the lobby, muttering to himself, he tried to think of a way to make his Lord happy again so he could set him and the others free. But… it seemed like he was a little…too happy about killing him. Or attempting to anyway.

Perhaps he has been following a false God all along. Maybe he wasn't going to set him free and just attack him all over again. Next time Sammy may not get as lucky as he was tonight. The puddles was the last place he wanted to go back to.

"Why can't I be free!?" He shouted. "What did I do to deserve-" Whimper.

Sammy stopped pacing at the odd yet somehow familiar noise. Listening carefully, he soon heard another whine and a scratching noise.

Looking at the exit door, he tilted his head. Was the noise coming from there? It had to be. He never heard a Searcher make such realistic whining sounds. Cries maybe, but not whimpers.

For a moment, the noises stopped. Sammy wondered if he lost more sanity after being attacked and was just hearing things. Right when he was about to walk away from the door, the scratching came back with a even louder whimper. Someone was on the other side of the door, and they wanted inside. Badly.

"Foolish creature." Sammy said. "It's stupid for wanting to come in… wait."

There was something he remembered. Through this door was a hallway and some more doors. One had a staircase going down as well as up to the main floor along with a few floors above it. Another door had a staircase that led you to a emergency exit. And other rooms for animators or the band to store their instruments.

…How did a dog, that's what he's assuming it was, get inside the building? It would've had to go through a door somehow. Or maybe a window that was by the emergency exit. Nevertheless, it shouldn't be there.

The whining continued and Sammy just so happened to glance down and saw the stairs were flooded…again. Assuming the door wouldn't open due to the ink, he went and pulled the pump real quick.

As he did, the dog became startled when it heard the sudden noise. Sniffing the floor, the scent that it smelt had walked away. Whimpering again, the dog laid down on the floor.

Poor thing was freezing. No one in the studio, but Henry, knew that it was Fall now. The weather, while still pleasant, was getting cold. Especially now that it was nighttime.

It trembled and curled up, trying to keep warm.

Suddenly the floorboards creaked loudly, jolting the dog from it's own thoughts about what to do. Listening, it heard footsteps coming down what seemed to be stairs. Sniffing again, it realized that the sent came back!

The door opened with a loud creak and the dog sat up excitedly, hoping this human was a good human and not a bad one. Not like it's owner that it had ran away from.

It's old owner had kept it on a chain outside day in and day out. It was a heavy chain on it's smaller body. The lack of a dog house didn't help the situation. What did help was the blanket and water bowl. Fortunately, It wasn't used for breeding due to being fixed at some point.

The man did starve the dog though, to the point that it's ribs were showing slightly. But being alone made it….well, lonely. At some point the man took the chain off and told the dog to scram. Not losing this chance, the dog obeyed and ran as far as it's legs could take it.

After many weeks of being a collard stray, the dog came across a older building. Sniffing the ground, there was a lot of scents in there. Maybe one was a good human? There was so many… one had to be good. Just one.

It took a while, but the dog found a opening through a window and squeezed it's body through. Finally feeling better since it was out of the cold and cruel night.

However, it was still shivering as it wandered through the halls and stairs, going to the closest scent that it caught. But then there was a door keeping the one from getting to the other.

Getting up on it's hind legs, it started scratching and whimpering at the door. That scent was close. SO close! It just had to get the other's attention. It could hear what sounded like a man talking on the other side. Eventually the man left and that's when the dog laid down. Right before getting startled back onto it's paws as it heard a loud noise before the floors and door creaked as it opened up.

In the light, the dog saw the ma- wait. That wasn't a man…

Whimpering again, the dog cowered and backed up until it was against the wall across from the new creature it never saw before.

It had never seen a person looking so black and….wet, maybe? It's face was also strange though the dog recognized the clothing. It's old owner wore something similar.

Sammy pulled his mask to the side of his head so he could get a good look at the fearful dog.

The dog was smaller, maybe 40-50 pounds. He could see it was grayish with some darker gray on it's back, ears, muzzle and back paws. It had stunning blue eyes. And it had some white on it's chest, stomach, front paws, and tail.

Overall, it was a mutt with it's one pointed yet still a little floppy ear and it's completely flopped over ear. He didn't have a clue as to what mix it was.

Then there was the collars that the dog was wearing. One seemed to be a basic black leather collar and a chain choker above it. Both wrapped tightly around the little one's neck.

"Poor thing." Sammy slowly bent down to it's level. "Will you let me take those nasty things off you?"

In response, the dog whined and curled up tighter. As Sammy crawled over to it, knowing that a cornered dog could attack easily even though it really wouldn't matter in this case, he continued to speak softly. Even singing a lullaby-type song.

He noticed the dog seemed to of liked his singing when it's tail began to wag slightly. It even rolled over a little so that it was on it's side.

"I suppose I should check your gender, hm?" Sammy said, now kneeling beside it. Glancing down, he could tell from how it was laying that the dog with him was a female. "Ah. You're a girl. Heh. I used to have a dog as a kid. Sister and I loved her till she died. Her name was Lucy."

Lucy Lulu… been a long time since he thought about that dog. Hell, he was surprised he even remembered he had a sister or the dog's name!

"Lulu." The dog gave an alert look. "Do you like that? Lulu?"

She barked in response. The dog did like that name. She wasn't sure if she even had one anyway. So it was nice having one now.

Gently, Sammy took the chain and the collar off of the dog and rubbed the parts where the chain started to embed into the soft neck.

"Must be painful, hm?" Sammy hummed, noting the ribs that he could see.

Fortunately, the neck didn't seem too badly damaged. He might have some bandages in the infirmary that he could use for it.

"Come." Sammy patted his knee as he got up and walked through the door.

While hesitant, she did follow and Sammy shut the door again once she was on the stairs, waiting for him to follow.

Since the dog seemed to be small enough to be picked up, he wanted to carry her down to the infirmary but didn't want to cover her in even more ink than he already did.

"Follow me, Lulu." He patted his knee again and she obeyed by following him down the hall and then down some stairs.

Once in the infirmary, Sammy got some bandages and a towel. He also found what might be some medicine for an infected wound. Sitting the on the floor, he picked Lulu up so she was in his lap.

Then he got the towel wet with the medicine and wiped it along her neck. She cried out, possibly from pain, but he kept singing to her the same song from before since it calmed her down moments ago.

Once her wound was clean, he wrapped her neck with the bandages.

"There. That should be better." Sammy said, finishing up.

Lulu had stopped crying once he put the towel down and bandaged her neck. She was feeling a lot better now. But she was still hungry.

They sat there for a while. Lulu in Sammy's lap as he pet her ear, being careful not to get ink into it. It was relaxing and got his mind off of things. That's when he remembered that it was pretty common knowledge that petting dogs or other pets were good stress relievers for both the human and the canine or other animal.

But he was not a human anymore. He could tell the dog was petrified when she first saw him. But now she didn't seem to mind. If anything, she liked his hideous prison of a body.

"Then again… I'm probably the first person to treat you decently in a long time, huh girl?" Sammy said, not being so insane that he thought dogs could talk. He wasn't that far gone just yet.

In response, the dog rolled over to her back with her belly up.

"Ah. You want belly rubs, Lulu?" The dog's ears perked up and she wiggled in his lap. Sammy chuckled. "Alright." He began to rub her belly.

This was the kind of company that Sammy didn't mind having. But he knew he couldn't keep her here. He had no way of taking care of her.

Plus, it was clearly cold out. Maybe Fall or Winter since the dog was cold when he first touched her but has since warmed up. So he couldn't kick the dog outside and hope for the best. She found a way in one time and could probably do it again anyway.

Luckily, she wasn't very old. Maybe 2-3 years.

But that made him want to help her even more. She was young and clearly full of life despite her rough beginning. He didn't want to watch her die or kick her out and hope she made it to a safe place.

"Sheep sheep…. Sheep." Sammy stopped what he was about to sing and stopped rubbing her belly too. "…That's it."

It'll be dangerous but…. That was it.

That Sheep from tonight, he had to be alive still. If Sammy found him and convinced him that he wasn't going to sacrifice him anymore, maybe he'll trust him enough to let Sammy lead him to a exit. All he wants in return is for the dog to have a good home.

Right now, he didn't even want to be set free. He just wanted the dog safe and sound. I mean, who could say 'no' to such a cute face?

He still didn't recognize the sheep but he feels like he knew him. Chances are that he's a good guy so maybe he'll keep her.

"It's gonna be a scary journey throughout the studio but we got to find him. He's still here…somewhere…" Sammy said, noticing the dog was back to laying on her stomach.

Lulu wasn't sure what the strange man meant but she hoped they could rest for a little bit. And get some food. Did he even need to eat or sleep? She wondered.

"Hmmm." Sammy hummed. "I think all we have is bacon soup but… it's better than nothing. Hopefully you won't get sick off of it."

Before doing anything, he had to get something in the dog. Hell knows how long she has gone without food already.

"Come on." Sammy set her down and stood up.

She quickly followed him up the stairs and over to his office. Opening the door, he gently pushed her in and shut the door to keep her safe. Luckily the searchers didn't dare go in there.

Lulu whined in a confused way but figured he would be back. The room was warm and much better than the cold outside.

So she went and laid down by the desk, waiting for the man to return.

Several minutes later, he opened the door with two bowls. After kicking the door shut with his foot, he walked over to her and set them down. Looking inside, she saw water and food.

"It should be cooled down now." Sammy said, sitting with his legs crossed and watched her begin to eat.

He was just really hoping it wouldn't make her sick. He checked the ingredients on the back and from what he could tell, they were all safe for a dog to consume. He was also happy that he knew of a room with running water that didn't have ink mixed in.

As he watched Lulu eat, he began to think of a plan. The sheep, if still here, had probably gone down below. Which means he'll have to find him and possibly run into the angel in the process.

Sammy didn't want to leave the dog here, so she'll have to go with him. He just hoped she'll stay by his side.

Then there was his Lord. He was still around. If he tried to kill him without a second though then… Sammy didn't want to think about him killing a innocent dog for no reason.

The water bowl moving slightly brought him out of his thoughts. Looking in both, he saw they were empty and the dog sitting happily across from him, tail wagging behind her.

"Well, I suppose we have no time to lose. Let's go find that sheep."

In response, the dog laid down and yawned.

"…Or." Sammy changed his mind. "We can rest for a while."

Watching the dog curl up, he began to sing a lullaby. Soon, she was asleep.