Note: There's been a theory that Sammy might be Boris. Personally, I don't believe it but decided to write an AU if that was the case. I do think Sammy is still alive…somewhere. Maybe we'll come across him again in Chapters 4 or 5.

Summary: Sammy wakes up to find he had a new body… just not the one he wanted. He finds his sheep after he broke free and decides to try again. But then his sheep introduces himself. Now Sammy is feeling guilty and afraid to speak to Henry.

Meanwhile, Henry is confused as to why Boris tried to attack him but stopped after telling him his name. Then broke down to practically sobbing and acting afraid of him.

This is basically Chapter 3 with Sammy's thoughts mixed in at first. Eventually i'm going to continue on to what might happen in Chapter 4 and maybe 5. Which is another reason why it's an AU. But first few chapters will basically be Chapter 3 as a whole then it's my version of Chapters 4 and 5. Enjoy!

P.S. Any spelling typos or grammar mistakes is due to writing this at 2 in the morning.

Sammy the Wolf AU
Chapter 1 -

Sammy groaned as he opened his black, inky eyes. He was laying on the floor and could see the Bendy mask beside him. Reaching out for it, he had to do a second take when he saw a white glove instead of a black hand.

"Huh?" Sammy was confused. Why did he have a white glove on?

Sitting up, he then realized that he had a snout. When he looked down at himself, he saw he still had overalls on, even though they looked a little different than the ones he was wearing before, and was wearing black shoes.

"Wait…" He muttered.

Overalls? Check.
White Gloves? Check.
Black Shoes? Check.
Snout? Check…
Wolf Ears….?

Reaching up, he couldn't believe what he was feeling… Those were definitely wolf ears on his head!

Now that his body had reformed completely, Sammy quickly got up and rushed to the nearest mirror.

"When I said I wanted to be free from that body…I meant I wanted to be human again." He mumbled to himself. "Ah well…I guess Boris is better than that old body…"

Sammy then thought about his sheep. He wasn't hearing any screams so did Bendy completely ignore him? Walking through the door to the room that he left him, he was surprised to see no one there. Not even blood… than again, he always did suck at tying knots. This he remembered perfectly.

"Hmm…" Sammy hummed and started to walk around another way to the room he thought his sheep might be in now.
He'll have to catch him and try again. Maybe staying in the same room as his sheep this time.

Eventually, Sammy ended up in another room and kicked a soup can across the floor. But as he was about to step out into the light, he stopped when he heard a voice.

"Hello? Someone there? I know someone's in here. Come out and show yourself." Henry said, eyes widening when Boris stepped into the light.

'Perfect' Sammy then realized he didn't have a weapon to knock him out again. 'Not perfect…'

"Boris?" Henry said, surprised.

Sammy nodded with a smile, deciding to stay quiet so the sheep wouldn't get spooked and run away from him.

"What are you doing here? Weren't you…dead…upstairs?" Henry asked and Sammy tilted his head.

'What's he talking about?' Sammy thought to himself.

"Can't talk?" Henry asked and Sammy shook his head. "Okay…are you going to try and kill me too?" He shook his head again. "Good. Do you know of a safe place?"

Sammy thought for a moment.

'If I remember right, there was a place downstairs I used to hide out at before returning to the music department. Things got….hectic….down there and I just wanted to get away.' Sammy thought to himself.

This time, Sammy nodded and pointed to the door with the 'Lift' sign next to it. Well, maybe he can find a weapon down there that he could use.

"Okay." Henry said. "Lead the way, buddy."

Sammy turned around and opened the door.
Hesitantly, Henry followed him, hating that he didn't have a weapon to protect himself with. Why oh why did the ax have to break?

He decided to let Boris lead the way into the elevator since he seemed to of known where he was going.

After going down a floor or two, Boris ended up leading him to a door that seemed big and strong. It has to keep him safe from all the Searchers and Bendy…right? Right.

Boris managed to open the door and they walked inside. After shutting the door, Henry took a look around. There was a table with chairs, what looks to be a furnace or stove, after walking down the hall, he found a bathroom and a room with a bed.

"Pretty homey…" Henry muttered.

When he walked back into the main area, he was surprised to see Boris holding what looked to be a toolbox.

"What are you doing?" Henry asked, eyeing it.

'Exactly what you think…' Sammy thought to himself, a grin appearing across his snout.

Sammy held the toolbox above his head and started walking towards Henry, who was confused and REALLY hated losing that ax.

Henry walked backwards, eventually hitting a wall.

"Wait! Why are you going to kill me!?" Sammy was about to respond before Henry continued. "It's me, HENRY! Remember? I'm your creator!"

Sammy stopped walking, letting that sink in.

'Henry? Henry… that's right… I knew that face looked familiar… oh my God…. I almost killed one of my only friends!' Sammy shakily lowered his arms and eventually dropping the toolbox.

"Boris?" Henry said, worried.

'I almost killed Henry… after so long, I get to see him again… only to almost become his murderer…' Sammy felt inky tears fall from his eyes and down his cheeks as his wolf ears drooped down. 'I want to please my lord but I… I can't kill him…'

Sammy didn't realize it, but he was trembling very hard. He was also whining and trying to hold back a sob.

"Boris…?" Henry slowly took a few steps towards him.

Sammy looked up to him and took a step back every time Henry came towards him. He held out his hands in a way that said 'stop,' hoping he would get the message. He did. Henry stopped walking and kept some distance between them.

'I'm so sorry, Henry.' Sammy wanted to say. 'I'm so sorry for everything.'

But he couldn't bring himself to talk, fearing Henry would hate him and leave him alone. He didn't want to be alone. Other than being human again, Sammy wanted some company. Some HUMAN company.

However… he felt that if he said a word to Henry, that one human being would leave him. Leave him alone to keep suffering in this Hell of a place for probably another 30 years… or however long it has been. He wasn't sure anymore.

"Boris? Are you okay?" Henry asked but all Sammy could do was shake his head. "Are you going to try and kill me now?" He shook his head again, this time quicker than before. "Okay buddy, don't give yourself a headache… if you can get a headache that is."

Sammy sniffled, upset and angry at himself for what he tried to do tonight. That's when he realized something.

Henry wasn't a ink monster or anything…he was still alive but clearly older due to at least a few decades passing by.

'I can't let you suffer my fate…or anyone else's for that matter…' Sammy thought to himself, deciding how to make it up to Henry and maybe, just maybe helping himself in the process.

Turning around, he spotted some paper on the table. Going up to it, he wrote down a message for Henry before sitting down in a chair beside a banjo. He still couldn't remember much but he did remember that the banjo was his favorite instrument.

"Hm?" Henry hummed, slowly walking up to the table, seeing Boris still shaking and looking away from him.

Henry,

I am so sorry for almost hitting you with the toolbox. I've been through… a lot. I couldn't even remember who you were before you told me.
But I'll make it up to you! I don't want to see you die or become a Searcher…or anything ink related really. So I'll help you get out of here! Can't promise I'll be much help but…I'll try.

- Boris the Wolf

"Boris, you can calm down now. I'm not angry. I can't imagine what you've been through but everything will be okay. Thank you for wanting to help me out of here." Henry said, slowly putting a hand on the wolf's shoulder, frowning at his slight jump.

'You forgive Boris the Wolf…but I doubt you'll ever forgive Sammy Lawrence. Not after what I tried to do.' Sammy thought to himself.

"Well, since we might be safe here, why don't we play some card games?" Henry suggested, noticing the deck of cards.

Grabbing another piece of paper, he wrote their names on top with a line dividing them in the middle. Meanwhile, Sammy grabbed the cards and began to shuffle them.

'At least we SHOULD be safe here.' Sammy thought to himself.