Wally's arm and Boris's help stirred him from his anxious thoughts, from the few memories he had. Sammy smiled as he pressed closer to Wally, arms wrapped loosely around Boris in a hug. His heart rate was still beating far too fast, and the panic was still there, but it was finally dying down again.

"You okay?" Wally whispered to him.

"Of course, why wouldn't I be?" Sammy replied, trying to keep his voice stable between the shaking breath and the laughing from Boris nuzzling against him.

Wally was quiet but soon spoke. "Just checkin'," he commented quietly, his voice showing that he didn't fully believe that.

After several minutes of listening to the video Wally and Shawn found, a video from a YouTube gamer playing a game he kept insisting he was the king of, his heart rate started to calm down again, the panic attack finally slowing to a near stop. The man they found was surprisingly funny, and his voice sounded fairly nice.

The next video was the same man they were just watching, but this one he was talking with his dog and buying a van.

Soon, a couple people walked in. Wally or Shawn, whoever held the laptop, paused the video to talk to them.

"Hey," Grant greeted.

"Hey," Shawn called back.

"Do you know da wae?" Wally asked, grin obvious in his voice.

"What?!" Grant and Joey asked in unison

Sammy brought a hand up to his face with a sigh but continued to smile softly. He wasn't about to admit it, but he did find it funny.

.~.~.~.

Joey watched the toons rather than the computer in his lap, watching Bendy as he curled up in a chair with his plushie while Alice watched birds outside the window along with Edgar; Charley and Barely were entertaining themselves with a floor puzzle near their play-tent-house.

He turned to look at the two on the couch next to him as he pulled up another video. Grant sat directly next to him, keeping his eyes closed to rest them after straining them for long, his arm resting around Sammy's shoulders. Meanwhile, Sammy was leaning against Grant as he played with Boris.

It was nice to see them relaxed after everything. Truth be told, he never thought they'd even be human again, much less be relaxed and even happy again.

A noise at the window got his attention, as well as everyone else's. He looked up to see Alice batting at the window, little snow flakes gently floating down from the sky. "Watching the snow, Alice?" he asked, smiling lightly.

Boris perked up at that, racing to the window and barking excitedly, waking up Bendy on accident. The commotion caused Bendy and the rest of the Butcher Gang to run to the window as well.

"Snow!" Bendy cried excitedly. "Real snow! Not like the animated snow!" He turned excitedly to Joey, turning back into his toon form as he did so. "Can we go outside?!"

"Well, I think we should ask Henry first, but otherwise I don't see why not," Joey answered.

Bendy smiled widely and ran off to ask Henry, Boris and Alice soon following suit in their toon forms as well. Soon enough, several pairs of footsteps headed towards the room, the toons running in closely followed by all the humans who were formerly cleaning the room.

"Bendy, put on a coat first, it's cold out there!" Henry called as Bendy ran straight for the door. He quickly ran up and wrangled the little demon, putting the tiny coat on him. "Back yard, I don't want to explain this to my neighbors yet," he added, leading the toons towards the back door.

Wally and Norman walked up to the couch. "Wanna come outside, too, Sammy?" Wally asked.

Sammy looked in his vague direction and nodded hesitantly.

.~.~.~.

Not long later, everyone was outside playing in the fresh snow. Wally and Shawn were the first to initiate a snowball fight, dragging the toons into it soon after they finished building a snowman. Well, Alice and Bendy built the snowman anyway, Boris ran around trying to eat the snowflakes

Henry leaned against the back of the bench, smiling as he watched everyone else have fun. Beside him on the bench were Joey and Sammy, Joey watching everyone else and Sammy messing with some snow he picked up and forming it into a ball.

"Henry, where's Wally?" Sammy asked, getting Henry's attention. He finished rubbing the sharp edge out of the snowball he in his hands... his glove-less hands...

"He's on the right side of the yard," Henry answered, a little curious as to why Sammy wanted to know. "Also, please put your gloves back on."

"You try wearing gloves when you're missing fingers, it's uncomfortable," Sammy replied calmly. His feet weren't the only body parts he was missing, he was also missing both his pinkie fingers, small stubs on each hand as an eerie reminder of what was once there. Interestingly, so far this appeared to be the first instance of him actually minding that fact.

A smirk spread across his lips as he seemed to focus on something. Suddenly, he pulled his hand back and threw the snowball, hitting Wally square in the back.

"Hey!" Wally cried, turning to glare at him, not that Sammy would notice his face, just the tone of his voice.

"Direct hit!" Sammy called to him with a laugh as he celebrated.

"I see how it is," Wally said, a grin coming to his own face. Quickly, he knelt down and formed a ball of snow that he threw at Sammy.

"Oh, it's on!" Sammy cried after getting hit. He leaned down to pick up more snow from in front of the bench, forming another ball and launching it as hard as he could. Miraculously, even though Wally tried to dodge, it was still a direct hit.

Henry and Joey both exchanged glances of confusion that no one else seemed to notice, silently asking each other the same question.

Wally ran over and scooped Sammy up. "If you wanna play dirty, then come out here and join us!" he said, only for Sammy to shove some snow directly into his face with a laugh. "You little-!" he cried in shock.

Sammy just laughed, wrapping his arms around his neck so Wally couldn't even think of dropping him. "Did you really think I didn't have a trick up my sleeve, Franks?" he asked.

"I call having Sammy on my team!" Shawn called, standing up behind his team's fort.

"Sure, if you want a sneaky, little weasel," Wally muttered.

While everyone else went back to their game, Henry and Joey just stared on in shock. "You saw that, too, right?" Henry whispered to Joey. "I'm not just going crazy, right?"

"I saw it, but I don't believe it," Joey answered. "Either he's not really completely blind, or there's something else. There's no way he should have been able to hit Wally with perfect accuracy from a distance like that."

"Maybe with more time, but that fast... it hasn't even been a week yet, I doubt he could have managed that in such a short period of time, everyone's still getting used to being human again," Henry added.

"I suspect the ink had some more permanent effects that we didn't know about," Joey explained. "I think that might be part of one of them." He sighed, "I'll have to try to find Murrey Hill and ask him if he has any idea of what happened and if it can be reversed."

The two of them continued to watching the others play in the snow, the toons and the humans broken up into teams against each other. Shawn's team included Susie, Alison, Alice, Sammy, Edgar, and Charley. And Wally's team consisted of Thomas, Norman, Bendy, Boris, Grant, and Barely.

While he was happy to see everyone enjoying their time outside, Henry still walked up and paused the game so he could pick Sammy up out of the snow again and bring him back to the bench. He wasn't a doctor or anything, but he couldn't imagine sitting in the snow for that long was exactly healthy. Besides, if he remembered right, Sammy was never one for the cold.

Sure enough, after they were both seated on the bench again, Sammy leaned closer to him and shivered. Still, he seemed pretty happy, probably because he wasn't in the studio anymore.

"Cold?" Henry asked him, smiling as he wrapped an arm around Sammy's shoulders.

Sammy leaned against him more and nodded.

Henry stood up, much to Sammy's annoyance. "Here," he whispered, gently placing his arms under Sammy's knees and at his back to pick him up again. "Let's go inside, okay?"

"Okay," Sammy agreed.

.~.~.~.

Henry sat down on the coach next to Sammy, carefully handing him a mug of hot chocolate before taking a careful sip from his own cup. "Enjoy playing outside with everyone else?" he asked, staring up a conversation.

Sammy took a sip and nodded softly.

"Can I ask you a question?" Henry asked quietly after an awkward pause. He wasn't sure if it was a good idea to bring it up or not, but he still decided to build up the courage and just ask. "How did you manage to hit Wally like that?"

Sammy paused. "Honestly? I really don't know," he answered, milky white eyes staring downward. "Didn't think it would work, I just threw the snowball in the direction that felt right and it hit," he explained. A slight smile came to his lips. "It's weird, it's like I could feel exactly where Wally was, Boris too, but that doesn't make sense. I couldn't tell where anyone else was unless I could hear them."

Henry sipped his hot chocolate as he processed that information. That... seemed impossible... but was it? Turning people into ink creatures and cartoons was something that he thought was impossible but Joey seceded in, and turning the ink and cartoons back to humans should have been even harder, much less separating them all into their own separate beings again.

"Belief can make you succeed. Belief can make you rich. Belief can make you powerful. Why, with enough belief, you can even cheat death itself!"

Joey was always obsessed with making the impossible possible, and after all these years, he certainly succeeded, just as he said he would. He just hoped that Joey would be able to forgive himself someday and find a way to reverse the other possible effects of the ink if needed.

"Henry?"

He was pulled from his thoughts abruptly, causing him to quickly turn back towards Sammy. "Yeah?" he asked.

"You were so quiet, I was starting to wonder if you were even still here," Sammy stated. He turned to face his, eyes still open. "What were you thinking about?"

Henry's mink scrambled to find an answer, unsure how exactly to explain it. "It's nothing, just thinking of the past, that's all," he answered. "And what Joey said to me about making the impossible possible," he added with an awkward laugh. He turned back to look at Sammy and froze with a slight gasp.

"What's wrong?" Sammy asked, alarm sounding in his voice.

"It's just... your eyes," Henry said, voice shaking. His eyes kept focusing only on Sammy's, zeroing in past the milky white color to the basic shape of the irises. Pie-cut, just like the old cartoons that he and Joey had used for inspiration.

"What about 'em?"

Henry sighed, leaning back on the couch and staring up at the ceiling as he tried to figure out how to explain it. "I don't know how to explain this but... You have cartoon eyes," he said after a minute of trying to word the sentence.

"So?" Sammy asked, getting Henry to look at him again. "Henry, these past several years I've spent as a living ink creature-cartoon thing, Wally says I even have Boris's freckles mixed in with human ones now, I'm honestly not surprised that another cartoon aspect carried over."

When he put it that way, Henry felt a little silly.

"So, are my eyes a problem?" Sammy asked, genuinely curious about it and actually looking a little concerned.

"As long as you don't think they are, I don't think they are," Henry answered, smiling brightly as he brought an arm up and lay it across Sammy's shoulders, which brought a smile to his face. "I think they fit quite well, actually."

{~ So... I meant for this to be out either Sunday night or Monday morning but I ended up rewriting the first half of this about 3-4 times before I ended up with something I was happy enough with. Also, a lot more 'lore' included here ^-^ . Thanks for reading ^-^ ~!~}

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