A/N:
I asked user River (On Quotev) who their favorite Bendy and Pals: Short Stories character was so far, and they said that they liked Sammy. So, I got the genius idea to make another chapter with Sammy. Don't be 'friad to check 'em out. Enjoy! ^w^
The text down below shows a story that is purely non-cannon to the actual game, but it may contain spoilers, so proceed at your own risk!
Bendy and the Ink Machine belongs to TheMeatly.
Bold is Ink Demon Bendy
It was once another day down in ink hell, and nothing seamed to change.
That is, however, if you don't count a some-what depressed and disappointed music director.
"How long must it take to please my Lord...?" Sammy muttered, looking at the Bendy mask that he placed on the table in front of him. "How many tries and attempted sacrifices of the sheep must it take...?"
Sammy had successfully recaptured the 'sheep' around ten times, but Henry always had found a way to escape. The passed few, Henry was saved by Allison and Tom. Sammy got scaled by the angel, but the wolf clone had found a way to cheer up the poor music director. Once the three left, Tom's successful cheering-up slowly faded away, leaving Sammy in his empty, quiet sanctuary once again.
"That's it!" Sammy said, hitting the table with realization. "If I can't get my Lord pleased..." He grabbed the mask and placed it back over his inky face. "Then I'll have to find a new Lord to please..."
Sammy walked away from the table and out of his sanctuary, leaving inky foot prints in his wake...
Tom glanced at his small deck of cards in his mechanical hand. Narrowing his pie-cut eyes, he slowly turned his head to the side to look at Henry, who was sitting across from the clone with his own small deck of cards in hand.
Tom knew that the former animator wouldn't try to cheat in a game of cards, but the clone couldn't help but be skeptical. He just wanted to be sure...
A sudden knock on the safe house door, broke Tom out of his thoughts. The two looked at the door. Now who in their right mind would knock on the door in the middle of hell?
Tom looked at Henry, who also returned the same look of confusion. Tom placed his cards downwards on the table and scooted his chair away from the table a bit. Getting onto his feet, Tom made his way to the door. He stopped at the door, unsure of what he should do next. He placed his head against the door, listening for another knock.
Another knock is what he got for a reply.
Tom moved slightly away from the door in shock. Fixing up his posture, he gripped the door handle with his mechanical hand, and opened the door...
"Greetings my Lord."
"Huh...?" Tom couldn't say anything else...
Did Sammy Lawrence just call the Boris clone... My... Lord!?
Henry tilted to the side. Sammy was on his knees in the doorway, and Tom looked heavily confused.
"Uhh... Sammy?" Henry asked. "I don't think Tom is Bend-"
"Stay out of this sheep!" Sammy snapped, harshly glaring at Henry. The corrupted music director then looked up at Tom and clasped his hands together in a praying-like motion. "Now... My Lord... What shall I do to please you...?"
Tom continued to stare at Sammy with pure confusion. He shook his head and slowly closed the door. Sammy watched the door close obliviously, unaware of what the clone was doing.
With the door completely closed, something in Sammy's mind clicked.
"My... Lord...?"
Allison was out and about, killing any hostile ink monstrosities that came in her path.
Behind a Bendy cut-out, Sammy sat in a ball with his arms wrapped around his legs, admiring the angel's bravery.
"Mmm..." Sammy muttered. "My new Lord is so beautiful..."
Allison stopped. She swore she heard a voice. It was loud and clear, so it coming from the ink wasn't a possibility. She turned around to look at the Bendy cut-out.
Sammy stiffened. He was on the verge of fan-girling. "My Lord... She looked at me..." Sammy whispered.
Allison took a few steps closer to the cardboard cut-out, pointing her sword at it cautiously. "Who's there?!" the angel demanded. "Show yourself!"
Sammy froze.
"I said to show yourself!" Allison commanded. She took some more steps forwards.
Sammy scrambled away from the shelter the cut-out failed to give him. He slipped, stood up on his feet, then went to his knees and bowed to Allison. "My lovely Lord..." the corrupted music director began. "What shall I do to... Please you...?"
Allison lowered her sword. Sammy looked up at the angel, hoping that she would tell him something that would please her. Then finally, Sammy could be free of this inky prison-like bod-
"Stand up."
Sammy stood up.
"Unclasp your hands."
Sammy did what the angel said.
"Go back to the Music Department."
Sammy turned around and started walking towards the Music Department.
"...Sammy..."
Sammy looked up to the Ink Demon. "Yes...?"
Bendy took a deep breath. "Why... Are ya... Worshipin'... A toilet?"
Sammy looked at the toilet in front of him. Candles were placed on the lid and ritual circles were poorly draw on the walls with ink.
Sammy looked back at Bendy. "I'm... Worshiping my... Lord."
"What?" Bendy was now confused.
Sammy nodded and faced the poor toilet. "I pray to my Lord. Hopefully... My Lord will free me... For He will set us free!"
"Toilets don't have genders," Bendy said flatly.
"YOU HAVE TO BELIEVE!" Sammy yelled. His Can I Get An Amen? mode was now active.
Bendy walked out of the bathroom, only to be met up with Allison, Tom, and Henry.
"He's become desperate, hasn't he?" Allison asked.
Bendy nodded. "He's worshipin' a toilet now," the Ink Demon said.
"He needs some help," Tom muttered, remembering his unfortunate encounter with said music director.
"I think that, since he's so desperate, help won't work for 'em," Bendy stated, glancing at the bathroom entrance.
"So," Henry began. "Sammy's now worshiping because he can't seam to 'please' Bendy?"
The other three nodded somberly.
"SHEEP!" Sammy screeched from the bathroom. "I'M DONE WITH THE TOILET!" Sammy emerged from the bathroom. He pointed at Bendy. "I want my Lord and savoir back."
"Take him," Allison, Tom, and Henry said at the same time. The three left the Ink Demon to the music director.
"Wait-" Bendy felt Sammy breath down his inky neck, despite the fact that the demon was at least a few feet taller than him. It gave him the chills...
Scraped Idea #11:
Sammy breaks out into a song... (Me: THIS AIN'T NO MUSICAL! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!)
Scraped Idea #12:
Sammy worships Henry, but then Sammy doesn't have a sheep, Henry would be even more confused and weirded out by his co-worker, and I would probably have 'ta use more brain power for this chapter...
Scraped Idea #13:
Sammy worships Alice, but she's dead, so that ain't gonna work... And I don't think Sammy's crazy enough to start worshiping the dead.
Wow... This one took much longer than I wanted it to. Huh... I guess that's what happens when I'm trying to type longer chapter off of a small idea...
Yeah, I need more ideas. Do you, fellow reader, have an idea of what I should do for any future chapters? If ya do, leave a comment, and I'll be sure to see what you and your beautiful minds come up with. I might not do every idea ya give me, so please don't be disappointed if your idea doesn't become a chapter.
Anyways, this is the Fox saying, "See you guys soon!".
