With a groan, he slowly sat up, only to become face-to-face with Bendy as the demon grabbed him by the straps of his suspenders. Sammy glanced up in time to receive a swift punch to the face, sending him flying across the room and cracking his mask. "THAT "TENDER SHEEP" IS OUR FRIEND, YA PSYCHO!!!" "I offer you this tender sheep! Please, return me to-" "A-Ah! M-My Lord!" He stammered, dropping the weapon and falling to his knees, bowing his head. You, tied up and dying a slow, painful death, and Sammy in front of you wielding a bloodstained axe. Gasping, he turned around to see Bendy, Boris, and Alice standing there, their eyes wide with horror as they witnessed the scene before them: "Sammy I swear if ya call me "Lord" one more ti-" ![]() Your sacrifice will appease Lord Bendy quite-" "Hush, my little sheep," he whispered softly, tracing his thumb over the wound, the blood mixing in with ink. Meanwhile, Sammy only watched you writhe in agony, before stepping forward and putting a hand over your cut. Then you started to panic as you struggled to get out of the ropes binding your hands together, desperate to cover the cut before you lost too much blood. You tried to scream out in pain, but the only sounds you could make were pained gurgles as blood began trickling down your neck, splattering the pentagram below your feet in crimson paint. Without warning, the ink monster turned around and swung the axe at you, the dull blade slicing your throat. "Sammy, you know that Bendy considers me a close friend. You didn't see Bendy, Boris, Alice, or any of them as just figures on the screen! They were all like a family to you. "He cares not for a traitor.he only cares for the loyal and for the ones who don't just seem him as a simple, silly cartoon." "You think he cares about you? Hah," he scoffed, walking away to pick up an axe off the floor. "What will happen when Bendy does show up and sees me tied up?! He'll have your head for sure" "And what I understand is that you're out of your goddamn mind," you retorted. HE WILL UNDERSTAND THAT I AM HIS PROPHET!!" "He will finally understand how much I truly adore him! And how badly I want to be free of this.prison. ![]() "Of course he would!" He looked back at you, his tone of voice becoming low and aggressive as he clenched his fists. "Hate to burst your bubble, Sammy.but I don't think Bendy will appreciate you putting him on a pedestal-" "The truth that Bendy is our one, true, lord and savior!"įor a few moments, you stared at him, baffled, though you shook your head. "To become enlightened and see the truth!" Sammy exclaimed suddenly, throwing his hands up and gazing up at the ceiling. ![]() "Oh.but I don't need to go anywhere, little sheep, for I am already there. However, Sammy only chuckled once more, as though he was amused by your threat. "Why don't you go to Hell?" You growled, spitting some of the cursed liquid at his mask, leaving a splatter of it between the eyes. It wasn't a pleasant smell nor taste, least to say. "Exactly." He dropped his hand, although he did leave your lips and chin coated with ink. Behind that mask of his, you could tell that he was smirking like the psychopath he was. Opening your eyes, you glowered at the man-if you can even call him that anymore-standing before you. There's no need to strain that wonderful voice of yours, is there?" "HELP!! SOMEBODY!! HELP ME-!" You tried to scream out, only for your mouth to suddenly be covered by an inky hand.
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