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The 'Last' loop - ( Norman x Sammy )

"We can't hold them back much longer!" Shouted Allison, Alarmed. She was holding off some searchers.

Tom was also at it, accompanied by Henry and Sammy. The searchers were just a distraction, something to keep everyone stalling. The Ink Demon was on his way, and they needed time to think of a plan. The time that they didn't have. 

The projectionist was in the back, hiding behind a wall. He was having lots of bad thoughts, the different sides of him fighting over his conscience. He knew that if he attacked, he would probably lose it and end up attacking the others. Attacking Sammy. 

Sammy had a crush on Norman since they had reunited, and Norman was still too oblivious to see it. He cared for Samuel, he really did. But signs were showing that he couldn't trust him, and it was too late to go back. Henry was the only other person in their team who had witnessed what Norman was like when he lost it but thought he was overreacting and had controlled it, which he hadn't.

There were only some very strong searchers left, and they were losing. They needed backup.

"C'mon guys, if we do this now, we can break the cycle! Norman!!! Come and help you Bastard!" Screamed Sammy. He wouldn't usually say that, but he was under a lot of pressure. 

He called again, practically begging for Norman to come and fight for them. Y'know, that's it. He had just broken the tie within Norman. It was over.

"YoU know wĦat, I've ħad it with these førsaken loops!" Said the voice from Norman's projector, glitching as always. Only there was a fit of clear anger in his voice.  He stomped his foot as they defeated the last of the searchers and lost ones, and Sammy froze on the spot and shuddered. What was he doing?

Just then, the ink demon appeared behind Norman, and he didn't know. "Norman!" Henry screamed as the others gasped in unison.  

Then, Bendy tapped the back of his projector, clawing a small mark on it. More ink started to spread. What was he doing, why wasn't he attacking him?

Norman's bulb emitted a dark, black light instead of a yellow one, and even more dripping ink started appearing on the walls. "NÕ, yøÙ be quiêŦ Henry! Eʌəry time ϩΌmethÎng or šoƜeone gȇts in oᵁȓ way, wῌᾷt do ї do? LosЀ my heaɖ. EɅEZRY. GȰDDȺMN TIME!" He shouted and screeched right after. Everyone covered their ears.

Sammy watched in horror as The Projectionist shouted, making demands and complaining. This wasn't like him. Not at all. That's when it struck him. Ink Bendy was using him, corrupting him even further, almost like when Sammy still worshipped him. 

Suddenly Norman stopped shouting and lunged forward at Sammy, scraping him on the arm. His expression was blank. Tom suddenly jumped in and wacked norman with an axe, aiming to knock him out or at least snap him out of it.

It didn't work, instead, it made him angrier. 

"... Did you just try to kill me?." Said Sammy, not expecting an answer. His dreams had been crushed. If he could cry, he would. Norman stared at him, only before turning around and running away, Bendy following behind.

There was silence. What had just happened?..  They were so close to winning. It was as if.. the Demon had a proper conscience now. This was going to get harder.

"I.. I didn't even get a chance..." A chance to confess.

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Sorry for such a weird start to these oneshots and it being so descriptive. Any constructive criticism is appreciated. Any requests are good. 582 words not including this last bit.