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BEFORE I GET SENT IMMENSE DEATH THREATS I JUST WANNA SAY-
THIS CONTAINS SAMMY x BENDY- AKSJHDKAHJ
REALLY RANDOM I KNOW-
JUST HEAR ME OUT MAN-
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OKAY I HAVE NOTHING TO SAY-
BUT IDFK SKIP IT OR NOT I DONT MIND :,/
okok-
*cranks up spotify*
lets do this bitch
Summary ~ Through the past 30 years in the dreadful and god forsaken studio, the prophet known for worshiping an ink demon starts acting strange around his lord. What could possibly be wrong? What if the ink demon himself starts noticing his crazed worshiper acting unusual around his presence?
~Part 1/?~
The sound of ink dripping from the creaky boards above calmed down Sammy's body. The last couple weeks in the studio have been utter hell...in a pleasant way. More than before. Just a few hours ago, Sammy was doing a task from his Lord. Nothing out of the ordinary, right? Fortunately, Sammy considered this the most lovely and interesting experience ever.
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"My Lord, is that all?" Sammy glanced up to the Ink Demon as he gently placed his axe on nearest wall. The Demon gave his prophet a simple task this time around...Just checking on the Lost Ones and Searchers. Sammy still wondered on why the Ink Demon gave him such a simple-to-execute task. Although, Sammy wouldn't dare to question his savior. The Ink Demon gave his signature grin. Oh man, could Sammy look at that grin all day and everyday. It just made his stomach feel weird and he absolutely loved it. The Demon gave a low chuckle and leaned down to Sammy's eye level. Sammy stared at the demon in confusion and...want? He couldn't even describe his own emotions anymore.
"Sammy, my prophet, could I ask a little favor of you?" The Ink Demon asked in a low voice, almost sounding like a growl.
Sammy lightly blushed...if it was even possible under the heavy amounts of ink. "Of course, my Lord! What could you possibly desire-?"
"Before you leave and...do whatever you do...would you mind bringing me Boris? Can't find him anywhere." The Ink Demon grinned at Sammy, awaiting his answer. Although, it's not like Sammy actually had a choice.
Sammy gave a small bow. "Of course my Lord! I'll be back as soon as possible!" Sammy scurried away towards the lower levels.
Notably, things went slightly downhill when Sammy retrieved the lovable wolf, Boris.
You could hear the loud and unnerving sound of hooves clashing on wood. Sammy turned around, Boris still with him. The Ink Demon loomed over Sammy.
"Hello, my Lord. I have retrieved Boris for you." Sammy said with an embarrassed tone, almost as if he was scared of being caught about saying something.
Boris smiled and walked towards Bendy. "Lovely," Bendy grinned. "You're free to go now Boris. I just wanted to see if that fucking mistake of an angel did something again. Or the Butcher Gang. You never know what those freaks are up to." Sammy stood there silently as he saw Boris nod and walk off. Before Boris was fully unable to be seen, he exchanged a glance at Sammy and smirked. Boris then turned away and left.
Sammy slightly tensed. He glanced up at the demon to only catch the demon staring right back at him. Startled, Sammy turned his head away.
He could hear the demon's low voice speak up. "Aw Sammy, there's no need to look away." The Ink Demon slowly stepped forward towards the low-life prophet. Sammy then slowly looked back up to his Lord, his face only a few inches away from his.
The demon stared again for a moment. "Y'know what Sammy, I forgot what you looked like under that old mask of yours..."
Sammy winced. "I'm sorry my Lord, but I'm just an ink blob with no eyes and a mouth. Practically like a Lost One..."
The demon just lightly chuckled and raised a gentle claw to Sammy's face. "My dear, I don't care what you describe yourself as, I just want to see that face you always desire to hide away." The demon spoke in a low growl.
Sammy lightly blushed. "Eheh, my dear..?" Sammy accidentally blurted his thoughts out. He stayed silent for a moment, feeling the demon's eyes watching him with slight shock. "Alright, my Lord...If you wish to see my 'face', I'll show you." The prophet muttered out. If the Ink Demon had eyes, you would see them widen and his grin grow.
The Ink Demon watched as Sammy reached behind his head and heard a loud "click". Sammy then slowly slid down his mask, revealing only a single visible white eye and an inked mouth.
Moments of silence went by, making Sammy more uncomfortable with his mask off. Sammy then reached for his mask off the ground but before he could touch it, an inked claw gently grabbed his wrist.
Sammy couldn't help but feel warmth rise up to his face. The Ink Demon?? His lord?? Was holding his wrist?? Man, this has to be a fever dream...
"Not as bad as I remembered. In fact, I'd say you look quite stunning just as 30 years prior." The demon growled with a smirk. Sammy couldn't help but look away, embarrassed and flustered. The Demon chuckled and put his inked hands on his prophet's face, caressing his cheeks lightly as he turned Sammy's head to face the demon. Sammy noticed the Ink Demon's long demonic tail slowly waving back in forth, almost like a dog when it's satisfied or content. He couldn't help but grin from the sight of the demon's tail wagging.
"It seems you're quiet satisfied, I presume?" Sammy said with a small smirk as he gestured to the Demon's tail. The Demon didn't seem to be surprised as he mentioned that.
"That's sweet you can notice my happiness, but maybe I can cause you a little excitement..?~"
Lmao ok gn-
This shit sucked assss
Date started: 4/11/22
Date ended: 4/28/22
Words totals: 1009
Istg if I get death threats
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