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Sammi P.O.V

"Mommy! Mommy!" I blicked open my eyes to see a little girl with chocolate brown hair, glowing green eyes, and fair peach skin. She grinned at me, handing out a tray of a stack of chocolate chip waffles, chocolate syrup, and a glass of orange juice. Then a little boy came running up to me and climbed on top of my lap.

"Do you need something, daring?" I asked the mysterious children.

"Yeah! Dad is still got! Can you call him? The girl asked.

"Sure, I guess." I looked around to find a Bendy phone case. I grabbed it and picked it up. Then I got a call. I look at the screen to see Norman's face and name on it. I hit the answer button thenNorman's voice was heard.

"Hey, honey? I am going to be late home, so can you make the kids food?" Norman asked.

"They already made me breakfast. So, I don't think they need food, but can you pick up some lunch?"

"Okay, my queen." I blushed bright red.

"Thank you, love you. Bye." Norman said then hung up. I smile stupidly at the thought of him.

"Hey, Mom! Can Alice and I go to the park please?" I look at the boy.

"Sure. Make sure you be nice to your sister, okay?" I asked him as the two walked to the door.

"Sure! Also, there is some mail." Alice called.

"Thank you, Alice. You be nice to your brother, too got it?" I gave her a stern stare, the one that my mother gave me before I left anywhere.

"Okay! Hey, Boris, we said ask Sammy and Henry to come with us to the park."

"Yeah! That's a great idea!" I heard two pairs of feet running down the hallway. I got up and push the blankets off me. I walk to the mail slot to see any good mail. I bend over and grab everything.

"Adds, adds, more adds. And a letter." I mumble. I look at the letter carful. It had the Bendy trademark strapped on it. I opened it to find an old-looking piece of paper. It said:

Dear Sammi,

It seems like a lifetime since we worked on cartoons together.

30 years slip away, Doesn't it?

If you are back in town, Come visit the old workshop. There's something I need to show you.

Your best pal, Joey Drew

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