Bendy and the ink machine one shots and headcannons

He will set us free (For Allen)

Allen X Sammy
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AU
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The young man before me began to slowly gain consciousness, which was mildly disappointing. He looked so peaceful, in spite of the few nicks and cuts on his cheeks. His soft voice came forth after a few moments "w-what the hell....?" He'd asked. I turned to him, ready to tell him of my wondrous lord, when I caught his eyes. They were a deep hazel, and reminded me of a warm autumn evening, sat in front of a fire. I was momentarily spellbound, unable to utter a single word. I crouched down to meet the height of the young man, who sat tied to a large wooden stump. His breath was slightly elevated, and his sweet, warm eyes were filled with fear, and a projection of terror. I was almost afraid to even meet the smaller mans eyes, knowing full well I was what caused the fear within him. After all, a man such as myself does nothing but cause fear. I reached out, and gently held his soft, yet warm ivory skin in my hand.

"Such a beautiful little sheep. Skin so soft, and welcoming. Like a warm fire on a cold autumn day" I though aloud, the young man seemed to lose some of the edge he'd accumulated in my silence. I smiled slightly under my mask, musing slightly as his lips seemed to quiver, and a soft shade of ruby dusted his cheeks. Such a soft sheep. I took my hand away from his face, and lightly tussles his soft brown hair. Which was also incredibly soft. A few split ends I could feel with my fingers, but nothing too terrible. As my investigation continued, I became acutely aware of the soft squeaking sounds the younger man was making. Which only made my smile widen. After a moment, I found a small bump within his soft, now slightly messy hair. No doubt from where I'd hit him over the head. I hummed to myself, a small pang of guilt making itself present. I had no idea why I felt guilty of all things, after all, I planed to sacrifice this beautiful sheep to my lord. Right?

"W-what are you going to do to me?" My sheeps voice spoke softly once more, oh how I adored the sound. I almost forgot to answer his question. "I'm not entirely sure anymore" I muttered back, completely lost. I'd spent thirty years of my life worshiping Bendy, and here comes a wondrous young sheep, who makes me question my beliefs, and shakes my faith. What am I to do? I do not wish to sacrifice this beautiful sheep, for I know I'd never see him again. But I do not want to just keep him locked away forever, that wouldn't make him happy. I do want him for myself though, I know that for certain. My confusion must have somehow made itself present for the young man. "W-well, uh. I, I'm Allen" he introduced shakily, unsure. I chuckled. "Are you certain? You sound unsure" I mused, a smirk making its way onto my face.

"Sammy. Sammy Lawrence. I used to work in this hellish studio, I wrote the music" I explained, still musing at the young mans appearance. He smiled, which seemed to metaphorical melt my entire being. "Sammy, I like that name" it was in this moment, I realized. I wasn't waiting for Bendy to save me, no. I had been waiting for this young man, to come along, and set me free.