"Can I Get An Amen?" Sammendy Fanfic (ON HOLD)

"Soup, my lord?"

(This is Ink Bendy and Sammy as an inky dude)

Sammy's point of view
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As usual, I was making Bendy shrines, chanting his name... or.... Well, I was just kinda saying "EAT THE SOUP EAT THE SOUP" repeatedly.... welp, only the best of work for my lord!

....

I also love him and he's like the love of my life but nobody needs to know that..

I could hear heavy footsteps coming towards here... ink veins pulsed on the walls.

It was my lord.

He opened the door, and I nearly died right then and there.

I opened my mouth to say something, but that was when my lord spoke.

"Sammy.... what the HELL are you yelling for..? I'm TRYING to nap!" He scolded me.

"Oh, soup, my lord?"

"NO!" he exclaimed, with diminishing patience.

"O-oh, I d-didn't know.." I whispered, only to add, "I'm so sorry, my lord! I-I didn't mean to disturb your resting time! I must be punished immediately!!" in a louder voice.

Bendy jumped at my sudden yell. "Sammy... I just wanna go to sleep.. I'm very stressed right now... so please just stop yelling or.. whatever..." his voice trailed off into a mumble, he looked like he was falling asleep right where he stood.

"My lord! I can help you back to your room, if you need, my lord!" I bursted out.

....me and my big mouth...

Bendy suddenly looked much more awake as he yelled, "SAMMY LAWRENCE, DO I LOOK LIKE A TODDLER TO YOU?! I DON'T NEED YOU TO 'HELP' ME BACK TO MY ROOM, YOU IDIOT!!! LEAVE ME THE F--K ALONE FOR JOEY'S SAKE!!"

I flinched and felt myself starting to tear up.

My lord didn't love me, he hated me.

I wanted to just curl up into a ball and cry my eyes out right now... but I had to say something to my lord.

"I-I'm s-s-sorry m-my l-l-lord..." I stuttered out.

Bendy slapped me.. really hard... it hurt... a lot... I started to cry. "YOU BETTER BE! AND DON'T E V E R DO THIS AGAIN UNLESS IT'S ACTUALLY IMPORTANT!!" Bendy finished, slamming the door on his way out... leaving me to do what I wanted to do when be first started to yell at me...

I curled up on the floor and cried like the little baby I am.

Everyone knows I'm sensitive to being yelled at.

And I guess...

They just decide to use that weakness against me.

- L A T E R . . . -

Norman's point of view
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I was lurking around in my little dark abyss room, when I suddenly heard VERY familiar footsteps walking towards me.

(Random A/N: My phone is on 69%... nice)

"Norman..?" It asked.

I turned around to look at my friend. "What is it, Sam..?"

He looked down and mumbles something I couldn't make out.

"Hey, you know I can't understand you when you're mumbling to the floor." I joked. "I don't look like the floor, do I?"