Am I Not Good Enough? A Bendy x Sammy fanfic

Chapter 13.

(Quick update! Thank you for 2k reads, and to celebrate I added little Sammy emotion drawings to the chapters. I'm not the best at art, but maybe check the old chapters out to see them? Thanks again, now time for the story!)

    I was growing impatient. She was taking far too long to wake up. 

    I anxiously slapped an axe against my hand repeatedly as I waited. I glared as I studied every feature of hers out of pure boredom. I cleared my throat in an attempt to wake her up. It was to no avail.

    “Erm. Susie.” I said, aggravated. She still didn’t wake up. “Susie.” I kept trying until I suddenly stood up and slapped her across the face. Hard. “CAMPBELL! WAKE UP, YOU DAMN COW!” She shot awake, and looked up at me. Once she realized her situation, she rolled her eyes. 

    “Ugh. You’ve gotta be kidding me.” She groaned. “Hello, Samuel. What’s your problem? Can’t accept that your precious Bendy hates you?” 

    “He doesn’t hate me.” I muttered. “You just brainwashed him. Now, tell me why you did it. TELL ME NOW.” 

    “Tch. Fine. If you want to pry into my life like that, then go ahead.” She said, and smirked. “I had a whole plan. I figured that if I got Bendy to get head over heels for me, then I could get some power here in this damned place. Dating him for a few years? Marriage? I’d become queen. And if the freak were to… disappear one day, then everything would be given to me. And once he’s gone, you’d be out of my hair too, since you’re pathetic enough to not know how to breathe without him. What a perfect future. Almost as perfect as me.” I stared back at Susie in total shock. Hot tears formed in my eyes as I felt my entire body shake in pure rage. How could one person be so evil?

    “Y-You… You…” I stuttered out. “...HARLOT! YOU DISGUST ME!” Tears fell from my cheeks, and Susie laughed at me.

    “Oh no, is the idiot gonna cry? He can’t handle the truth, can he?” She cooed. I had enough.

    “SHUT UP!” I screamed, and I swung the axe at her. It slammed into her side, and she yelled out in pain. Her smug look faded as she realized that I was being sincere. Me, on the other hand? I was staring at her fresh, bleeding wound. I chuckled softly, but it slowly escalated to the point I must’ve sounded psychotic. She stared at me in pure fear, which only satisfied me more. “OHHH, LOVELY! I THINK THAT FRESH WOUND REALLY SUITS YOUR HORRIBLE PERSONALITY! WHY DON’T WE GO FOR ANOTHER ONE?!” I swung the axe again, striking her arm. She again cried out in pain, and I laughed hysterically. I craved hurting her more, but I knew I couldn’t risk killing her. If she died, I’d be in a lot of trouble. So I went for the second best option. Night after night, day after day, I continued to physically and mentally assault her, as a way to break her mind to the edge of her sanity. Slowly but surely, I felt it working. Her snarky remarks and comments were fading, and her eyes were dull with the feeling of giving up. This felt wonderful, but at the same time I was growing unsure of myself. I had a constant feeling that I was going to get caught doing this, but I never showed it.

    A few weeks later, the axe broke. I let a swear slip out of my mouth as I looked at the broken thing. Susie wasn’t ready to go back yet, and neither was I. I needed to get a new one. I rendered her unconscious, and decided to sneak out and get a new one. I glanced at the Bendy clock in the room before leaving. It was about two in the morning. Everyone would be asleep by now, so this was a great time to go. I walked through the wall and ran through the halls, looking for an axe. I was looking through shelves, supply closets, even just open rooms. As I was looking through a closet, I accidentally knocked over a soup can. I watched in shock as it fell to the floor, its crash echoing through the once quiet room. I had a new objective, and it was to get the hell out of there. I sprinted out of the room as fast as I possibly could, turned a corner, and ran into someone with a force so strong it knocked both of us off our feet. I shot my head to the person, only to become face to face with my best friend, Gary. We stared at each other in disbelief for a moment.

    “Sammy? Oh my lord, there you are! We’ve all been worried sick!” Gary said, his voice full of optimism. “Where did you even run off to? We’ve been looking everywhere!” I got off the floor, panicking internally. No one was supposed to find me. I really screwed up this time. My eyes darted around the room as I thought up an excuse. 

    “I’ve… been working on a project. It was supposed to be a surprise, so don’t tell anyone, please. Also, you can’t follow me, and you can’t tell anyone you saw me, okay?” I stammered out, sounding mentally ill. Gary tilted his head in confusion. “C-Can you bring me an axe? I need it for my project.” Gary stared at me, suspicion in his eyes. He slowly got up and left the room, returning a few minutes later with an axe in his hands. I thanked him, and turned to leave. Before I could, he wrapped his arms around me in a hug.

    “Please hurry, Sammy. I miss you.” He muttered, and let go. As soon as he did, I sprinted as fast as I could back to where I left Susie. I kicked her chair over, waking her up immediately.

“Now is not the time for sleep, you horrible creature. We aren’t finished yet.”