Just a Vampire and a Demon Now- A Samdy Story

What's Happening?

Bendy's POV

There was clearly something wrong with Sammy, but there was no time to find out what. 

Henry had just come back to the studio. My creator. My...dad, in a sense. He and Joey, well, Henry is kinda my mom, in the sense that he gave birth to me. If that makes any sense.

I needed to kill him. For leaving me here. For leaving me with my insane father. To get revenge.

He hadn't been here long, but I was already on the hunt after him.

"Hey, Bendy~" Dammit, it's "Alice".

"What do you want." I growl.

"Just wanted to say, don't I look good?" She spun around once. "Better than that disgusting bitch Sammy."

I spin around, glaring at her. "Don't you talk bad about him, he's worth a million of you."

"I don't mean to gossip but" she smirks. "That Sammy you hold dearly, he's not even a real human!"

"No shit, he's been turned into an ink covered humanoid." I snap.

"Even before." she purred. "He's a vampire, Bendy. Let that sink in." And then she leaves.

Her words whirl around in my mind. She's making it up. My sweet, calm and calculated Sammy can't be a bloodsucking monster. Is he? I had to know.

I found him in the old recording room, singing joyously on his own. I could swear holographic yellow music notes danced around his perfect body, though that might be hallucinations from the expired bacon soup I drink.

"Sammy?" I yell over his voice. "Come here!"

He slips the headphones from over his ears and exits the recording room.

"Yeah?" his voice had changed to a beautiful, feminine melody. Then he cleared his throat. "Yeah?" It was normal again.

Without hesitation, I rip off the mask. Sammy screams, dropping to the floor, hiding his face from me. "Don't look at me!"

"Sammy." I say, grabbing his chin and forcing him to look at me. "It's okay."

And I was speechless. His hair was soft, honey colored, falling around his beautiful face. His skin was smooth, soft, and porcelain colored. Sure, he had similar imperfections to Susie, but instead of mangling his face, it only enhanced his beauty. Smooth bone and skin where the left eye should be instead of an empty eye socket. The left side of his cheek was missing, but it was a clean cut instead of flesh melting over teeth. There was a bit of a blue undertone to his face, but it was nothing. There were a few ink smudges here and there, but his beauty went unaffected.

"Stop," he pleads. There are tears in his almond shaped silver and gold eye.

I caress his face. "You're the most beautiful thing I have ever had the liberty of seeing."

He blushes, dark blue covering his face. "G-give me back my mask"

I sweep it off the floor and hold it above me. "Not until you understand just how beautiful you are."

He lets out an animalistic snarl. "Give it to me!"

That's not like Sammy. My Sammy is calm and cold. Not a snarling beast.

He crouches lower to the ground, pure white fangs in contrast to his yellowed teeth bared.

I better run.

He ran after me, almost too fast for me to escape. I turned a sharp corner, outrunning the pained howl as Sammy slammed into the wall.

The mask. He wants the mask.

Needlelike fangs poke into my wrist. I look down to see the hole in the mask where Sammy speaks through it was now slicing into my hand. I yelped, throwing the mask away from me. Dammit. 

I kept on running. I could hear Sammy scream my name.

Susie was right. He is a monster.