My Lord~ (Samdy/Bammy Fanfiction) //DISCONTINUED//

Back Together

I heard someone crying, so I followed the sound until I saw Sammy. He was crying in the corner, holding a plushie of me. I walked over to him and gently put my hand on his. He looked up at me, tears streaming down his face.
"M...My...My L-Lord...is that you...?" he whimpered as I lowered my hand.
"Yes it's me, Sammy...are you okay?" I asked as he put the plush down. I was confused for a minute, then he put his arms around my waist and brought himself close to me, burying his face in chest. His body was shaking and small whimpers were coming from him as he tightened his grip on my body. I felt my face becoming hot. I didn't know what he was doing to me. I forgot what humans called this. So I just wrapped my arms around his waist, trying to make it seem like I knew what this was. Sammy's body felt...soft. Even under all the ink. It caused my face to get more hot, and my breath even got warm for some reason. What was happening to me...? Eventually, Sammy let go of me and I let go of him. He was still slightly crying. I hated seeing him like this, but I had no clue what to do.
"H-how are you here?" he asked. I thought for a second, remembering what had happened before. All of a sudden, it could almost see it all replay in mind, projecting it into the real world, and Sammy couldn't see it. Henry, The End reel, that...beast...I became.
"HENRY." I said angrierly, not thinking of it. Must've scared Sammy though, he looked at me wide-eyed.
"Y-you ok, Sammy?" I asked. Immediately, he nodded. I then heard a fimialiar voice. "So, I'm not the only one who managed to come back to life?"
I turned around. It was Norman.
"What do you want, you walking flashlight?" I asked, not in the mood to talk to him.
"You KNOW what." He said. "You killed me and didn't even get a scratch on your 'god-like' body!"
"Actually, you hit me in the stomach, and almost ripped my arm off." I replied. "So leave me alone." I turned back to Sammy, who seemed a bit calmer now. But before I could say anything, Norman hit me in the head when I let my guard down.
"What the hell?!" I yelled after my face hit the floor. Norman stormed off, and Sammy was immediately checking to see if I was okay.
"Are you okay, Lord?!" He asked as I struggled to get up.
"Not really...damn it...hurts really badly..." I replied after I got up. My head felt like as if I got stabbed 37 times. I was about to walk off when Sammy grabbed my arm. I turned around and looked at him. My face felt hot again.
"Please, let me help you, My Lord. You're hurt and if someone doesn't do anything about it, it's only gonna get worse." He said, suddenly letting go of my arm.
"Y...you can." I replied.
"Really?" He said excitedly.
"Yeah. It's not like I can take care of myself"