Batim X Reader Lemons And One-shots (Requests Closed)

Sammy Lawrence X reader 🍋

(( Not sure if this one should take place pre-game or not, but the person who requested it didnt really specify, so It's not gonna be pre-game. Hope that's what you wanted! Also, your like 18-24 in this story.))

Sammy's p.o.v

I sighed.

I kinda hoped that Joey would send someone back.

I really need a sheep to play with~.

Your p.o.v

I sighed as I got to the old animation studio my dad used to work at. My mom gave me directions there so that I could see if there was any of my dad's old art left there. you see, he recently passed away, so my mother and I were looking for anything we could get that was his.

I opened the door to the old studio and immediatly got hit with a putrid smell. "ugh, what IS that"?! I said out loud.

I wondered around the studio, looking for anything that was my dad's. I came to a staircase. 'where does this go?' I wondered. So, I went down. when I got to the bottom, I saw a big sign that said "music department". 'Well that's not right, my dad was an animator... Guess I'll have to keep looking."

I walked around the music department, even though it wasn't the department I was supposed to be in. That's when I saw someone walking up ahead of me. "Hey, could you help me? Sir?" he Kept walking, seemingly ignorirng me. 'rude' I thought. I turned around to go the other way, when I got hit on the back of the head. That's when it all went black.

Sammy's p.o.v.

Finally! A new toy to play with~

I picked them up and turned them around in my arms. They were absolutely Striking! They also looked somewhat familiar... oh well. Time to have some fun~!

~TIMESKIP~

I hummed as I tied them to the post, waiting for them to wake up.

I sat down cross-legged in front of them.

They started to shuffle and move around.

"Finally! Thank lord Bendy, their finally waking up!" I thought to myself.

your p.o.v

I shuffled as I woke up, the back of my head hurting, and my back against something hard. I opened my eyes to see the same ink-covered man from earlier, sitting cross-legged in front of me. "Ahh, so you're awake, little sheep. It would have been better had you stayed asleep a bit longer, but this is fine either way." As my eyes adjusted better to the dim lighting, I noticed the match-box in his hand, and the unlit candles surrounding my feet. Wait, was this Sammy Lawrence? The old music director for the studio?

I was pulled out of my thoughts as I heard him strike a match. "H-hey wait!" He seemed to pause for a second, before lighting the first candle. "W-what are you doing?!" He chuckled. Why, sacrificing you to lord Bendy, of course!" I was shocked. I knew that dad said that Sammy had gone nuts, but I didnt think he was this far gone.

"Tell me, little sheep, what year is it?" What year is it? Well, I guess that would be a serious question, being as they have been trapped down here for who knows how long. "The year? 2020, why?" He seemed to sigh... "It's already been that long?" He seemed to chuckle.

It was quiet for a couple minutes, before I asked something. "Hey, your Sammy Lawrence, right? How old are you? Not trying to be rude or anything, just curious..." He looked up at me, before saying "well, if I remember correctly, we all stoped aging when we got consumed by the ink, so..." He trailed off... "I think I was 25? Yeah, that feels right..." 25? Wow, He was a lot younger than I expected.