Another silent night deep down in the studio, Sammy sat in his chair staring down absent minded at his banjo.
He wished that one day his life would be at least a bit more exciting. He was tired of sitting in the music studio, day after day, doing nothing but playing music.
He loved music, but sometimes he wished he could do something else. Of course he hailed the demon lord, but it wasn't like he did anything for Sammy so he was beginning to question why he hailed Bendy in the first place.
Sammy straightened his mask as he stood up to go lean his banjo against the wall. He heavily sighed as he walked around the studio with his hands in his overall pockets.
There was a sudden loud thud from somewhere below him. Sammy didn't know of any basement in the studio, so he decided to go check it out.
He looked for hours but saw no way down. Sammy leaned against a wall in defeat. There was a clicking sound, then he fell backwards as the wall slid open. Sammy hit his head on the ground and blacked out and slid down the passageway.
The floor was more of a slide then a ramp as it carried the unconscious Sammy down onto another floor.
Sammy woke to the sound of faint footsteps that clicked as the person walked. He started to panic. Lost ones and searchers didn't sound like that so what was it?
He ran down the hall but came to a dead end. He was by a shelf with a soup ladle on it, so he picked it up and held it defensively in front of him.
The sound of clicking footsteps got louder and louder. Every passing second felt like an hour as Sammy anxiously waited to get attacked.
Unluckily for him, he was terrible at defending himself. A bright light rounded the corner and Sammy threw his spoon at it, missing by a mile. The light got brighter as something charged straight at him.
He was going to die! His life was over! Sammy screamed as he crouched down on the ground and covered his head with both his arms.
A minute went by and nothing happened. Sammy slowly uncovered his head and looked up. A tall inky form with a projector for a head blinked back down at him.
There was a crackling sound, like an old speaker. "Hello." A voice came out of a speaker on the projector headed guy's chest.
"H-hello." Sammy said nervously. "Did I scare you?" The other asked. Sammy nodded his head. "Sorry about that, what's your name, I'm Norman." He said.
"Sammy." Sammy answered. Norman held his hand down towards Sammy to help him up. Sammy took it and was pulled up by the taller man.
"How come I've never seen you around here before Sammy?" Norman asked. "Well, I've been trapped on the top floor for so long and just found out that there was more than one floor to the building." Sammy said.
"I never knew there was either." Norman said. He and Sammy walked down the hallway chatting. "I swear I've met you before somewhere..." Sammy said, studying Norman.
"Same, did you use to work here before it turned into...this?" Norman asked. Sammy nodded. "I remember now, we used to work together." He said.
Sammy then just remembered something else.
A while ago when he used to work at the studio, Sammy really liked Norman, but never got to know if Norman felt the same.
He realized he could ask now, but was too shy. "So how've you been?" Sammy asked. "Well I've got a projector for a head and my body is ink so, not the best." Norman said, tilting his head to the side. "Right." Sammy laughed nervously.
"Why do you wear that mask?" Norman asked. Sammy scratched the back of his neck as he thought about it. "Well, I believe that one day the demon lord might free us all from down here, and this mask is my way of showing I believe." Sammy explained.
"Oh, well, down here it's more of a 'avoid the demon' sort of thing." Norman said.
"But why?" Sammy asked. Norman responded by shrugging his shoulders. As they rounded a corner, they realized they were so caught up in their conversation that they stopped at a dead end. Sammy almost walked into the wall.
"Aww, we missed the turn, let's go back-" Sammy was cut off when Norman blocked him in the corner by putting an arm on either side of him. "W-what are you d-doing?" Sammy stuttered.
"Sammy, I wanted to tell you this for many years but never got the chance, I... love you." Norman said, not looking straight at Sammy. Sammy sat there silently.
Norman started getting nervous and backed up a few steps. Sammy slowly took off his mask to reveal a very big smile and excited eyes.
He then fully launched himself at Norman, causing both to fall onto the floor. Norman wrapped his arms protectively around Sammy.
Sammy curled up on Norman's chest. They spent every day together exploring the studio or using Norman's projector head to watch old cartoons.
Sammy even taught Norman how to play the guitar and they would play together.
The first time Sammy tried to teach kind of failed though. Sammy was teaching Norman all the different chords on a guitar, when he got off his chair and wrapped his arms around Sammy, trapping him. "C'mon Norman, I'm trying to teach you guitar!" Sammy whined.
"I know, but this is better," Norman said, petting Sammy gently on the head. Sammy rolled his eyes. A lost one was walking through and stoped to stare at them.
Sammy now felt slightly embarrassed, but if Norman had a face he'd be smiling from ear to ear. "What're you lookin at?" Sammy growled at the lost one.
It averted its gaze from them and continued to rush out of the music studio.
Norman laughed. He looked down at Sammy's face. He looked sad. "What's wrong?" Norman asked. Sammy tilted his head to look up at Norman.
"What if we never get out of here?" Sammy said. Norman silently petted Sammy on the head as he thought.
"It doesn't matter, as long as I'm with you, I couldn't ask for a better life." Norman said.
Sammy smiled up at Norman. "Yeah, and also we don't have to pay taxes!" Sammy said, a goofy grin plastered on his face.
Norman chuckled.
