Norman x Sammy oneshots

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First I'm sure someone else has made this story, this is my own version, second, art is not mine, none of the art is mine, third, these are not my characters

This is a Sammy who had forgotten everything and a Norman that cant talk

Sammy couldnt remember anything from his past life, but Norman did. Norman had found Sammy stumbling around in the 14th floor, a gaint
wound with dripping ink on the back of his head. Louder than the other leaked ink drips in the room, Norman thought if he could better himself, maybe be less wild and atleast a little more sane the first thing he should do was help Sammy. He stalked up on the other and let his gaint hand swiftly pick Sammy up placing him on his shoulders. The other was thrashing and kicking for freedom, ofcourse Sammy would, the projectionist was taking him somewhere unknown. It took atleast 2 minutes until the thrashing and wiggling stopped. Sammy was still awake, he could tell by his little movements and sighs, so, he must be accepting his "fate" it took moments later for Norman to reach a dry area that wasn't swallowed by ink, ofcourse there were little puddles but not like it was a river. He placed Sammy down and steadily took off his mask. Even if he barely had a face, Norman thought Sammy still looked gorgeous. He took to it, leaving to collect random fabrics he found, probably old suits for people who got attacked by random broken ink pipes, but that was before, the suits were know covered in ink stains, Norman ripped off the sleeve and collected bacon soup cans, finally returning back to an awoken Sammy who flinched and scooted back when he saw the projectionist, he stayed Norman thought, " did you want me awake so I could feel the pain when you rip me apart? You beast!" Sammy spat venom, probably thinking that he was already going to die, so his last words should be insults and threats. When Nkrman reached over behind Sammy's head with the cloth he flinched back "Dont touch m-" he gasped upon realizing that he was in fact, maskless he then started to freak scrambling on all fours like a cat searching for  red laser dot, "where is it!" He groaned hands in the air dramatically, Norman was on his knees watching silently the whole time. Norman plucked Sammy's mask, as it was right next to him and grabbed onto Sammy's overall straps yanking him over "No! You mustn't look! I'm hideous!" He shrieked covering his face defensively with his hand, Norman softly shoved the mask into Sammy and Sammy looked down softly and nervously taling it away from the projectionist. Sliding it back on. Norman lifted up the cloth motioning to Sammy's wound by pointing at his head, Sammy sighed and gave in, turning around so his back faced Norman, As Norman tied the knot Sammy quietly whispered " your not going to hurt me, right?" Ofcousre he'd think that, it wasn't wrong to, Norman really had no intention of hurting Sammy at all so, he shook his projection head, it making small whirring noises. Norman the ripped a bacon soup can in half giving it to Sammy who shakily took it, taking small sips, "I'm Sammy by the way" Sammy told him as if Norman didn't already know "I'm sorry um, Do you have a name? Other than projectionist?" Norman paused looking down Aammy didn't remember Norman, but Norman remembered Sammy, infant Norman loved Sammy, Sammy did not. Norman didn't answer. Instead he looked up at a wall and started playing a bendy cartoon. Norman sat with Sammy, Sammy sat with the projectionist.