Every day, I imagine a future where I'm not stuck like this In my hand is the sheet of a song that corrupted me, stole my bliss The ink flows down into the dark puddle Just have his way- your sanity is already gone! But in this world of monochrome colors What will it take just to find that special day? What will it take just to find that special day? Have I found a worthy sacrifice for my savior today? When you're here, he seems a lot less bored and snaps less anyway When I can't even see my own reflection What good's my self when I'm just a tool to my lord? And if this world won't give me salvation What will it take just for me to end this discord? Does my song only sing bitter chords for those who are dear to me? He will come, so there's a chance for me to be set free. The ink flows down into the dark puddle How can I prove that I'm in reality? If I can't hear the sound of his crawling What do you call god in your reality? And in this reality, if I don't know how to save me... ... Lord set me free

This is a collection of my little stories that I base on Bendy and the ink machine/ Bendy and the dark revival.

Sammy Lawrence finds himself with an intense, inescapable lust. A lust for a tiny mischievous ink demon.

Yes you can request in the comments of the first chapter! No I don't have any amount of pride or shame, just creativity. Yes it's gay if you don't like it fuck off, yes BATIM is dead I'm reviving it, yes it's kinky I'm shameless, and finally yes PLEASE ENJOY!

Samuel made a little mistake caused by his stress but when Norman comes around, he makes Sammy's stress disappear by giving Sam what he's needed since they first met. ((COVER https://ask-normanpolk.tumblr.com/post/174329591879/okay-cool-you-me-projection-booth-we-can-watch ))