#dismayedgospel

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         { BORIS | BENDY | THE BUTCHER GANG | ALICE | SAMMY }                                             { INKED BY VEEMO }

                                                                                                     toon art cred.                                                                                                                      sammy art cred.

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The kiss back was gladly accepted and the janitor can’t help peppering his boyfriend’s face with kisses, before letting him up. Golly, Wally was affectionate today, wasn’t he?

“Sorry Heartstring, eh-heh, ah’ couldn’t resist. Ya looked a lil down and wanted ta greet ya the best way ah’ could.” A pause as he grinned up at Sammy. “Ah’ also wanted ta ask ya somethin’ regardin’ Mini Mallow and a coi’tain holiday comin’ up.”

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@dismayedgospel | Cont.

He flinches at the tone. It’s not exactly what he expects, no, but he doesn’t say anything as Sammy yells. Better to let him have this one. He needs to let it out.

At least, he definitely sounds like he does.

Truth be told, every word he’s ever heard about Richard makes his stomach boil. And as much as he wants to hunt the guy down to teach him a lesson, he holds himself back and bites his tongue. Sammy needs him here, right now, not elsewhere. So he nods, offers a reassuring smile, and hurries off to retrieve the first aid kit from the infirmary.

He’s already opening it as he returns, setting it down on Sammy’s desk and pulling up a chair to sit beside him.

“ ...Can I take a look? ”

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Once Sammy enters the room, he would find a table next to Norman’s projector. On the table was a slice of chocolate cake on a plate with a birthday candle on it. Next to the cake was a folded piece of paper. If Sammy were to open this paper, he would find a detailed sketch of himself wearing a suit, twirling around with a baton in his hands as music notes and scales danced around him like a graceful storm. At the edges of the paper would be words:

“May your unheard majestic melodies ring through the rafters of every music hall for years to come. Let’s hope our creativity shines through the darkness. Happy Birthday, Sammy Lawrence. Sincerely, Benedict Kingston aka Bendy. P.S. Please look down.”

From the balcony, the room below was pitch dark and there was the soft tapping of shoes and the shuffling of furniture. Suddenly, some of the lights turned on and a spotlight was on the center of the room. In that spotlight was a lone piano and someone sitting in front of it. An eight foot tall ink demon to be exact, wearing coattails and a bigger bowtie.

Bendy held his breath as he got in position. What if he messed up? What if Sammy got scared of this form? What if he got ink on the piano?

He took a slow breath, put his fingers on the keys he memorized for hours and began to play Beethoven’s Für Elise slowly.

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Sammy is a gay disaster | @dismayedgospel

Oh Sammy. Sammy, Sammy.

Leo almost has to resist an eye roll. Here he is, finally working up the courage to get up and say something, and Sammy’s either oblivious or pretending not to know.

“ No, ” he says, entering and closing the door behind him, “ I mean like--like a DATE. ”

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“ DORK! ”

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“ YES! Thank you!

Hold still please. ”

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@dismayedgospel | Cont.

“ You got a sister? ”

Well, that should be enough of an answer. Regardless, he moves away from his perch and closer to Sammy, letting himself lean against the director’s desk. A brow quirks upward, that smile of his brightening his face.

“ Ain’t eva’ too early t’ make sure you’re takin’ care’a yourself. Did ya even get a chance t’ eat dinner? If not, we can pro’lly pick somethin’ up. ” Is...that confirmation that he, too, hasn’t eaten dinner?