Bendy and Sammy’s 24 Hours of Abstinence!~
(in case?? some other people?? wanna read it or something??)
WARNING: some slight nsfw descriptions of course thanks
“Challenge: Sammy and bendy aren’t allowed to fuck for a whole day”
The words that started it all.
Alice reads the slip of paper aloud, before slowly turning her head to look at the horrified faces of the inky boyfriends. She can’t help but laugh. Loudly.
Bendy, immediately goes off. “WAIT NO ARE YOU SICK HOW DARE YOU-“
“im gonna die” Sammy whimpers pathetically as the demon rants.
Alice presses a stop watch, shouting “TOO BAD IT’S ALREADY BEGUN!”
Bendy stops short, and his arms fall limply at his sides. He turns to a whimpering Sammy, who is already hugging his legs, before standing up and sprinting away.
“I CAN’T LOOK AT YOU, DO NOT FOLLOW ME.” He shouts into one of the many dark corridors of the abandoned animation studio.
Sammy, almost immediately begins crying.
Alice stifles a snicker.
“I’m gonna go follow him,” the angel states, standing up and leaving in the direction Bendy had gone.
Sammy turns around to look over at Boris, who’s absentmindedly bouncing a ball in the corner of the room. He immediately gets up, runs over, and dramatically collapses into the wolf’s lap.
“OH BORIS, WHAT SHALL I DO?” The prophet wails, tossing and turning.
Boris just looks down at him, startled and confused.
Sammy rolls over and looks out into the empty expanse of rotting wood and ink.
“A day without my Lord’s touch is like a day without oxygen…” he hisses, voice dripping with his usual melodrama.
Boris, still, says nothing.
Before long Sammy stands up again, and starts pacing the floor. “But THAT means…if I survive this that is…our reunion will be, all the more sweet!~” He puts his hands to his face and drool dribbles out his mouth and down his mask at the thought.
After a second or two of this, the prophet shakes himself free of his trance and balls his fists at his sides.
“Yes. I must do this. It is a test! A test that I must pass. My Lord will be so proud of me!~” His resolute firmness quickly melts into giddiness.
Meanwhile, Bendy is stomping angrily through the halls—followed by a thoroughly amused Alice—with no particular destination in mind besides “away”.
“I can’t believe you’ve done this,” the demon grumbles as his hard footfalls make the floorboards squeak and groan.
“I can!” Alice replies.
Bendy suddenly stops, and whirls around. He’s grinning.
“Uh-“ Alice starts, backing up as the demon slowly walks towards her.
“I guess that means now you have to entertain me,” Bendy growls.
Beads of sweat are suddenly rolling down Alice’s face. “…Excuse me?”
Suddenly, Bendy slams her against a wall. He has to slouch so that they’re at eye-level with one another. He pants ragged, hot breaths onto her face.
“…What do you wanna argue about first?”
9:30 AM
Sammy, so far, is taking this surprisingly well. He is preaching to the searchers, even more enthusiastically than normal.
Meanwhile,…
“YOU ARE THE MOST DISGUSTING BEING I HAVE EVER INTERACTED WITH IN MY WHOLE LIFE.”
“BECAUSE I DON’T LIKE FREAKING NUTELLA?”
10:00 AM
Sammy is laying face-down on the floor crying.
Bendy and Alice are throwing chairs at each other.
11:30 AM
Bendy and Alice have taken a break, and are now relaxing with Boris. Bendy is relentlessly trying to distract himself with awful puns.
“What do demons have for breakfast?
DEVILED EGGS!”
…
“I hate this…” Bendy puts his head in his hands.
Sammy has found a blanket to hide under, and is murmuring soft encouragements to himself and reading through his copy of The Illusion of Living(yet again).
12:30 PM
Sammy has resorted to using music to cope, and is walking around the studio with his banjo, playing happy little ditties. He seems okay now.
Bendy hears Sammy playing, and runs to the sound.
They see each other for the first time in hours on opposite ends of the hall, and Bendy reaches out dramatically for Sammy while hiding his face with his other hand. Sammy immediately drops to his knees and makes a loud, desperate Sammy Sound. Alice comes up behind him and pulls him to his feet, dragging him away from the coveted demon.
1:30 PM
Sammy is sitting with Boris and Alice now, simultaneously showing them some of the songs he’s been writing and trying to drown out the sound of Bendy banging his head against the wall that’s been going on for an hour now.
“Sounds just like it does on a normal day…” Alice mutters.
Sammy puts his face in his hands and starts to cry again.
Boris pats him on the back.
2:30 PM
Sammy is scrawling sappy poetry on whatever he can find pretty much, and dripping more than normal.
“Uuuuuuuuugh.” Bendy lays sprawled on his back, groaning for the 30th time in a row.
“Would you SHUT UP?” Alice snaps, taking her turn to have her head in her hands.
“UuuuUUUUUUUUUUGH.” Bendy just groans louder.
2:45 PM
“You know the challenge wasn’t that you can’t SEE him all day, right?”
“HA! Implying that I could look at him and be able to control myself.”
“Gross…”
Sammy is cuddling with a Bendy cutout and reading it the poetry he wrote. He’s just trying to keep it together, man.
4:00 PM
Sammy has fallen asleep. He’s probably dreaming about lewd things. Is that against the rules?
…Alice decides to kick him awake just in case.
Bendy promptly starts yelling at her again for touching him.
4:30 PM
Sammy has now resorted to writing fanfiction. It is barely legible, but Alice glanced over at it at one point, saw some words, and regretted everything.
Bendy won’t stop hitting himself over the head with a chair.
6:00 PM
Alice has to stop Bendy from groping the Projectionist because he “looks too much like HIM”.
Sammy is nowhere to be found. Boris is currently looking for him.
6:30 PM
Sammy is found in a pile of old Bendy plushies, fast asleep once more. Boris is nice though, and doesn’t wake him this time.
Alice and Bendy, with nothing else to do, are back to arguing.
7:30 PM
Bendy has found Sammy’s literature that he’s written within the past few hours. He’s currently sitting under Sammy’s old desk and reading all of it. Alice is looking through the window of Sammy’s old office at him disappointedly.
Sammy is still sleeping soundly like the good little boy he is.
8:00 PM
Sammy has awoken, and his longing for his Lord is more extreme than ever. He goes into his little intercom room and cries into the microphone, broadcasting his anguish all throughout the studio.
“MY Lord…I JuSt…MiSs You sO mUch…”
Bendy is hearing this, and is ready to snap Alice(and the person who requested it but mostly Alice)’s neck for making them do this.
8:45 PM
Sammy is crying into Boris’ shoulder, something about coffee…
Bendy is screaming into a hole in the wall.
9:30 PM
Alice and Bendy are now physically fighting. For no particular reason.
Sammy is painting vulgar messages onto the walls.
10:00 PM
Bendy and Sammy are basically sexting via wall.
10:05 PM
Alice has put a stop to this.
11:00 PM
Sammy is composing sad love songs.
Bendy is listening through the wall of an adjacent room.
Alice is standing between the rooms, keeping guard.
11:45 PM
Bendy and Sammy have started talking about what they’re going to do when this thing is over through the wall. And Alice has to sit there and listen to it.
12:30 AM
Bendy is out gathering “materials”.
Sammy is writing some more poetry.
12:45 AM
Sammy is performing the poetry over the intercom now.
Bendy is trying to attack Alice again.
1:30 AM
Sammy is telling Boris about things Boris really doesn’t wanna hear about.
Bendy is tearing chunks out of furniture with his teeth.
Alice has decided that this isn’t fun anymore.
2:30 AM
Sammy is singing hymns with(to) the searchers.
Bendy is scratching at the walls. He hasn’t spoken in coherent English in about 3 hours now.
3:00 AM
Sammy has now started singing loud, vulgar songs into the hallway.
Bendy has started slinging searchers around in his mouth like a rabid dog.
4:00 AM
Alice has caught Sammy dry-humping a Bendy cut-out.
Boris has caught Bendy perched on top of the ink machine. He won’t stop hissing at him until he leaves.
5:00 AM
“TWOOOOO HOOOUUURS, MA LOOOOOORD~” Sammy shouts.
Bendy roars in reply.
Sammy makes a really gross Sammy Sound and Alice kicks him. “And a half.” She mutters.
6:00 AM
Sammy has curled up on his side in a puddle of ink. “Just an hour and a half left…just an hour and a half…”
Bendy has messily drawn a picture of Sammy onto the wall and is now licking it—how the tables have turned.
6:01 AM
“Just an hour and 29 minutes left….”
6:02 AM
“Just an hour and 28 minutes left…”
6:03 AM
“Just an hou-“
“WOULD YOU KINDLY SHUT UP”
“I’M SORRY THAT YOU DON’T HAVE SOMEBODY TO LOVE, A-LICE, BUT DON’T TAKE IT OUT ON ME”
6:04 AM
Alice is beating up Sammy now.
6:30 AM
Bendy is now prying boards out of the walls and floor, and eating them. Alice and Boris are trying to stop him, but he doesn’t even seem to hear them.
6:35 AM
Alice and Boris have given up, and Sammy has come to watch. So basically they’re all sitting quietly on the floor while Bendy deepthroats 2x4s. Sammy is shaking rather violently. Bendy doesn’t seem to have noticed him.
7:00 AM
Sammy crawls over and looks at Alice’s stop watch. He yelps in excitement. Bendy’s head jerks up.
The prophet is elated. “Only thirty more minutes my Lor-“
Alice clamps a hand over the mouth hole in his mask. “Are you inSANE?” She hisses.
A low growl comes from Bendy’s throat. He starts to move toward Sammy, but Alice shoves Sammy towards Boris and shouts “TAKE HIM AND RUN!”
7:05 AM
Boris is currently running through the halls with a screeching and clawing Sammy slung over his shoulder, Bendy on all fours in hot pursuit while Alice sprints behind the demon, yelling and smacking him with what’s left of the board he’d be eating.
7:15 AM
Boris has locked both he and Sammy inside a random room for the remaining 15 minutes. Bendy is clawing brutally at the door, while Alice yells at him and Sammy bawls.
7:20 AM
Bendy is using his tendrils to try and reach under the door.
Alice is stomping on them as they enter. (she used a side-door or something to get in that neither of them noticed cause they’re idiots)
Sammy is counting down the minutes again.
Boris just wants this to be over.
7:25 AM
Sammy is curled up in a ball, trembling. “Fiveminutesfiveminutesfiveminutesfiveminutes-“
7:26 AM
“Fourminutesfourminutesfourminutesfourminutes-“
7:27 AM
“Threeminutesthreeminutesthreeminutesthreeminutes!!!”
7:28 AM
“Twominutestwominutestwominutes-“
“Sammy.” A husky voice can be heard from the other side of the door.
Sammy scrambles over to the door. “YESM-“ he withholds the title. For now.
“Are you prepared, Samuel?~”
Sammy shrieks. “YESMYLORDICANBARELYSTANDUPBECAUSEALLTHEBLOODHASRUSHEDTO-“
“STOP.” Alice yells, punting Sammy into the floor.
He won’t stop giggling.
7:29 AM
“OOOOONE MINUUUUUTE!!!~~~” Sammy yodels. He’s standing shakily and already undoing his suspenders.
Bendy is pressed up against the door, tail wagging wildly.
“YOU BETTER SAVE THAT VOICE OF YOURS, PROPHET, YOU’RE GONNA NEED IT~” He’s yelling now.
7:30 AM
Alice, grimacing, finally swings open the door. “GO DO IT” she shouts.
Sammy flies into Bendy’s arms,…and out of his pants. He’s shouting incoherently.
“TAKE ME SAMMY” Bendy roars.
Having no other options, Alice slams the door back closed. She turns to look at Boris, the two of them sharing mutual looks of anguish.
“I guess we’re gonna be in here a while…”
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