Sammy could not help but glance around at the sight of this room. The throne in the center deemed strange enough, but what lay inside a projector caught his attention. But the demon did not give the inky human time to gawk, and instead led him to four glass pipes which were bolted top to bottom, clearly filled with ink. 

"M'Lord?"

"Be patient Sammy. I can only walk so fast..." He was right, his tiny legs were very short, and his fists were clenched, as if he was determined to get into a certain location. 

Finally, the two of them arrived at a doorway with a large metal gate. The demon sighed and hopped to crank the lever down before the corridor was revealed to the inky man. 

Sammy gaped lightly at what he knew he was seeing. The demon had his head bowed as the inky man stepped forward, looking around at the tubes filled with Lost Ones, their glowing yellow eyes and shimmery bodies reflecting the poor lights. 

Sammy spoke softly. "So this is where we were made..."

"...Not me..."

His prophet glanced at the demon. "What do you mean?"

Bendy stepped closer to the glass. "You know fully well I was born without a soul. You know that I was born from the experimental machine, not this one. I chose this place because... It is where I feel the strongest, I guess. It makes me feel powerful."

Sammy felt a tingle in his spine as the demon's voice distorted a bit. He breathed a sigh, looking back at the tubes. "...Why don't we just break them? Let them out?"

"They're not ready yet."

"W-what do you mean, m'lord?"

Bendy looked back. "It takes a little while to fully form once something is gone." He winced the slightest bit, and Sammy noticed. 

"My Lord, what happened? You seem tense-"

The cartoon cut him off. "It is nothing. Trust me, it doesn't matter." He lowered his voice to say "Nothing matters," but Sammy heard it. He wanted to say something but alas, he had been told it was nothing. And so, the inky human would respect the smaller demon's wishes. 

He remained silent.

Bendy breathed in a slow breath, regaining his composure. "Sam-Sam, I'm gonna tell you somethin'."

The prophet turned his wandering attention back to the demon. "Hmm?"

"...Do you believe in dreams?"

Sammy didn't know what to say. Did he? He settled on his answer. 

"I do."

"And... and do you believe I've done wrong?" He would not look at his prophet. "W-with the dreams, I mean."

Sammy opened his mouth. (Let's give him one, alright?) "You have made your own decisions. I am in no place to judge them."

Bendy sighed. "Sammy, I ask for your opinion. Do you believe I've done wrong?" He glared at the floor, awaiting an answer. Sammy could not help but be truthful. 

"I... Yes... We all have."

Bendy smiled sadly. "That's all I brought you here for, Sam-Sam. I just... I needed someone to say it to me."

Sammy adjusted his mask a bit. "My Lord, we all have done bad things here."

"...Not like I have..." The demon began to walk towards the doorway, and leaned there. "I've sinned more than everyone here altogether."

"Whatever you had done, I forgive you."

Bendy closed his eyes and then opened them once more. "..." he then straightened. "Sammy, I don't think you know what I had done." He looked him in the eyes of Sammy's mask. "If you're going to say you forgive me, then for fuck's sake you should know what I did."

Sammy felt startled at the swear. 

"Sammy, I'm going to tell you what I'd done." He breathed. "I'm the reason you all are trapped here."

The inky human did not understand. "...?"

Bendy did not dare blink. "I'm the one who has kept you in that body."

Sammy felt realization dawn upon him even more. "You...?" 

Bendy finally blinked and nodded once. 

At first, the inky man felt a anger begin to simmer. But at the tone of his Lord's voice... Well, he could tell the demon was sorry. The anger immediately diminished, and he was forced to ask. 

"...Why?"

____
682 words

TO BE CONTINUED...

-----

Hope that'll satisfy you all for now. 

I'm kind of struggling because, first of all, Sammy's obviously devoted but confused. He isn't much of a lunatic as in the game, because... I don't know... Maybe he hadn't been at that level of insanity yet? I just really don't think I write him right. I needed to make another chapter of this, because if not I'd be angry for not updating it when I wanted to. I'm also kind of wondering if this book will even contain smut or the likes of kissing. I dunno... But if it does, then it does. If it doesn't though, please don't ask why. I don't know- my favorite smuts to write are these two, so why the heck don't I just add some lemon in this? The answer is because I simply DON'T KNOW. I'm also running out of ideas so... Um... Yeah. If you want to make a suggestion, I won't mind. 

Any who, I'll stop boring you all.

-XDX