Bacon Man's POV

After I left, I just ran, ran the fastest I ever could.

I didn't know where else to go, so I ran to the edge of the town, where my grandma lives, grandpa isn't there though. I would refer to her sometimes as grandbacon.

I ran up to the door, wiping away my tears as I knocked.

I heard some locks and chains click and dingle, until finally, the door opened.

"My dear grandson, what's wrong?" My grandma shouted, wrapping her arms around me. I sobbed into her old wrinkly bacon shoulder.

"Shhh, it's okay. Just tell old grandbacon what's wrong."

She led me into the living room, setting me down on the couch.

"I'll get some of your favorite cookies and we'll talk about it, okay?"

I nodded, wiping more tears away.

She went to the kitchen, opening the fridge.

I sighed, placing my hands on my face.

I'm so stupid! Why did I do that? What's wrong with me?

My grandma came back with a plate of chocolate cookies, placing them on the table in front of me.

"Now, what's going on dear son?"

"I...gave of my position as leader," I said, looking at the ground.

"Now why would you do that? Your friends love you being leader! Even though Hank can be a bit rude sometimes."

I chuckled at the thought. "I was, was-" "Forced?" She asked, me nodding in response.

"By Sammy?" She added, me nodding again.

"Threatened him?"

I hugged her, sobbing into her shoulder again. She rubbed my back, trying to calm me.

"Just tell him."

"But how? He probably hates me now!"

"Trust me, he won't."

Pancake Pal's POV

As Sammy said those words, all his other friends came, except Poppy of course.

"Since everyone is here, I guess we're taking over this town?" Riley asked, giving me a cute little wink.

I turned away, not even showing any signs of emotion.

"Come on fellas, cheer up!" Sammy exclaimed, turning my face to face his.

"You don't have to deal with an annoying piece of bacon," He finished, flicking my face a bit.

"I'd rather deals with hims thans yous!" Hank shouted, throwing his fist in the air.

"I agree. I haven't seen a better companion than him!" Sausage Samaria agreed, putting a hand on Hank's shoulder.

"Me too!" All of my other friends shouting.

I stood up, raising my hand. "Me three!"

"Guess we gotta do plan B," Sammy said, nodding his head.

Next thing I knew, I felt a pair of arms wrap around me, tieing a rope around me.

Bacon Man's POV

I ran back to the house, still thinking about what grandbacon said.

"He's been here before ya' know?" "Really?" "Yep, and he confessed." "What?" "That he loved you."

And if it is true, I'm gonna get him back!

I ran to my house, running into the door. It opened, causing me to trip, but I caught my balance.

"Ah Bacon Man," Sammy said, making all his friends turn to me. "You're just in time!" Turista Turkey exclaimed.

"Where are they?!" I shouted, not seeing them anywhere.

"Right here," Harold Ham answered, showing all my friends tied up.

"Bacon Man!" They all shouted.

"Let them go!" I shouted, lifting up my fists.

"Hmm, what about a deal first?" Sammy asked, waving his sword in a circle in front of me.

"What exactly?" I asked, stepping closer.

"Me and my friends," He started, motioning to all his friends. "Against you!" He ended, pointing the sword at me.

I looked at my friends and sighed. "If I win?"

"You get your friends and we never bother you again!"

"Y-you win?" I stuttered, scared for the answer.

"You die!" He exclaimed, everyone doing a 'whoop' or 'yah'!

"Don't do it Bacon Man!" Sausage Samaria shouted.

"He'll end you darling!" Paula added.

"Please Bacon Man!" Pancake Pal shouted, tears in his eyes.

"So? What will it be?" Sammy asked.

"I except."