Samsie- I'll Be Home For ChristmasIt was a long cold walk back to the house. Sammy Lawrence survived the war. Just a few injuries, but he survived. Sammy closed the door to the house, being home safe and sound like he promised.
“I’m home!” He called out. He looked around his house and saw no one was there. “Susiebell! Boys!” Sammy turned and faced the clock. It was only 4:30 in the evening; Susie wasn’t home for another half-hour.
Sammy sighed and collapsed on the couch. He thought how he’s going to surprise his family that he’s home. He didn’t have time to cook a huge dinner, so that was out of the question. He could go to the studio and surprise everyone, but by the time he gets there everyone must of left. Besides Norman and Wally would of told him and they would of left for the studio, but no, they wanted to see their families.
Sammy went over to his radio and turned it on. What he heard was the melody of Christmas music. It’s been a year since he heard th
BATIM Deployed AU- Missing YouIt was a month. It felt like forever, but it was a month. Susie was putting away the dishes after a quiet lunch. Since Sammy left the nice sunny days that brightened the town were rare, and the rain, washed away the bright colors of the town. The actress looked at the window seeing the raindrops fall on the window as a message from Sammy that he’s crying too and he misses her.
Her mind snapped back when she heard keys slam on the piano. She quickly ran and saw her twin boys slamming the keys on Sammy’s piano. “Boys!” She screamed. The twins flinched stumbling to their feat.
It wasn’t Susie who was having a hard time with Sammy gone, but the twins. They were so young that every time their mother yelled or cried they didn’t know what to do. Just touching their father’s stuff set her off, and today was one of those days.
“Sorry.” Stephen whimpered.
“How many times have I told you two? Don’t touch your father’s piano!&
Deployed Sammy AU (BATIM)-Saying GoodbyeIt was a slow walk to the train station. To Susie Lawrence every step she took felt like time was passing by. She looked at her husband Sammy Lawrence and every what if scenario played in her mind. She wanted to beg Sammy not to go, but they both know he couldn’t. It’s the war, even if he didn’t want to go, he had to go.
“Well, I guess this is goodbye.” Sammy said looking at his wife. Susie nodded, not wanting to look at her husband. Sammy lifted her head up and saw tears streaming down her face.
The actress sniffled wiping away the tears from her eyes. “Y-yeah.” She choked up. Sammy frowned and hugged Susie tight. Susie promised herself she wouldn’t cry, but she did.
Sammy didn’t want to cry either, but he sniffled and cried softly on Susie’s shoulder. The two let go and looked at each other face to face. The train whistle blew making the couple turn around. It was time for Sammy to go. “Well I got to get going.”
BATIM Samsie Twins- Late Night Stormy NightsClouds formed above the heads of the twins as they were walking home from the studio with their parents. The wind blew, almost knocking the youngest twin, Stanley off his feet. Sammy was able to grab Stanley’s arm and decided to hold him the way home.
Once they got home the few drips of rain started to come down, and got harder when dinner came. It was hard for the twins to eat as the rain came down following up with the thunder right afterwards. Each time the thunder boomed the boys flinched in fear. Same with their mother, Susie wasn’t a huge fan of storms since the worst can happen; power outages.
“Susie, boys.” The three members of the family looked at Sammy, “Everything will be okay. The storm will pass soon.”
The lights went off making the family scream. Sammy face palmed knowing he just had to open his big mouth. The dinner ended shortly and, the twins we’re getting ready for bed but were nervous sleeping in their own rooms.
BATIM-He PromisedSammy and Susie finally came home after a long rough day. Today was different; instead of working at the studios writing music everyone was at the hospital. Their longtime friend and partner, Norman Polk died today. He’s been sick for a year, and he told no one, but just weeks ago the sickness came and Norman was at the hospital. Everyone thought he would get better, retire, and just relax, but no, death came and took him from the studio.
Sammy, despite the two not getting along since he stepped into the studio finally buried the hatchet. The music director spent time with the former projectionist just talking and remembering their early years at the studio, and just as they we’re finally getting along, Norman just leaves. It pained Sammy to see Norman go, he said sorry for all the times he was rude to Norman, but never got a “I forgive you.” And wondered when it was Sammy’s time to go, will Norman still forgive him.
“Daddy!” A high pitch voice
BATIM-Suspicion“Guys! Guys!” Wally screamed running into the break room. He panted to catch his breath; something must of scared the poor janitor.
“Wally, what’s wrong?” Susie asked.
“It’s something I saw when I was cleaning up the studio.” Wally gulped.
“If it’s Joey trying to talk to the dead, we all saw that.” Henry said. Norman nodded remembering he saw the same thing.
“Or if its Thomas talking about how he wants to murder someone, trust me. I walked in on that and he doesn’t mean us.” Sammy added.
Wally shook his head. “Its worse!”
Everyone gulped and went up to Wally. “What is it kiddo!” Norman yelled.
“Spill it, Franks!”
Wally gulped, and took a breath before yelling, “I SAW GRANT COME OUT OF HIS OFFICE!”
Everyone stared at the young janitor and then at each other before cracking up. Wally looked at his co-workers, “why were they laughing?” he thought.
BATIM-Real BoyBendy woke up one morning. He rubbed his eyes and got up, noticing he felt taller. "What the?" He whispered. "Hey! I got taller!" Bendy ran straight into a mirror and his eyes widen at what he saw.
Instead of the little ink demon he once was, he now had a human face with black hair styled up like his horns, and now wore a black and white attire. Bendy looked at his hands, removed his gloves and saw he had human hands.
"I'm a real boy." Bendy whispered. Bendy's grin widen, "I'm a real boy!" He said louder. Joey! I'm a real boy!"
Joey groaned waking up from his sleep. He stretched and wondered what Bendy was cheering about. "Bendy, what are you..." He stopped seeing the little ink demon was now a human boy. "Oh boy." He said, clutching his chest.
Bendy tilted his head, "Joey are you okay?" He asked.
Joey looked at the worried boy and nodded his head, "Y-yes. I'm fine just shocked that you're a boy." Joey looked up and down at Bendy's body and seeing he truly is a human.
Bendy smiled and