The Handprint

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"Did you have fun?" Allison asked as they walked in.

"Yeah, we decided to explore around the area," Susannah told her as Tom closed the door behind him.

"You hungry?" She asked, the girl nodded.

She handed her a bowl when there was a knock on the door.

Susannah put down the soup and started towards the door when Henry blocked her with his arm. He nodded towards Tom, he crept forward and swung it open.

Susannah pushed past Henry as Tom went to leap towards him.
"Wait!" She cried, elbowing past him. "Sammy..."

The ink person stumbled towards her, he enclosed her in a hug. She heard Henry growl from behind her.

He began to sob and she led him over to the couch.

"Sammy, what's wrong?" she held his hands in hers.

"I r-remember. I remember it all." He took his mask off to show his face.

Turning towards Henry, he said, "I'm s-sorry I tried to sacrifice you. I'm really sorry."

Susannah wrapped her arms around him, he clutched her tightly.

"You remember? Like, everything before the ink?" Henry asked, Sammy nodded, wiping his eyes.

"It was you, Henry. You helped me." He lifted his head from her shoulder and leaned back a little, pointing to his chest.

"Henry! The hand!" She moved so he could see as well.

"It's the same as mine," he lifted his glowing right hand and gazed over it.

"It must've brought his memories back," she added, pressing her hand to where the handprint was.

"I've been such a horrible person," Sammy said.

"Everyone makes mistakes, Sammy," Henry answered.

"What about Bendy?" Susannah looked up at him.

"He'll kill me if he finds me," the music director sighed. "I can't worship him anymore."

It was silent for a moment when Henry spoke up.

"I'm sorry for punching you earlier."

"Well, I did knock you out with a dustpan before-hand," he shrugged.

Allison laughed. "I guess that's fair then."

Tom sat on the workbench. 'Is Sammy on our side now?'

"Yeah," Susannah answered him.

'How can we trust him?'

"Tom, he would never lie to me."

"What did he ask you?" Sammy glanced from the wolf to her.

"He wanted to know if you were on our side," Allison told him, Sammy pulled Susannah closer to him.

"Of course I am. Otherwise, I would be dead."

Sammy had settled down and Allison and Tom had gone out for a while.

Every now and then Henry would check on him.

"Are you okay? Do you need anything?" He asked, standing next to him.

Sammy nodded. "I'm okay, just a little cold."

"Cold?" Henry picked up a blanket and placed it over him.

"Thanks," he pulled it up to his chin and put his mask back on.

"You're still keeping that?" Susannah asked, sitting next to him.

"Yeah, I still feel weird without it," he rubbed his neck sheepishly.

Susannah pulled the blanket over herself and leaned into his arms. She sighed, Henry frowned a little. "Come here," she leaned over and pulled Henry towards her by the arm. He sat next to her and she threw the blanket over him. Susannah held his hand and shut her eyes.

Her breathing became slow and steady, and eventually, the other two adults fell asleep too.

A/N: YES SAMMY'S FINALLY ON THEIR SIDE, I CAN WRITE MORE CUTE STUFF ABOUT HIM

    

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