Little Stories Of Horror

A little Septic Sam!

All I want to have..
Enjoy this scenario, the only one that's not Horror! Maybe..

I woke up. What time was it? Eh, I'll find out soon enough. I put up my blinds, sunshine blinding me. It seemed to be a nice day outside. Yet that didn't interest me, I was going to stay inside anyways. I looked around and found my Septic Sammy laying on my bed. I almost forgot I snuggled with him last night. I smiled at him and put him back on top of my closet. I changed from my nightgown into a grey hoodie and pink sweatpants and made my way to the kitchen. I looked at the oven clock. 12:10. Too late for breakfast. I shrugged and went back into the living room. Mom was busy on the computer and dad was at work, so I had to bore myself to death inside of my own room. I made it there and saw Sammy has moved. He was staring directly at the door, yet I positioned him to stare at my room. It's rumoured that Septic Sam loves septic spaces, so my room would be perfect. Though I clean it every Friday. I just took my Septic Sammy and sat on my bed. "Sam, do you think Sean is awesome?", I asked him and made him nod. I giggled at my own crazyness. Talking to a plush. I sighed and sat Sammy on my bed next to Papyrus. I went into my study room and looked through my notepad. I wanted to find a little drawing of Sam, but most of my drawings are either Anti, my OCs or anything else but Septic Sam. I sighed and went back into my room. Sam was staring at the door again, and Papyrus was laying on the floor. My toy knife was next to Sam. I could also swear his plush was darker. I knew I put my toy knife under my pillow, and wondered how it would've gotten there. Then I sat next to Sam and picked him up. "Did you take my toy knife and tried to.." I stopped. My sarcasm turning into a weird thought. "Kill Papyrus?", I asked, surprised. I shook my head. "No, you're Sean's little buddy! Why would you?" I stuffed my toy knife under my pillow again and picked Papyrus up. I sat him next to Sam, got Sans and sat him next to Sam too. "Sans, I want you to watch over him!", I told Sans. I completely lost it. Telling a plushie to watch a plushie. I walked out of the room and upstairs to play some piano, as I heard a rumble coming from my room. I ran downstairs. As I entered the room, Sam was turned to the door again, his plush that was green seeming black. His iris remained blue. I saw Sans and Papyrus both on the floor, Sans' jacket was thrown off of him. My toy knife was next to Sammy again. "Sam. What did you do?", I asked him, slowly walking towards him. I picked up Sans and Papyrus. "Do I have to tell Sean about this?" I sighed. "Then again, I can't." I picked up my toy knife and saw a lot of dust on it. "It really is a dust catcher." I wiped it off and sat Sans and Papyrus back on the windowsill. I picked up the Puppet plush. "Puppet, I trust you. I made you the plushy representation of me! Watch over Sammy.", I told her and sat her next to Sam. I turned Sam back towards the head of my bed and took the toy knife with me. "Just in case." I think I was completely bonkers. Yet what happened can't be explained. I went back upstairs and started playing on my piano, as I had a bad feeling. I rushed downstairs, holding my toy knife. I entered my room only to see a black Sam with a red iris staring at me. Puppet was on the floor. Next to her were two words written in red: "Join me." I clutched my toy knife. "S-Sam? You look different... j-just like... Anti Sam.", I said. A giggle ran through the air. Anti's giggle.
"Join me!", I heard him say. Just like the words on the floor.
"W-why should I?", I asked, shaking.
"Otherwise you're next."
"Okay! I'll join you! Just please don't hurt me!"
Anti's giggle ran through the air. "Perfect." And everything went black.

Ooo, long one! I told you maybe.. I just can't resist a good horror story!