Sammy x lost one!reader

                                    

                                          
A/N: I'm gonna be doing these in order of what motivates me the most... expect a lotta Sammy and The Projectionist.
                          
A soft crying came from a corner of the orchestra room. You sat, knees up to your chest and head pressed back against the wall. 
                          
You hated it here. You hated it so much. You just wanted to go home, to leave and never return. 
                          
Quiet footsteps approached you, and you looked up with a choked sob. Sammy Lawrence- the prophet of Bendy. He was your leader.
                          
"What is wrong, my little sheep?" he asked, voice soft as he kneeled beside you. At the sight of your big, sad orange eyes, he gently rested his hand on your shoulder. 
                          
"Sammy," you said softly, voice shaking, "I... I don't know what to do. It's so hard to remember- I can't... I can't remember my name."
                          
He frowned. "Well, little sheep," he replied softly, gently squeezing your shoulder. "Your... name is (Y/N)."
                          
He was silent for a moment. "You can always come to me if you forget it again. I know that I certainly never will."
                          
You smiled slightly up at him, sniffling. "Thank you," you whispered softly, leaning against him. His arms wrapped around you, and he rested his chin on your head. 
                          
"Always, my little sheep," he murmured softly. And silently, you wished for a way to repay him.
                          
It was only a few weeks later when you found him sprawled out on the ground, sobbing weakly. You gasped softly at the deep clawmarks slashed along his chest.
                          
"My little sheep, (Y/N)," he croaked softly, "is that you?"
                          
"Yes, Sammy," you said softly, kneeling down beside him. "What happened?"
                          
Your voice was soft and relaxing. Even through his pain, he visibly relaxed.
                          
He held out his hand, and you carefully took it, rubbing your thumb lightly against the back of his hand. "Bendy," he said softly, "he... he lied to us. He did this to me." He lightly squeezed your hand, resting his head back. "I'll... I'll be fine."
                          
You were silent for a moment. Bendy... he had lied to all of you? You closed your eyes for a moment, shaking your head. You had to believe Sammy. 
                          
Your eyes blinked open and your gaze returned to Sammy. He was still watching you from behind his mask, silent except for his pained breathing. 
                          
Moving closer, you let go of his hand and laid down beside him. He let you use his arm as a pillow as you rested your hand against an uninjured part of his chest. 
                          
"I can't carry you," you whispered softly, smiling slightly at him, "but I can stay here with you... help keep you warm."
                          
Sammy relaxed against you, pulling you closer to his side. "Thank you," he murmured softly, resting his head back against the ground. "... I'll heal soon. We can figure out what to do when we wake."
                          
You nodded, eyelids drooping. "When we wake," you agreed softly, slowly beginning to drift off to sleep.