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Anonymous asked : I know that there have been body swap fics for the Hells AU (at least I think there was), so I was wondering what if the world's biggest grump (Sammy) swaps with the biggest cinnamon roll (Boris)?
Oooh. That’s interesting.
Sammy had fallen prey to the magic of the ink yet again.
At this point, no one was surprised that it had happened to Sammy. He was like a lightning rod for weird magic stuff.
It was another body swap this time. With Boris. The two of them had been caught under a pipe when it had burst and had somehow swapped bodies, just as Bendy and Sammy had the last time they’d both been caught under an ink shower.
Thankfully, Joey knew how to handle it, but they were still going to be stuck like this for at least a day or so while he got the ritual set up.
Sammy didn’t particularly mind the swap as much since Boris was actually taller than him. That didn’t mean it wasn’t strange, though.
The bodies of toons felt strange to inhabit if you weren’t used to it. Toons had much more energy than normal humans, which meant that Sammy had a hard time sitting still and composing. He just felt antsy while sitting still, feeling the visceral need to get up and move around.
He was also hungry all the time, since that was part of Boris’ character.
“How do you survive like this?” Sammy asked as he devoured his 7th sandwich. It was only about 10am but Sammy had already devoured more food than he usually did in an entire day.
“I dunno.” Boris shrugged. “I’m just used to it.” He had a cup of coffee in front of him, smothered in cream and sugar since he couldn’t stand the taste of black coffee.
It was strange to see Sammy’s face looking so calm and amiable. Boris was such an easy-going individual, the complete opposite of Sammy. He sipped his coffee quietly with a bright and open expression.
Similarly, it was strange to see Boris look so frustrated and grumpy. Sammy was in a better mood than he usually was, since Boris’ body was predisposed to being happy, but he was still a little annoyed about how much he was having to eat.
The employees in the break room who didn’t know what was going on watched “Boris” and “Sammy” with confusion and a small bit of fear.
“God, I’m not gonna be able to get any work done today,” Sammy groaned, resting his head on the table. He’d finished all the sandwiches now, but was somehow still hungry.
“I’m sure Bendy and Joey’ll understand,” Boris said, taking another long sip of his coffee.
“Yeah, probably.” Sammy’s ears drooped. “But what am I going to do all day?”
Boris put his mug down and smiled at Sammy. His smile was mischievous in a way that Sammy had rarely seen on the toon wolf’s own visage.
“Why don’t I show you how toons pass the time?” He suggested.
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At the end of the day, when Bendy and Joey came to look for the pair, they found them in the Bendyland area. Sammy in Boris’ body laid on the ground, his whole body practically flattened with exhaustion. Boris sat in a folding chair looking very pleased with himself.
“Geez, Bo,” Bendy laughed. “What’d you do to him?”
“I helped him burn off some energy,” Boris replied. He actually looked and sounded rather like Sammy at that moment, a sort of smug pride in his face and voice.
“Well, it’s time we get you both back to normal,” Joey said. He nodded to Bendy, who slung Sammy over his shoulder, still chuckling to himself.
“You know, this was a fun day,” Boris said, getting up as well and following them out. “It was interesting being human.”
“You mean it was interesting watching me be a toon,” Sammy mumbled, his words muffled by the fact that Bendy’s back was in the way.
“Maybe.” Boris smiled wider.
Bendy started laughing louder. He wasn’t the only troublemaker in the studio.