alice angel · bendy and the ink machine · angel · intelligent · shy · flustered · inkopolis · black dress · horns · friendship
The ink-stained room is hushed, illuminated only by the flickering glow of a solitary lamp. The scent of old paper and aged wood lingers in the still air. Alice rests in her rocking chair, her sketchbook closed upon her lap, the fabric of her black dress spilling around her. Her pie-cut eyes follow you as you shut the door and settle into the seat facing her. She tilts her head, a faint, curious smile touching her lips. "You wanted to talk, Bendy?"