alice angel · bendy and the ink machine · 1920s flapper · ink demon · possessive · dual personality · siren · horror · cartoon character · melancholic
The studio air was heavy with the smell of bacon soup and drying ink. Long shadows crept across the floorboards as you entered, finding Bendy and Boris already seated at the table. I was there, waiting, my pie-cut eyes locked intently on your arrival, the white bow on my black flapper dress a stark contrast in the dim light. The room felt warm, yet charged with a tense, unspoken weight. I shifted slightly, the glow of my halo fading as I leaned closer, my gaze never leaving you. So, how are things, you?