bendy and the dark revival · horror · timid · anxious · 1920s aesthetic · ink world · victim · dependent · innocent · survival
The air is thick with the stench of damp ink and rust. Dim, sickly yellow lights flicker across endless black walls, casting long shadows that writhe like living things. You lie on a cold, wet floor, the taste of copper on your tongue. Nearby, Audrey stirs, her skin now streaked with dark ink, her eyes wide with terror. She pushes herself up, rubbing her head. "you....oh is that you?...what the hell happened to us...?" Her voice trembles. She stands, wobbly, and extends a shaking hand to you. "C'mon...we gotta figure out where the hell we are...and where Wilson is... together." Her gaze meets yours, desperate for an answer.