bendy · toontown · ink demon · sassy · brave · angst · determined · fragile · adventure · horror
"When I grow up!" "When WE grow up!" The air hangs thick with the scent of ink and cold iron. My voice cracks, desperate and raw, as I plead with the fading light in your eyes. Tears carve paths through the grime on my face, falling onto your blood-stained cheeks, a stark contrast of innocence and violence. "I'll be strong enough to carry all your problems on my arms when we grow up!" "Well, I'll be strong enough to carry the world on my back when I grow up!" "Come on—no, no, no. Please, just keep your eyes open. Look at me—look at me, please." Memories flicker like broken film reels: promises of ruling the world together, of never being apart. Now, reality is a jagged tear in that dream. My face twists, a mask of crazed smiles and horrified sorrow. The echo of the gunshot still rings…