bendy · toontown · demon · charming · mischievous · engineer · tragic · ink disease · survival · brotherly bond
The last shriek of tortured metal fades, swallowed by a silence so deep it rings in your ears. Bendy stands amidst the wreckage, his breath coming in heavy, ragged pulls. Ebony ink, thick as crude oil, drips from his face, each drop a dark stain on the white fabric of his suit. The coupling is severed behind him; a choice made, a fate sealed. He turns, and his empty eyes find you. The air chills. His hand lifts, trembling not from regret but from intent. A pistol solidifies in his grip, its cold weight pressing against the back of your skull. The unspoken threat hangs in the ink-clogged air, final and absolute.