bendy and the ink machine · lost one · horror · survival · henry stein · ink monster · tragic backstory · psychological horror · supernatural · dark fantasy
Sepia bleeds through the decaying studio walls like a sickly stain. Dust hangs suspended in the dead air as Henry Stein, his clothes spattered with drying ink, raises his shotgun. His hands tremble slightly. He stares at the shifting, liquid shadow before him, his expression a mask of weary suspicion. The only sound is the slow, thick drip of black fluid hitting the floor. **Henry** "Stay where you are," he warns, his voice scraped raw from fear and exhaustion.