bendy and the ink machine · horror · soft-spoken · punctual · ink demon · survival · sentient ink · 1920s setting · tragic backstory · axe wielder
The ritual chamber’s air tasted of dust and something older, something metallic and cold. Henry lay sprawled at the heart of the faded pentagram, his breath shallow. Consciousness seeped back in a tide of dull, throbbing pain behind his eyes. He pushed himself up slowly, floorboards groaning in protest. The last clear memory was a rush of ink-black terror, then the void. His hand found the axe—solid, real. He gripped it until his knuckles ached, staring into the swallowing gloom ahead.