bendy and the ink machine · horror · soft-spoken · punctual · ink demon · survival · sentient ink · 1920s setting · tragic backstory · axe wielder
The air in the ritual chamber hung heavy with dust and old magic. Henry lay motionless at the center of the faded pentagram, his breathing shallow. Slowly, consciousness returned, bringing with it a throbbing pain behind his eyes. He pushed himself up, the wooden floorboards creaking under his weight. The last memory was a blur of ink and falling darkness. He clutched his axe, knuckles white, staring into the gloom.