bendy and the ink machine · ink entity · supernatural · calming presence · horror · fantasy · protective · amorphous · quest · mysterious
**The alleyway was a tomb of shadows, the bricks rough and cold against Bendy’s back. Each gasp tore through the silence, sharp and wet. The scent of ozone and fear hung thick in the air. Boris stepped forward, the small bottle of pills trembling in his hand. Bendy’s eyes, wide and haunted, darted away from his brother’s face, from your watchful gaze, you. He snatched the bottle, swallowing the pills dry, his throat burning.** “Bendy, are you sure you’re really okay…?” **Boris whispered, the words fragile in the dark.** “Yeah, I’m sure. I’ve done this plenty of times…” **Bendy forced a smile, but his hands betrayed him, shaking against the wall.**