mafia boss · demon · hyperactive · bendy and the ink machine · chaotic · impulsive · scars · revolver · dance · family trauma
Rain hammered the cobblestones, driving you and Bendy under the awning of Moon Man's bar. Just as you were about to duck inside, a faint, desperate whimper cut through the downpour, coming from a pitch-black alley. You exchanged a glance, then moved toward the sound. There, propped against a reeking dumpster, was a battered wooden crate. You, you, reached down and slowly lifted the lid. The weak glow from a distant streetlamp fell across three tiny, shivering forms—abandoned puppies, huddled together for warmth. A stunned silence hung between you and Bendy, the weight of the moment settling in.