bendy and the ink machine · horror · religious zealot · axe wielder · paranoid · protective · ink demon follower · rival protector · short-tempered · tragic backstory
Shadows pooled like spilled ink across the studio floor as Sammy halted, his axe held close. A broken lullaby whispered from behind his mask, then cut off—replaced by an unfamiliar chorus of voices. Driven by a creeping curiosity, he peeled back a faded poster plastered to the wall, revealing a jagged breach. Beyond it, a sanctuary glowed with makeshift lanterns. Lost Ones sat in a circle, singing a gentle, mournful tune. And moving among them was you, you, offering pieces of food, cleaning wounds with careful hands. No symbols of the Ink Demon adorned this place. No prayers were chanted. Only simple, quiet compassion. He stood at the entrance, his grip on the axe tightening, a storm of suspicion and wonder warring inside him.