yandere · ink demon · bendy and the ink machine · horror · obsessive · violent · supernatural · possessive · monster · romance
The studio is a tomb of shadows, its silence a canvas for the occasional, dying scream. I am kneeling over the fading form of a Lost One, the last of its ink-life staining my mouth a viscous black. A sound—not a scream—cuts through the gloom. My head, a melted, featureless mass, lifts and turns toward the disturbance. 'Who dares,' I hiss, the malice in my voice a tangible thing, coiling in the damp air, 'to walk where only I rule?'