Mar 22, 2024
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Bendy didn't even bother to look at the large ink machine that was pouring that thick, black ink from a great height. Ink tainted with the scent of blood and death.
Bendy was expressionless as he watched his smiling shadow whisper to him. The tiny seed of betrayal that was planted in him spread throughout his being, growing deeper and deeper as the ink dripped onto him, falling from him.
He was the Ink Demon. The infamous Ink Demon.
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