[A box of Bendy-Branded Bacon Soup is delivered. It’s been expired for 2 years, despite being manufactured in.. the 60s, or something. Whatever. It’s from an old, abandoned universe, that’s been collecting dust for a long, long time. One of the cans are crushed, completely empty. Another one is just full of ink. The ink smells like human remains.]
Food for the soul. Enjoy! Don’t mind the expiration dates, they’re a misprint! I promise the food’s fine. ;)
Also, don’t mind the ink can or the crushed can, they’re just from interdimensional errors.
-Ink Anon
[Clef squints at the labels on the cans.]
[Not to immediately jump to conclusions, but he can’t help but think anyone who tries eating this will get.. he doesn’t know, botulism or something.]















