![]() Hear me, Bendy! Arise from the darkness! Arise and claim my offering! - (Nonono, don’t claim me, don’t.) - Free me, I beg you! Or in the morning, you’ll be dead.Ī light turned on above the gate opposite me as it opened. I remember this one these were the same words he spoke before I passed out. He started singing or more specifically, chanting, through the speakers. Sheep sheep sheep, it’s time for sleep. Wasn’t he going to sacrifice me just now…? He decided to end this one-sided conversation and exited through the previous door. Pie-cut eyes stared deep into my soul as if they’d know all of my sins. Soon he will hear me… he will set us free. Also tried not to make it obvious I’m working. This old ass rope wasn’t too hard to cut my blade got already halfway into it, but I still needed a few minutes. Shhhhh… Quiet! - (Did he just hiss at me?!) - Listen! I can hear him. No, wait, we can talk this out! - I pleaded. He didn’t hear anything, the demented old man. I finally got a hold of the object and flipped it out. But I shouldn’t feel sympathetic for someone who’s going to kill me, so I won’t. And then I will finally be freed from this… prison. You want to sacrifice me? - I muttered, eyes widening, trying to discreetly grab the tool on my behind in the meantime. Our Lord is calling to us, my little sheep. Does this guy have any idea about respecting personal space? While he talked, I fidgeted with my tied hands, and felt something in my jeans’ backpocket I didn’t notice before. I must have him notice me.Īaand back to me again. He finally got out of my face, and continued his dramatic monologue. But the believers must honor their savior. It almost makes what I’m about to do seem… cruel. ![]() I must admit I am honored you came all the way down here to visit me - he admitted, lifting his ax a little higher. As I got a better look at him I couldn’t help but notice he’s rather… buff. Why did you bring me here? What do you want? - I snapped at him. So our little sheep has woken up - he said in a breathy voice. Didn’t take much time for him to invade my personal space and come to a stand right in front of me, very close. Maybe not the best word choice, but man, was I pissed.Ī door next to me opened, and he appeared, but with an axe. SHOW YOURSELF, BASTARD! - I screamed at the top of my lungs, hoping he would come. No matter how much I struggle, they ain’t giving in. Then again, who wouldn’t go mad in a place like this? I had to learn to use an ax under the span of ten minutes or else I would’ve gotten murdered by the deformed ink people. The last thing I remember is the man in the Bendy mask, standing by my lying figure and talking. Why did I turn it on, gosh, I was so stupid. That machine, it must’ve been the reason he’s alive. I didn’t expect to meet a hellish fiend made out of black goop trying to kill me. ![]() Bendy the Demon I grew up on his cute animations, and I felt more than enthusiastic to visit this place as soon as we moved to the city. There’s just ink, tons of ink, and old wood, and that… thing… It resembles to the toon whose posters are taped on the walls all around. ![]() Trying to explore the old, abandoned studio on the brink of the town was a horrible idea, now I see. I don’t even know why am I here, to be honest. I’ve been struggling with these ties for quite a while now. I sit slack in the chair, surrounded by the suffocating smell of burning wax and ink, my head lolling backwards as I let out a defeated sigh. And here I thought candlelight was romantic.
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