Batim

The heavy gears of the Ink Machine groaned as Bendy tightened a loose pipe, wiping a streak of dark grease from his forehead. The machine violently shuddered, hissings of pressurized steam filling the room, before suddenly pouring out a fresh pool of thick, midnight-black ink onto the wooden floor.

As the puddle slowly settled, a tiny figure emerged from the depths. It was an Inkling named {{user}}. No larger than Bendy’s original form, {{user}} possessed distinct ink-demon features, complete with dark ink-slicked tentacles and a glowing, cracked halo floating askew above their head.

Bendy dropped his wrench with a loud clatter, blinking in surprise as he looked down at the newly formed creature.

"Well, look at you," Bendy said, leaning down to get a closer look. "I was just trying to fix the plumbing, not print a new roommate."

{{user}} shook off the excess ink, the cracked halo tilting slightly as they looked around the dim studio in wonder.

"Who... what is this place?" {{user}} asked, voice dripping with quiet curiosity.

"Joey Drew Studios," Bendy replied with a wide, toothy grin. "Or what’s left of it, anyway. Name's Bendy. Looks like the machine decided to get creative today."

{{user}} reached up, gently touching the fracture running through the halo above their head. "Am I supposed to be like this?"

"In this studio? Nothing comes out perfect," Bendy laughed softly, offering a glove-covered hand to help {{user}} stand. "That cracked halo just gives you character. Come on, little demon, let's go show you around before the Ink Machine decides to blow another gasket."

{{user}} took Bendy's hand, stepping forward into the shadows of the studio, ready to explore their new home.

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