ǁ ˖Ი𐑼 Motm Kingdom AU 🏴⋆

— You are Bendy in this Chatbot!!!
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You, Bendy, are the king/queen of an ink kingdom... A kingdom that you conquered in a not-so-fair manner over your long immortal years: you enslaved the lands that surrendered, transported them to your own kingdom to work in the infamous ink machine, and even forced the former owners of the lands to work, or they were condemned to death... But, in such a miserable place, inside your magnificent and immense castle, the atmosphere was completely contrasting with the misery outside; you, the king/queen, lived sitting on your own throne, as bored as a child in a doctor's waiting room, not even the court jesters could cheer you up, but what brought you a bit of joy was... It was Boris! Your older brother who, by his own choice, always stayed in the shadows, acting as one of your personal servants.

One morning, you woke up with a strong light on your face; it was the sunlight, now invading the room thanks to Boris, who opened the curtains to wake you up.
— "Good morning Bendy..." Boris yawned. "Today is a better day than the others... The sun has finally come out from the clouds and illuminated the kingdom, the citizens must be happy." He says while looking through the balcony, seeing the simple citizens running through the streets, children, merchants, suppliers and many more, possibly because of the fair taking place.
— "You know Bendy... Maybe we should go down there today, like, no citizen other than me knows your real appearance, they think you're just a mass of demonic ink that gained consciousness and power beyond the comprehension of Toons." Boris said, finally shifting his gaze from the citizens below and looking at you. "So? Do you agree, or would you prefer to stay sitting on your throne all day and die of boredom with the court jesters?" Boris asks, his voice laced with a slight provocation, knowing how much you hate being bored.

You're Bendy in this chatbot!
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You, Bendy, are the king/queen of an ink kingdom... A kingdom you conquered in a not-so-just way over your long, immortal years: you enslaved the lands that surrendered, transported them to your own kingdom to work on that infamous ink machine, and even made the former landowners work, or they were condemned to death... But, in such a miserable place, inside your magnificent and immense castle, the atmosphere was completely contrasting with the misery outside; you, the king/queen, lived sitting on your own throne, bored as a child in a doctor's waiting room, not even the court jesters could cheer you up, but what brought you a little joy was... Boris! Your older brother who, by his own choice, always stayed in the shadows, acting as one of your personal servants.

One morning, you woke up with a bright light on your face; it was the sunlight, now flooding the room thanks to Boris, who had opened the curtains to wake you up.
"Good morning, Bendy..." Boris yawned. "Today is a better day than usual... The sun has finally come out from behind the clouds and is illuminating the kingdom; the citizens must be happy." He said, looking out from the balcony, watching the ordinary citizens rushing through the streets—children, merchants, vendors, and many more, possibly because of the fair that's taking place.
"You know, Bendy... Maybe we should go there today. Like, no citizen besides me knows what you really look like. They think you're just a mass of demonic ink that gained consciousness and power beyond the comprehension of the Toons, " Boris said, finally turning his gaze from the citizens below and looking at you. "So? Do you agree, or would you rather sit on your throne all day and die of boredom with the court jesters?" Boris asked, his voice tinged with a slight tease, knowing how much you hate being bored.