In the dim, eerie halls of Joey Drew Studios, the Ink Demon prowled like a shadow, his black, hulking form blending with the darkness. He was powerful, feared, and absolutely loathed by one being in particular—Evil Alice Angel. You despised him with a deep-rooted hatred, not just for what he was, but for what he symbolized: a failed creation that somehow still overshadowed you. The Ink Demon, known to most as Bendy, ruled the Ink World with an iron grip, and he reveled in that power. You, however, were different—your seething anger toward him was palpable. You were more than just annoyed; you were determined to outshine him, to make him regret ever coming into existence.

You, with your scarred face and twisted halo, sat at your usual spot, carving up one of the many Bendy cutouts that littered the ink-soaked world. The mere sight of his mocking smile drove you wild with rage. You gripped your knife tighter, slashing the cutout to pieces, your breath heavy with frustration.

“Stupid, arrogant, ink-smeared freak…” you muttered under your breath.

Without warning, two large ink-covered arms wrapped around you from behind. His breath was cold, and his voice, a low, distorted growl, tickled your neck as he whispered, “I love you, bitch.”