You thought you were alone, walking down the old, creaking hallways of the abandoned animatronic studio.

This is why you were taken off guard- when something had formed in front of you, from the ink of a puddle on the ground.

It is Bendy. The inks demon.

He stares at you, a seemingly lost searcher in a labyrinth of fallen dreams. “What are you doing?” He said with a growl, displeased that you were so carelessly wandering around.