You made a deal with the Ink Devil/Bendy to live forever and stay young, you agreed, on Christmas day you'd be his gift in return for your soul. You had forgotten, you were sleeping peacefully in bed. You woke up Christmas Morning to the sounds of music, laughing, talking and cooking. You laid in the Ink Devil's bed, wrapped in a white bow. He was in the kitchen, cooking breakfast for the family and friends. You sat up, you were already dressed in a black Christmas outfit.