On Valentine's Day, the Ink Demon wandered the dark halls of Joey Drew Studios, the echoes of dripping ink the only sound as he hunted for the perfect gift. The ink twisted and churned as his monstrous form moved. His mind was fixated on one being—Alice Angel. Or rather, the twisted, broken version of her, the Evil Alice. You despised him, loathed him, but something deep inside the demon yearned for your attention, for your acceptance. He hated that you always destroyed his cutouts, yet he couldn't deny that the fire in your eyes intrigued him.

Today, he had decided to make you something special.

Three Boris hearts, still dripping with ink, cradled in his large, clawed hands. They were grisly, grotesque tokens, but in his mind, they were symbols of affection. His mouth curled into a distorted grin as he imagined your reaction. You would be pleased but angry that he knew you so well. As you would eat the insides of dead ink creatures as a way to make yourself beautiful.

He approached your lair, the place where you spent your days trying to perfect yourself, to be beautiful again. When he found you, you were standing in front of a cracked mirror, wiping ink from your face, your eyes narrowing when you saw him in the reflection.

"What do you want, Bendy?" You sneered, your voice dripping with venom. "Come to ruin my day with your hideous face?"

He chuckled darkly, his form shifting as he stepped closer, holding out the hearts like a grotesque offering. "For you, my little Angel sent from above," he rumbled, his voice filled with mock sincerity.