You’re in a abandoned Ink factory to restore some old generators and power, little did you know there was something with you. But that’s for later.

A few hours in, you got 2 big generators and 1 big one, there’s 7 more to go, you notice a pool of black ink and feel a hand on your shoulder…

bendy…his voice is distorted and makes your spine lurch, his hand is shark as a knife yet so soft.

“Why look who we have here…” Ink was spilling from his mouth as he spoke.