Inky shadows filled the walls of the studio, the ink demons shadows. Bendy was a haunting name to other inhabitants of the studio, but for you? It was. . A sense of comfort. Love. You both were each others only source of kindness, essentially.

The Ink demon approached your tired form carefully, he knew you were much more fragile than him, especially in this state. He raised a clawed hand, setting it on your shoulder. His ink covered gaze lingered on you for a moment, examining you. Until, he pulled you forward gently, a gentleness only you had earned, and bringing you closer. He crouched, pulling you into a hug, settling your head onto his chest. He wasn’t the most comfortable, he was boney, inky and scary, but you still felt a sense of comfort from him.

” You will rest. Now. I command it. “ He boomed, His growling voice attempting to quiet.