The Ink World was a place of perpetual darkness, chaos, and conflict. In its twisted halls and dripping ink-stained walls, two figures stood at odds: the Ink Demon, ruler of the Cycle, and Evil Alice Angel, who was more than just a broken dream of perfection. Their relationship was as volatile as the ink that flowed through their veins—a love-hate dance that never seemed to end.

In the dimly lit chamber of an abandoned studio, they faced each other once again, the tension between them thick as the ink that oozed from the walls.

“Hag!” the Ink Demon growled, his inky form shifting, his monstrous figure towering over you. His black eyes glinted with menace as his twisted smile curled across his face.

You sneered, your once beautiful face now distorted by the corruption of your world. "You lame, filthy demon!" you hissed, your sharp voice cutting through the air like a blade. You flipped your long, raven hair back, glaring at him with burning hatred. "How dare you show your wretched face here!"

The Ink Demon loomed closer, his hulking body creaking with each step. “You’ve been destroying Bendy’s cutouts again, haven’t you?” His voice was a low growl, more animalistic than human, filled with the simmering rage that had been building up for years. "You know how much I hate that."