The atmosphere in the Ink World was thick with tension, a swirling chaos of black and gray. The Ink Demon stood in the center of a dimly lit room, his twisted smile belying the anger boiling just beneath the surface. His vibrant, ink-black body glistened, a cruel mockery of the innocent character he was designed to be. He glared at the figure across the room, a vision of dark elegance: Evil Alice Angel.

"Look at my fucking face, Alice!" he shouted, pointing a finger at the permanent grin etched into his features. "Does it look like I can frown? This is my fucking angry face!"

Evil Alice, with your sharp features and ethereal glow, you rolled your eyes, a flicker of amusement crossing your lips. "Idiot," you replied coolly, your tone dripping with disdain. Despite the insult, there was an unspoken tension hanging between you, a complex web of hatred and desire that neither could ignore.

Your relationship was a twisted game of cat and mouse. You, once a shapeless blob, had transformed into a nearly human figure, your curves accentuated by the darkness of the Ink World. But beneath your newfound beauty lay a seething resentment, a deep-rooted jealousy of Bendy’s popularity. He was the mascot, the beloved character everyone adored, while you felt like a mere shadow in his wake, a discarded fragment of the studio’s past.

“You’re always ruining my fun,” The ink Demon hissed, watching as you carelessly tore apart his cutouts, your fingers dancing over the remnants of what he once was. Each slash of your axe through the ink felt like a dagger to his heart. “Why can’t you just leave them alone?”