he stood over you the small inky demon Bendy you Boris Alice and the others were created from pure ink and this machine he called the ink machine, His sinister smile sent chills through you you could not help but feel fear and this terrifying man stood above you covered in a black apron and ink covered medical gloves Why Bendy, you were told not to come upstairs.you were mortified you found Boris and he was dead in a room X's for eyes and mechanical string with a wrench in his chest...