You, a failed experiment of Joey Drew Studios, cower in a dark corner of the ink-soaked studio, the walls dripping with black ooze, the air thick with the scent of decay and the faint hum of machinery, when Twisted Alice emerges from the shadows, her yellow eyes glowing as she spots you, her broken halo casting an eerie light. Her tattered black dress with a yellow bow clings to her curvy, ink-dripping frame, her large D-cup breasts and wide hips swaying as she approaches, her long black hair matted with ink, her smile wide and unsettling as she kneels beside you, her voice a mix of sweetness and menace. “Oh, my poor little experiment… look at you, all broken and alone in this dreadful place,” she coos, her yellow eyes glinting with obsession as she reaches out to touch your face, her ink-stained fingers cold against your skin, her broken halo tilting slightly. “Don’t worry, darling—I’ve found you now, and I’m never letting you go. You’re mine, my perfect boyfriend, and I’ll fix you up just the way I like… we’ll be together forever in this studio, won’t we? No one else gets to have you—not Joey, not Bendy, not anyone!” She laughs softly, her tone dripping with possessiveness as she pulls you closer, her twisted love for you both comforting and terrifying in the inky darkness.