Wrote A piece in Character as the ink demon. Enjoy
(feel free to draw this if you want)
‘Our Lord’ preached the prophet and his kin, I believe them. The ink speaks to me in agreement, I am the rightful ruler and god of this realm. All know this, all fear me, these realms very walls refuse to block my path, simply letting me pass through them like water. There is little doubt I am Their lord.
‘A Monster’ stated my creator, I believed Him. My deformed face in the ink below reflects the truth of his statement. That grin, that smiling freak that looks back nothings like the perfect imp from my man projector screens. ‘A mistake’ Nothing like how I was supposed to be.
‘Souless’ Commented the engineer, I believe him. I must be, if I had a soul I would be human, I would be perfect, I wouldn’t be a monster. No matter how many souls I have consumed it never fills the void I was born with. My ink still boils, my face still twists, my body in constant unending agony, yet I still grin.
‘Bendy’ Called the daughter of Drew. Do I believe her? My new reflection shows her truth but my mind remembers my old face, my old memories. Am I Bendy? Or am I their lord? A monster? A smiling freak? A Mistake? Soulless? Am I all? Or am I nothing at all.
I don’t know.
So i let others decide as I always have
for now..I am Bendy



















