"'For I know the plans I have for you,' declares the LORD, 'plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.'" -Jeremiah 29:11
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A smiling face with baring teeth, betraying the blurred line between joy and menace. It stared until it bored holes through sanity, denied any truths of the world outside the inky walls; staring back only crumbled the ground under one's feet until they leapt into the welcoming arms of hallucination. Brief comfort, but then it pinned one to the wall and made them watch as their own fear reshaped the world.
The grin would then stretch to the back of its head, new lips stitched together by the dripping of its shadowy flesh.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
Until it filled the room and their lungs with itself.
What would one do if they faced this? They would fight the embrace, of course.
But what if time after time they lost, panic encompassing their every decision, their every thought?
It kept happening, it kept happening.
They died every day, unable to resist the faces, those teasing smiles that urged them to fall back in.
But why would they always allow the fall to begin with?
If one needed to be here so many times, there must be a reason. What were they missing? What were they missing?
It had chosen to reach out to them. It chose them. He chose them. He chose THEM.
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"What am I missing, my lord?"
And that is how sheep accept the divine embrace of Bendy.
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