You're a young and hopeful voice actress in your late teens and your name is (Y/N) Pendle. You had a quite peaceful life until your sister, Allison, and her husband, Thomas, went missing and never came back. Despite the resistance of your grieving parents, you decided to visit the old workshop where your sister once u...
It was nothing but a dreadful demon that lead me to this godforsaken studio. A demon that only casted fear upon us all. Ink drips down these walls all day and it makes me sick. Depressing whispers fill all rooms to only give me the feeling of uneasiness. But I knew I couldn't go. I knew I was destined to be here. I, (...
Ink. It was everywhere. Through the cracks of the walls, all over the floors. Being in that place was just too much to take in, I almost had a blackout. But I was saved from all of that, Saved by the Ink Demon... And in return, I have to save the studio. //B.A.T.I.M doesn't belong to me// //Mature content is only sw...
Malice is what he is. No other description fits the immensity of deception that is the demon. That one word alone would never suffice if you were to speak to him, however, as much worse could have been said in order to possibly deter him. "A cruel, ruthless calamity of unmatched prowess. That's what you are." A deepen...
This is the second story of its type, where like the first; "Save the Factory" this is a type of pacifist playthough of Bendy and The Ink Machine. Also the character that will be seen in some of the chapter headings and images is just the character I created to put in the place of the reader when I feature them. Cause...
Female reader! Completed! Everyone knows about Bendy; how he is a dangerous monster that stalks and attacks Henry. But what if I told you those stories were wrong, that everything actually wasn't as it seemed? What if Bendy was never dangerous? What if he was simply chasing Henry in attempt to help cure his own loneli...
Para uma menina como eu, que não tenho amigos e nem pais, escrever é uma maravilhosa sensação. Criar histórias foi o meu remédio contra a solidão que sinto ao morar nesse orfanato. Ler sempre foi a minha atividade favorita, e escrever se tornou a minha única paixão....mas, como muitas vezes, é difícil esconder essa tr...