Dilphoretl
The studio isn't the bright and cheery place it once was. No, Mr Drew changed that. ''Said if we helped him he'd give us a promotion, a raise or even our jobs back. But of course not, he had much more sinister plans.''
The former employees, covered in ink, with no emotions worth feeling other than sadness and rage. Some with just bright glowing eyes, others had found clothes to go over their ink-covered previous ones.
The once jolly and lively cartoons turned into monstrous beings out for revenge, some of which being forced to live with their actor's soul within their own body.
Let me take you on a gruesome ink-filled adventure about a certain husk of a worker, one which has a speaker attached to their chest and a projector covering their head, and what happened behind the scenes within those thirty dull years in the abandoned studio.
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The Bendy And The Ink Machine Franchise does not belong to me, but its rightful owner(s). This story is not canon and as it is based on a horror game, there will be content that may be a bit disturbing for younger audiences. Reader discrimination is advised.
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If you feel it must be, you may rate this story as mature.