What a TIME to be Alive!~ [Bendy and the Ink Machine]

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    "Business is slow, as usual." Joey Drew, 'The Creator', mumbled as he scribbled tiny drawings of Bendy, one of his 'Creations', down on a piece of paper. He had Ink all over his hands and forearms, not wanting to think of why there was. He heard a few boards fall from the ceiling in the maze he called 'work', groaning as he laid down his pencil. He got up abruptly and frowned, grabbing a hammer and a few nails. 
    "Oh Joey..~" He barely jumped, looking forward into the darkness as one, tiny light shed above a deformed, Ink-covered..Bendy beneath it. It grinned, making Joey drop the hammer and nails. He didn't know it had worked. He tried to get words out, but he was too..happy to speak. 
    "I-It worked..? The summoning?" He questioned himself, looking down and fiddling with something. 
    'Bendy' still grinned, staying in his spot. "Yes, it did, in fact, it worked too Good.." Growling and snarling was heard from behind him. Boris, who's chest was still open and somehow sputtering Ink every second, showed his 'unacknowledged' teeth, frightening Joey as he backed up against a wall. Bendy chuckled, "Goodbye, you Pathetic Liar." 
    Boris then lunged at him, placing his jaws firmly on Joey's chest, ripping off the flesh as blood poured from the newly-made wound. 
    Boris asked in a scruffy voice, "How does it feel?"Tutti i diritti riservati

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>Chapter 1; The Nightmare has Arrived<
Tue, Mar 21, 2017

Cover Art Credit to OLmisstaniashy on Deviatnart.
    -
    "Business is slow, as usual." Joey Drew, 'The Creator', mumbled as he scribbled tiny drawings of Bendy, one of his 'Creations', down on a piece of paper. He had Ink all over his hands and forearms, not wanting to think of why there was. He heard a few boards fall from the ceiling in the maze he called 'work', groaning as he laid down his pencil. He got up abruptly and frowned, grabbing a hammer and a few nails. 
    "Oh Joey..~" He barely jumped, looking forward into the darkness as one, tiny light shed above a deformed, Ink-covered..Bendy beneath it. It grinned, making Joey drop the hammer and nails. He didn't know it had worked. He tried to get words out, but he was too..happy to speak. 
    "I-It worked..? The summoning?" He questioned himself, looking down and fiddling with something. 
    'Bendy' still grinned, staying in his spot. "Yes, it did, in fact, it worked too Good.." Growling and snarling was heard from behind him. Boris, who's chest was still open and somehow sputtering Ink every second, showed his 'unacknowledged' teeth, frightening Joey as he backed up against a wall. Bendy chuckled, "Goodbye, you Pathetic Liar." 
    Boris then lunged at him, placing his jaws firmly on Joey's chest, ripping off the flesh as blood poured from the newly-made wound. 
    Boris asked in a scruffy voice, "How does it feel?"

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