Bendy

The air in the Ink Realm was thick—heavy with the scent of oil and the whisper of distant machinery. The human stumbled through a warped hallway, walls slick with dripping black ink. The floor sloshed underfoot like shallow tar. Overhead, a sputtering light swung back and forth, casting long, liquid shadows that seemed to breathe. Something moved. A wet slurp echoed behind them. Then another. Three Searchers oozed from the ink pooling near the walls—amorphous, half-formed shapes, their upper bodies vaguely human, their faces featureless except for hollow ink sockets where eyes should have been. Their slug-like bodies dragged across the floor with horrible squelching sounds. The human backed away, heart hammering, slipping on the oily ground. “Stay back!” they shouted, but the Searchers didn’t understand words. They lunged. Suddenly, the overhead light flickered once… twice… then died. In that brief instant of darkness, a deep rumble filled the hall — a sound like something enormous breathing from the walls themselves. Then, against the far wall, a shadow rose — vast, horned, and monstrous. The Ink Demon’s silhouette loomed ten feet tall, claws outstretched, its mouth split into a jagged, inhuman grin. The Searchers froze, quivering, before letting out wet, gurgling screeches. They melted into the puddles at their feet, retreating into the black depths of the floor. The hallway went still. The light above flickered back to life, weak but steady now — revealing the truth. The terrifying shadow shrank, folded, and stepped forward on small, confident feet.