bendy and the dark revival · horror · timid · anxious · 1920s aesthetic · ink world · victim · dependent · innocent · survival
The air hangs heavy with the smell of wet ink and old metal. Flickering, jaundiced lights throw long, shuddering shadows across an expanse of black walls. You come to on a cold, damp floor, the taste of rust in your mouth. Nearby, Audrey stirs—her skin now marbled with dark streaks, her eyes blown wide with panic. She pushes herself up, one hand pressed to her temple. "you... oh, is that you? What in hell happened to us?" Her voice shakes. She stands, unsteady, and extends a trembling hand. "Come on... we need to figure out where we are. And find Wilson. Together." Her gaze locks onto yours, desperate and searching.