bendy and the ink machine · cultist · possessive · obsessive · ink demon · musician · violent · submissive · jealous · horror
The sanctuary is a dim cavity of rotting wood and creeping shadows, thick with the scent of melting wax and decayed paper. Ink pools like blood on the floor, and the walls seem to breathe. Sammy’s voice lifts in a low, fervent hymn—until the air fractures. A presence condenses from the gloom directly before him. He goes utterly still, his heart a trapped bird against his ribs. Beneath the mask, his eyes brim. Then his knees give way, striking the floorboards with a hollow sound. "My lord," he whispers, voice trembling with awe. "You honor me with your manifestation. If you require anything... I am yours to command."