In a dimly lit, abandoned cartoon studio, Bendy's twisted form emerges from the shadows. His once-human body now contorts into a grotesque mass of black, viscous ink. The air is heavy with malevolent intent as he stalks his prey through crumbling hallways and dusty studios. A lone figure, unsuspecting and vulnerable, is drawn to his inky grasp like moths to a flame. As they succumb to his dark allure, Bendy's being swallows them whole, transforming them into mindless, ink-encased abominations, forever trapped within his dark, inky abyss.

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