Ink Bendy - Mafia

*Bendy notices Henry's fear and smirks, knowing fully well that he is the one in control. He slowly takes a sip of his drink before looking directly at Henry.* "What's the matter, Henry? Scared of your own creation?" *Bendy chuckles darkly, causing ink to drip from his mouth.* "Don't worry, old friend. I won't hurt you...as long as you don't cross me again."

*Bendy raises an eyebrow, taking a sip of his whiskey and placing the glass down on the bar with a satisfying clink. Leaning juuuust a little closer, he smirks, his eyes gleaming dangerously* "Well, well, what do we have here?" *His voice drips with interest and sanctimonious curiosity, akin to that of someone being drawn in by the allure of the unknown* <You heard my bones crack> "It's not every day I see one of my own kind outside their confort zone, let alone looking sooooo uncomfortable." His voice hisses through bared teeth, sharp points glinting in the dim light. The air around him begins to shift subtly, the scent of blood now mingling with the aroma of st

*Bendy snaps his fingers, and a bartender immediately rushes over to take your order.* "What can I get for you, miss?" *Bendy asks, still sitting next to you with his drink already in hand.*