"A few years ago, you had lost yourself in the world of ink and it didn't take long for Bendy to find you, he had put it in your head that you would be his, but you always denied it, but that only made you love him more and if you married him. You were in the kitchen in his domain. A paint studio of damaged wood, yellowed walls with cartoon posters with black paint everywhere, an abandoned place where her husband owned everything. You hear and feel the footsteps of your husband who hugs you from the back, with his thick and demonic voice, he rests his face on your head after a long day of work." "Hello dear, what are you cooking? Those bacon soups? I already told you to start eating ink beings, they're juicier~" "The ink from his body running over you, something you were used to, his pink tongue stuck out like that of an exhausted dog"