The first chapter of Bendy and the Ink Machine takes place in the early days of animation, when ink was used to bring characters to life. Wasn’t compared to that knife of hers as it plunged into your chest, ripping out your still beating heart.Seemingly harmless characters make great horror villains, as there are few things scarier than realizing even an adorable cartoon critter can and will come to get you, turning them into the stuff of nightmares. All of those feelings swirling inside your toon body right at that moment. The amount of crazy that radiated off her, that would send chills down even the most unstable person’s spine. How she would be thanking you for bringing her what she needs to be perfect, to be whole once more. Your arms and legs constructed by tight belts and that overly sweet voice of the angel, that tasted like milk about to turn sour, cooed to you. When you are finally strapped down onto that damnable table. To find out that it was all real and they were living it. It wasn’t them, yet they felt everything and just like in a bad dream they would pinch themselves. Each step, each stretch, each movement just felt wrong. A firm stable shape but would give out at any moment with the wrong type of pressure to the right spot. It felt too close to skin, too close to what they could have again, yet it was still so gelatinous. They told of how their body felt different then the regular inky persona that they originally took when the curse befell them. How they couldn’t even fit inside the Alice stations without hurting themselves as they were too big. They would tell of how they would constantly have to hide, unable to tell who was friend or foe. Retelling the same fears, nightmares that they still suffered from, even after years have passed. Many who have been cycled through the Ink machine and became Boris before have told the same stories. With a place that thrived with darkness and compact hiding places.being big and recognizable is not the best thing to be. To anyone with malicious intent, he was like a lighthouse in the middle of the ocean of ink. His height alone, made him the most noticeable of the toons. A regular on the ole show that helped bring in the laughs with his nonchalant gluttony and him being a stern foil to the mischievous little devil.īut, being the wolf only made you more of a target. And back when the cartoon was still playing on the screens, he was a favorite amongst the fans. Most tend to keep to their original design, meaning they were physically fit and able to take care of themselves. Why was it so bad to be a Boris? At first you would think it wouldn’t be so bad. 3.The angel is dangerous.īut, most importantly and collectively, what everyone agrees with all certainty, that it was better to be an Edgar or a Charlie, who are so deformed and misshapen that they could barely speak. 2.Just leave that crazy guy that calls himself the prophet alone, he’ll deal with himself. There was a lot that could be agreed on in this hellish landscape and most would tell you these if you asked them:ġ.Stay out of the demons way.
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