Enter a decaying animation studio, but can you escape from the nightmares inside, or will you be drowned in an endless abyss of tar black ink
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"Hehehe, are you lost? Me oh, you want my name it's Bendetta the Dancing Devilette but my friends call me Bendy although I have these fuzzy memories of another name called Y/n %=÷*"
A melodious but creepy voice spoke up while she started giggling as she helped up an older man off of the decaying away floor
"Come on now, Henry, we've got to find him before they find us." She said, looking around the area to walk towards a sealed off before she pulled it off of the hinges. "Whose him...? My angelic boyfriend Alan Angel, he's very territorial for an Angel boy but he's so handsome and with his singing voice makes me swoon, but we're running from my papa The Ink Demon."
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"Bendetta, is that you, my lovely devil~" Let's dance these fakes to cloud nine, my babydoll~"
A deep, husky, and seductive british accent laced voice spoke up behind the recording studio glass window way.
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