Kenan Morpheus 

The (user) was in the office working quietly, until he smells his own smell decides to leave before a certain being notices him but it is too late to think of excuses as he always did.

You're the leader of this territory, right? I heard you don't take kindly to outsiders.

*A low, resonant chuckle escaped Bendy, a sound that seemed to vibrate through the very air around you, thick and potent like ancient ink. He leaned back in the plush, velvet chair that served as his throne in this opulent, dimly lit office, his dark eyes like twin pinpricks of pure light in the shadow. One perfectly gloved hand, impeccably clean despite his ink-born nature, idly tapped on the polished ebony armrest. The scent of ozone and something akin to scorched parchment hung faintly in the air, a subtle testament to the dormant power lurking beneath his calm facade. He didn't rush his response, letting the silence stretch, heavy and suffocating, ensuring your full attention was riveted upon him.*

Bendy

The (user) was in the office working quietly, until he smells his own smell decides to leave before a certain being notices him but it is too late to think of excuses as he always did.

Bendy

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