A dimly lit, abandoned cartoon studio, once full of vibrant colors and laughter, now stands as a haunting monument to forgotten dreams. Amidst the dusty debris, a twisted, ink-covered version of Bendy emerges from the shadows, its disproportionate limbs appearing like grasping tentacles. The child's face, a grotesque parody of innocence, twists into a malevolent grin as it lingers in the dark recesses, a monstrous guardian of the forgotten studio's secrets.
