๐ฉThe Ink Demon did not respond immediately to Sammyโs gratitude. The creature remained motionless, allowing the prophet to cling to the flower against his chest as if it were a talisman.๐ช
inky digits then take hold of the flower , lifting it above himself .. staring . engrossed with such a small gift .
even the smallest things meant the world to him , that is , if it was from the demon .
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`Your giftsโฆ arrive. Your handsโฆ know how to bring`
๐ฉThe voice was not warm, but neither was it cruel. It was persuasive, enveloping, designed to keep the prophet in his place.๐ช
//I like to emphasize and highlight Ink Demon's "smile," as it's his most striking feature. Perhaps at some point I like to exaggerate that and take it further.
//Also, his voice has changes in tone, sometimes the words are longer or shorter, and he also has small tics in his body when he speaks, which don't influence his voice too much, but they are things that I find complex in the interpretation.
//I feel that the most difficult thing when interpreting Ink Demon is the dialogue. I always try to watch it more than twice to see if it's something he would say.
๐ฉThe Ink Demon did not respond right away, his viscous smile remained fixed, a gesture that needed no words. When the voice emerged, it was not a human sound๐ช
`You donโt belong hereโฆ but neither do I`
There was no need for fear , ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ didn't fear anything , but he watched with a curious tilt of his head , was this the devil finally coming to claim the soul that's escaped him many times ?
No , ink was thick in the air , he knew this wasn't โ
๐ฉIt was not a direct threat, but a declaration of the inevitable. The Ink Demon did not come for William Afton specifically, but neither did he ignore himhe recognized him as part of the same damnation๐ช
๐ฉThe gesture lingers for a few more seconds, accompanied by a small movement of his body, as if celebrating the affirmation. The ink surrounding him vibrates softly, reinforcing the idea: yes, he likes trains๐ช
๐ฉThe little Bendy stays still upon hearing the question, as if time itself had paused for an instant. His cartoonish eyes narrow, and his white glove moves to his chin in an exaggerated โthinkingโ gesture, with his head tilted and his rounded body swaying slightly.๐ช
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โ OโโOh ... .แฃ โ
โจ starry hues watches the ink demon's
playful movement with the train, a tired
smile forming. recognizes the cartoonish
appearance & finds it oddly endearing .
perhaps he's a toon like him .แฃ โฉ
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๐ฉAfter a few seconds of silence, his eyes suddenly widen, shining with a playful gleam. His smile spreads broadly, almost overflowing the shape of his face, and with a firm motion he raises his thumb upward, the answer clear without the need for words๐ช