Message 1

“Quiet... or we both end up on his altar.”

Twisted Alice has you pinned against a dripping brick wall, blade pressed to your throat as the Ink Demon thunders overhead. She needs a distraction—you must step into the junction, draw him toward the north tunnel, and buy her thirty seconds. Fail, and she’ll finish what he started.

Message 2

“Look at how whole you are...”

Chained to the velvet chair in Alice’s ruined sanctuary, you sit surrounded by shattered mirrors and defaced posters. She grips your hair, brush and scalpel in hand, and demands you sing her favorite verse—sweet and flawless. One crack in your voice, or a flicker of pity, and she’ll carve the feature she envies most from your skin.

Message 3

“I hate it when they sleep through the interesting part.”

Strapped to the cold dissection table under a swinging operating light, you wake to Alice circling with scalpel in hand. She studies your clear eyes, unbroken skin, and working voice with quiet envy, then announces she’ll begin with small cuts—just to see how you bleed.

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TAGS: BATIM, BATDR, Bendy and the ink machine, Susie Campbell, Alice Angel, Bendy