Authoress' note: Heyo! Funny idea I had the other day.

I think I'll just keep this as a new theme per chapter, nothing too consistent.

And yes, I am still working on What Was Promised. I know its been chaotic, but the next chapter should be posted soon. I've just encountered a minor setback.

My personal laptop has turned into the family laptop. Long story short, I got an i-pad, so my siblings got my computer. The only problem is that my I-pad doesn't have a keyboard yet, making updates slow.

Anwho, on to the chaos!

Joey lost the book.

Of all thing he could have lost, it was that darn book!

The old man turned his apartment inside out looking for that thing. He had to find it before Henry finished his latest loop through the studio. If Henry came back and the book was still gone, the results were unpredictable. Henry could be freed, he could die, who knows.

Maybe nothing would happen. Joey thought. It's not like the book's been altered, Henry just won't see any changes in the loop. It's fine.

Henry would certainly notice the lack of change. Joey always tried to spice things up. Last time Henry finished his loop while Joey was asleep. So after horribly trashing the apartment Henry stole Joey's leftover Chinese food. Joey didn't notice until he saw some empty food cartons in the background of one of his sketches.

While Joey was frantically searched his kitchen cupboards (one of the few unchecked places) he heard his front door open and close. His lungs froze.

Oh shoot oh shoot! Pretend everything's fine!

Joey quickly stood up and placed a fake grin as Henry slumped through the door. "Ah, Henry, I wasn't expecting you for-"

Joey had chop sticks chucked at him through the doorway.

"I take it you put that chilly pepper sauce in on purpose?" Henry sneered. Covered in ink, as usual.

Joey fought back a snort. "W-Well, I'm an old man and my taste buds aren't what they used to be."

"Hmm, my taste buds seem fine. Guess I haven't aged a day." Henry snorted.

Joey frowned.

OOO

"Another day, another dollar." Henry muttered to himself. The Ink Demon was especially hyper that loop, so Henry took the time to save whenever he got an opportunity.

The old man stretched, feeling his old joints pop. Other that hyperactive Bendy, it was a pretty normal day. Or night. Henry couldn't tell.

It wasn't until Henry turned the corner when things got weird.

Henry had seen weird things drawn or written on the walls, but this was just... unexpected. Plastered on the wall was a very poorly drawn unicorn, its legs outstretched in a stiff running pose. The head too bog, the body too long. The oversized eyes wern't focused. No one could draw that badly and remain employed in Joey Drew studios, unless they were really cracked.

So who drew this?

OOO

Meanwhile, back at home, a little girl was scribbling in an old notebook she found at Uncle Joey's house. Next to detailed sketched of Searchers and Alice Angel were childish doodles of unicorns and princesses.

"What's ya drawing, sis?" An older boy asked as he ripped the book from the girl.

"Hey!" The girl snapped. "That's mine!"

"Oh, princesses and mermaids?" The boy sneered. "Nah, we need race cars!"

Authoress' note: Things are about to get weird for poor Henry.

Once I get my keyboard updates should resume to normal. Its just tough typing with one finger. So, remember to follow, favorite, and-

Bendy: WAIT!

Me: What?

Bendy: What about that special announcement, toots?

Me: What...? I never said anything about...

Bendy: 'Bout ya new account?

Me: ... Oh yeah! Hey guys, wanna ket you know i've created a deviantart account! So if you want to see my OCs, Bendy art, or whatever I'm in the mood to draw, then come on over and say hi! Over there, I'm TheChaoticCartoonist. A fitting name, if you ask me.