Henry pressed the flow button and instantly heard the grinding sounds of the ink machine turning on. Well, now was the time to finally see how it looked in action and then run back to turn it off before Joey finally got here and caught him messing around and made him have to give an awkward explanation about how he had gotten so bored waiting that he had decided to temporarily stop being a sane and rational person and instead find out what would happen if he turned on the old ink machine that was probably as off-limits to anybody who was not Joey Drew as it had been thirty years ago. That wasn't a conversation that he wanted to have, so he took off towards the machine at a brisk pace to see what he wanted to see and then go right back and turn it off.

"Hey! Wait—what? Why'd it get all dark outside?"

Henry stopped in his tracks. Someone else was in the building with him and they sure didn't sound like Joey, unless his old boss had somehow increased the pitch of his voice by at least an octave. Before he could call out and ask who was there, the mystery speaker's question was answered by another squeaky voice. "I don't know, but there's ink on the floor so I can check it out. If someone else is here, I'll stop them."

That sure didn't sound good. The voice of reason started urging Henry to get out of there and, being the sane, rational person he was, he listened to it. The exit was around here somewhere, if his memory of the place was accurate. Careful to avoid the growing puddles of ink lest he leave behind a trail of footprints, he made his way down a few hallways in his search for a way out. Maybe his memory of this place wasn't so good after all. Maybe he should start backtracking and get out the way he had come in. That was probably the best idea. He turned around and quietly started his new course.

Ok, maybe it would have been better if he hadn't come back this way. Henry could only gape at the state of the room he had been in only a minute ago. Not only was the floor entirely flooded with ink, the flow button and all the walls were dripping with the black substance as well. Turn that thing off. He tried to splash as little as possible as he made his way across the room and pressed the button again. The flooding stopped, but everything that had been covered with ink prior to him stopping the flow was still coated in the dark liquid. Good thing most of the floor beyond this room seemed to be as well, because there was no way he'd be able to get to the other side without getting his shoes all messy. With the rest of the ground flooded as well, he wouldn't have to worry about his footprints being seen. Well, at least he was getting an idea of why Joey hadn't wanted anybody touching his machine. Still, why would he have anything like this in the first place?

Passing by the projector, Henry noticed that it was still on. His hand hovered over the off switch for a moment before deciding that it might be better to leave it be should whoever was looking for him see that he had come this way. And, of course, because he didn't really want to hear it come back to life the moment he left the room.

He didn't stop for anything else. Not for the locked doors, not for the piece of wood that had fallen from the ceiling and showed just how much this place was in need of repair, not for the poster for that one episode where Bendy had worn a tutu, not for—

"Wait, Henry?"

Henry did stop for that. Wheeling around, he scanned the room for who had spoken. But nobody was there. There was only the inky floor, a lone chair, his desk with some blank paper…except for the tiny, cartoon Boris that was waving excitedly in an animation that was happening by itself. On paper. Um…

"What is it?" squeaked a new voice. Before the man's eyes, a tiny angelic demon peeked out from the edge of the page, animating herself all the way. She noticed Henry, gasped, and then dashed up next to Boris to jump up and down and wave with him. "Oh my gosh oh my gosh! You're here! You're here!" the hyper cartoon squealed. "Bendy! Bendy! Bendy Bendy Bendy! You have to come over here right now you wouldn't believe who's here!" Boris gave an apologetic shrug on her behalf but continued to look excited.

Henry took off his glasses and wiped them on his shirt. He put them back on. Yep, the two cartoons were still on the page, still animating themselves. Being the sane, rational person that he was, he could not think of a logical explanation for what was happening, let alone how. He didn't have much time to ponder, however, because a splashing sound came to his attention. He turned around. Standing behind him was a terrifying ink monster. "Bendy!" squealed Alice.

Being the sane, rational person he was, Henry took off running.