A/N: Well, I said I would I make a Bendy fanfic and I did. Also, sorry if it's a bit slow. I tried my best to not rush things, hopefully, it's not moving at such a snail pace. And I have no idea how long I want this to be. I'm guessing near 10 chapters, but that's not really certain at the moment. So, this will have slow updates. Anyway, enjoy!

Just in case, whenever Chapter 2 comes out for the game, I will establish that this is canon divergent. So, if anything I put in this is wrong, well, just take it as if it was it's own AU (alternate universe).

"Will you tell me where you're taking me?"

"No, not yet. ...Alright, now raise your foot up here-"

"Joey, I swear if you're taking me to get murdered, I'm going to kill you."

"Yeah, yeah. And, we're here! What do you think?"

Removing his hands from his partner's eyes, the younger man blinked to get his eyes adjusted. The man gawked at the, uh, less than admirable scene before him. It was an empty, run-down wood paneled room. There had been some planks missing from both the floors and walls, there were visible layers of dust on surfaces, various sized holes in ceiling revealed pipes, there was a sound of dripping somewhere, and cobwebs, lots of cobwebs. The partner turned around to look at his rotund friend and feigned, "Uh, wow, Joe. Um, this is a, uh," he turned back to the dilapidated room, "a-a nice place you got."

The lankier man coughed as Joey smacked him hard on his back as he exclaimed, "Isn't it!? I know it doesn't look like much now, but let me tell you Henry, this place is going to bigger than Disney by the time we become famous."

Right…, Henry thought while rolling his eyes at the overblown thought. As his partner rambled about their soon-to-be fame, the tan-skinned man went down the hallway to the right, wincing a bit at the creaking floor boards. Ignoring the the random, abrupt end of the hall, he took another right down another corridor. At the end, there was a medium-sized room that held a few stacked wooden, splinter filled chairs. While making a mental note to sand the chairs down, he went down another hallway to find a boarded up room. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up, all senses telling him that that room meant bad news. He took a deep breath and sighed, "That could mean anything. ...Maybe they just wanted to tear down that room, but couldn't so they just boarded it up. Yeah, that sounds possible."

The lanky man also notice that there more hallways on the right and left. He groaned internally, Whoever built this place really liked hallways. So, he wandered down the left hall, took another left after he came to a small room, took a right, and then found himself in what looked like a screening room. There were more neglected chairs, except these were in rows like how a movie theater is set up. He also saw an old timey movie projector. He walked further into the room and noticed that this room wasn't as uncared for as the rest of the place. Granted, there were still holes in the ceiling and walls, and that the projector was covered in grime, but other than that it was in pretty good shape. Henry guessed, "Well, I probably would want this to be the last room to get ruined."

As he looked around the dusty room, he noticed that there was a wide nook. Feeling curious, he stepped towards the gap and saw that there was a little button on the wall. He stepped closer and saw the word above it were scratched out. However, the button clearly read "flow" and made his curiosity grow even more. I wonder what's it supposed to 'flow' to, the man thought to himself. Throwing caution to the wind, he pressed the button. ….Nothing happened. ….Well, after that bit of excitement, Henry made his way back to the workshop, ignoring the tingling in the back of his head as he passed the boarded room again.

When he made it to the workshop, he saw Joey carrying another grimey film projector. Peaking out from behind the machine, Joe asked, "Grk! Henry, c-come help me with this."

Immediately coming to his side, he helped lift the heavy projector and the two placed it on a rickety table. Both flinched a bit as the table creaked and wobbled under the weight of the machine, but it did nothing more than that. Not even letting a beat of silence pass, Joey exclaimed, "Henry, do you see this?"

Henry took a quick side glance at it and said dryly, "Sure do."

The chubby man groaned, "No, you don't get it! This is our inspiration!"

"...A film projector?"

"Yes! I'm thinking that we should do like a 20s maybe 30s type of cartoon. Smart, amirite?"

The tan-skinned man just rose an eyebrow at his mustachioed friend and replied, "Well, I do think a few words. Tiring, archaic, maybe even foolish, but smart isn't one of those words."

"What!? Oh, c'mon, what can go wrong?" As soon as the words left his mouth, the table suddenly gave out and collapsed, falling into splintered pieces. "Coincidence," Joey quickly said, causing his friend to once again roll his eyes. Seeing the unconvinced stare Henry was giving him, he begged, "Just give it a chance, Henry. Who knows? This could be great for us! We could become something worthwhile in this podunk town, maybe even bring in a crowd here. Please? I won't continue on without you."

Looking away from Joey's puppy dog eyes, he pondered, Well, I mean this place is a complete dump, but it's not like that can't be easily fixed. We also have quite a group of friends that's willing to be put into this project, anything worth practicing animation. Not only that, but this sounds better than just finding some soul-sucking, sellout company that worries about nothing except for merchandising to work for. He looked back at his friend, who still had a pleading look in his eyes, but it was slowly fading. Henry sighed and concluded, "We have to fix this place fir-"

Before he could finish, another hard smack on his back caused the air in his lungs to retreat. Joe exclaimed, "Ha! I knew you'd come around! Now, let's move this thing."

Rubbing his definitely bruised back, he started, "Sure, where did it come-"

"Oh, no! We ain't carrying it back there! There's so many damn hallways I don't think I can find my way back anyway," his friend just chuckled at his friend's griping. Another tingling sensation came to the back of Henry's head. Scratching it, he turned and a saw an unmarked door. He tapped his friend on the shoulder and tilted his head towards the door. Smiling, Joey picked up the projector and grunted, "G-Go on. Open the, guh, door."

As soon as the door was opened wide enough, the chubby friend haphazardly threw in the projector. Before Henry could scold, a chorus of smashing sounds echoed out from the opened room. The two looked down and saw that the room led down some stairs, however, it was too dark to see where the, now broken, projector was. Henry sighed as he took out his phone to turn on the flashlight. He was stopped when Joey suddenly chimed in, "Uh, you know what, it-it's my fault, I'll get the projector."

The lankier friend only raised an eyebrow, a bit surprised that he was actually trying to be a bit mature. Despite the weird behavior, he wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth. So, he just tossed Joey his phone and watched his friend descend for a few seconds. After a few seconds of watching pitch blackness, Henry thought, Well, I'm not getting anything done just by standing around. I might as well see if they left any other projectors. Bound to be one in these sea of doors. With that in mind, he left to embark on another thrilling adventure.

Don't worry, Joey isn't crazy yet. His reason for not wanting Henry to go down into the basement will be explained next chapter. Also, there will be a slight POV change (still in third person), but it will be brief. I hope I didn't screw up these characters, yeah I know we don't really know their personalities, especially Joey, but I still hope I'm making them...human. Does that make sense? Anyway, not much else to say. I hope you all enjoyed this chapter. Please tell me if you want me to continue! Review, please!

Also, just in case anyone says anything, yeah I have a weird theory that this actually takes place in current years, but the place is fixed up to look like the 20s or 30s. I know it kinda doesn't make sense, but I honestly just was too lazy to do research based around the 1920s. Give me a break okay, I'm trying ;-;...So, yeah, don't tell me I got the time period wrong.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything from Bendy and the Ink Machine.