Author's Note: Hey, guys! I have the next chapter ready for you all! We'll get to see a bit into Henry and Boris' thoughts in this one!

The journey through the warehouse and back out to the entrance was short and the group said next to nothing as they came to a realization. With "Alice's" influence and powers able to attack them from anywhere, they were basically prisoners until they finished these tasks. They were slaves to a fallen angel. However, as Henry said when Boris voiced this realization, they just had to do as she asked and they would be out of here and back on their way in no time.

As they reached the entrance to the angel's domain, the door closed behind them and "Alice;s" voice came from speakers above their heads.

"My machines are hungry. Gather me some spare parts! I'm looking for a special large gear that can be found in some boxes on the walls. I have a tool for each of you in that tube near the door. Take them and get moving."

A sound like moving metal came from the group's right and they saw part of the tube rotate, only to turn back around and reveal four large wrenches. Everyone took one and examined them, before "Alice" spoke again.

"Look for boxes on the walls and use these to get them open. There should be a few on Level K, but I've also seen some on the other floors. When you're done, bring them back and put them in that box to your left. Now, go."

Henry gave a nod, knowing that the inky woman could somehow see him. He looked to Betty and held his wrench in a tight grip. "Okay, so I think we should split up. We'll be able to cover more floors that way. Be careful for any Butcher Gang clones. I saw a few Charleys in there, and I think I saw one that looked like Barely. I can only assume all three are here in the studio." He pointed to Alice with Boris with his wrench. "You two, take floors 11 and P. Betty, follow one of the toons. I'll take Level K. Let's head to K first, then you guys head to your floors. Once you've found some gears, find somewhere close to the elevator to hide until I come get you guys. That way we can head back here together."

Everyone nodded before Henry began leading them to the elevator once more. As they reached the lift, that familiar echoing voice came from over their heads again.

"There are so few rules to our world now. So little truths. But there is one rule we all know and respect down here. Beware the Ink Demon. Stay out in the open for too long and he will find you. For if you see him, you'd better hide. If you don't, well, I enjoyed our date. Now, let us begin our work."

Henry looked up as the voice faded, before returning his gaze ahead, leading the group to the elevator. Once everyone was inside, he pushed the button for Level K and stepped back. The lift began to move and as it did so, Alice spoke up. "Henry?"

Blue eyes moved to the black pie cut ones beside him. "Yes?"

"Do you think she'll really let us go once we do all of the stuff she wants us to?"

Henry frowned, pursing his lips together. He had thought about what the angel had said, and the way she looked at Boris and Alice earlier. It was a look of pure resentment and anger, as though she hated the two cartoons. And with how she seemed to be obsessed with her appearance, Henry had a hunch of what that look was for. "Truth be told," he finally answered to his little angel friend. "I don't know. You can tell she wants to be beautiful with what she said earlier, but I don't know how honest she's being with us. For all we know, she could be sending us out to get killed by Bendy." He held his wrench with one hand, setting its head in his other palm. "But she's shown us her powers. If we want any chance of getting out of here, we've gotta do as she asks and not incur her wrath."

Alice nodded in understanding, gripping her tool as if it was her lifeline. She was scared, scared beyond anything else she had felt in this studio. She had been trapped here for the five years since Bendy's transformation, and not even when she had been cornered by monsters and Bendy himself had she been this scared. Something about this woman terrified her. A shake of her head was given. Alice knew she couldn't be scared now. The end was so close at this point and she knew that all of this would be over soon. She just had to take a brave stance and keep going.

The elevator dinged and the doors opened, letting Henry see that they had reached Level K. He stepped out, hearing Betty say, "Good luck, Uncle Henry" behind him. He then heard the sound of the elevator moving down again.

And there he was, on his own, all alone. He was on his own until they met up again and he felt a sense of fear in his heart. He had been in a war and yet he was never this scared… save for time he had gotten trapped under rubble during the war and was afraid he would never be found. But even then, the fear he felt wasn't as overwhelming as this dread was now.

Henry shook his head and gripped his wrench a little tighter. He had been a soldier once. He wouldn't let his fear get to him so easily. Sure, it had been some time, but he knew he was braver than this. Taking a deep breath, the former animator began to make his way up the stairs that the group had taken earlier to get to the lift.

The halls of Joey Drew Studios were eerily quiet as Henry got to the top of the stairs and went back through the halls that had led them to the elevator. He didn't notice until now that the hall he was in had mechanical parts and gears like the darkened hall they had walked through before. It was like someone had busted open the walls to reveal the inner workings of the building and made a hallway.

As the man walked further in, Henry came into a room he hadn't noticed they had passed through. It looked to be a storage room for Heavenly Toys. Shelves lined the walls in neat rows, filled with toys of Bendy, Boris, and Alice. Many had fallen over and ink puddles splashed under his feet. More of the dark liquid seeped from the ceiling and trailed down the walls. Henry looked to his left and noticed a gear box on the wall. He quickly screwed it open and found a large gear in the middle of many smaller ones. This must be what "Alice" had asked for.

Taking the gear and putting it into his pocket, Henry began to think again as he searched the walls and found a few more of the boxes. He couldn't help but feel that there was something familiar about "Alice." Something about her voice was trying to ring a bell in his head, but he couldn't place where he had heard that voice. Sure, it was one among many that the fallen angel seemed to have, but that main voice seemed familiar.

After a few more minutes of searching, Henry concluded he had found all the gear boxes on this floor and made his way back to the elevator, pushing the button and waiting for it to come up. When it did and the doors opened, Henry stepped inside and pushed the button for the floor just below him, hoping the others had done as he asked and was now waiting for him.

Reaching the floor below, Henry waited for the doors to open and stepped out, gripping hsi wrench with two hands.

"Henry."

A whisper came from his right and his gaze moved to a Little Miracle Station near the corner of the room. Out stepped Betty and Boris with a few gears in each of their hands. Betty looked at her figurative uncle and asked, "You find some?"

A nod given. "Yeah, I found a few of them, I found four. How many did you guys find?"

"I found four, too."

"I found three," Boris spoke up.

"Alright, now we just need to find Alice. Did she go downstairs?"

Betty nodded and the two followed Henry to the lift, pushing the button for the next floor once inside. The climb down was short and as soon as the doors opened, a little angel came running in with a few gears in her arms. She quickly shut the door and panted as she looked up at the others. Henry noticed the shock on her face and asked, "Alice, are you okay?"

"I-I'm fine… There was… Henry, you were right. All of the Butcher Gang is here. I ran into another Charley clone and… there were two others. One looked like Edgar, but two of his arms were put together with some metal thing, he had a mouth on his head, and he had a real eye instead of a cartoon eye. The other one… it had Barley's body, but his head was attached to a string on a stick. And it looked… horrifying." Alice shuddered at remembering the screeches of pain and anger they made when she was spotted, and the sounds of cracking and popping all over as she fought them with her wrench. "Henry, I was so scared. They were so ugly and they wouldn't stop chasing me… I had to… but I didn't want to…" She closed her eyes and a few inky tears ran down her face.

Henry could see the tears and he reached down and wiped them from Alice's cheeks. "Alice… I'm sorry. I know it must have been hard since they look like the Butcher Gang, but I can assure you, those weren't them. Those were monsters Joey made, not the Gang. You didn't hurt them, you didn't kill them. Those monsters tried to hurt you, and you were only defending yourself. And trust me when I say that they're in a better place. Okay?"

The words seemed to calm Alice considerably, and she nodded softly, sniffling a bit. She held out the gears she had collected, showing that she had found at least eight of them. "I got eight gears."

Everyone jumped when "Alice's" voice suddenly came over the speakers.

"Ah, that should be plenty. Return them to me. And try not to die on the way back."

Henry looked around, waiting for more, but nothing else was said. He pushed the button for the ninth level and the slow climb down began.

Alice placed the last of the gears and the wrenches into the box next to the warehouse entrance and the voice of the taller angel spoke to the group once more.

"Have you seen them? The swollen ones! They're just stuffed full of extra thick ink. It makes me sick! And yet… it's the perfect thing for keeping myself together. If you're going to catch them, you'll have to learn to move quietly. I have some new tools for you."

The sound of turning metal made everyone look, and in the tube were what looked like four large syringes. Each of the group took one and examined them, seeing that the needles were fairly large and hollow.

Betty gently flicked a finger against her needle to make sure it wasn't loose, before turning to Henry. He was looking over his tool when she asked, "Same plan as before?"

The former animator nodded. "Yep. Betty, since you were with Boris last time, try heading with Alice to Level P. Boris, head to Level 11. I'll take K again."

Boris' steps were quiet as he looked around in the small room he was in. He had been dropped off on Level 11 before the others headed to their respective levels. He had started thinking as he searched for the ones "Alice" called, "the Swollen Ones." A thought that he couldn't shake took over his mind as he found some writing on the wall beside him. In the time since Henry and Betty told him that Joey had strapped him down and gutted him, Boris had thought that to be true. But now that had changed. What if this copy of his friend had been the one to gut him after Joey strapped him down all those years ago? And for what reason would she do that? Just to make herself beautiful?

Another thought passed through the wolf's head as he walked into a small room with large windows to the hall. There were multiple of him now, clones that had had the same fate as him, but were not brought back to life as he was. What if he actually wasn't the Boris that he thought he was? What if he just had the memories of the first Boris that Joey made? It made sense to him, but at the same time, it didn't, and Boris' head was starting to hurt from thinking about it.

A humanlike moan caught his ears and he turned to look through the window. Inside the other room across from him was a desk, a camera, and some papers scattered on the floor. It wasn't those that caught his attention though. What did was the… rather large Searcher sitting in the middle of the floor, groaning as if in pain. Boris realized this must be one of the creatures "Alice" was talking about. It certainly looked… swollen, like there was too much ink in its form to be stable.

Remembering the words of the fallen angel, Boris began to tiptoe out the door and towards the other room. Every creak the floor made seemed to be louder than it really was and he silently cursed as he got closer to the door to the room. When he reached it, he pushed it open a quietly as he could manage. The squeak that came through caused the Searcher to stiffen, before going back to its gently movements. Boris nearly sighed in relief but managed to keep himself from doing so when he remembered to move quietly.

Taking the syringe in both hands, Boris finally got within inches of the monster. He felt his lip trembling at the noises the creature made. It sounded as if in great agony and he almost couldn't bring himself to do this. However, he knew that if he didn't, his friends would suffer for his mistake. Raising up the syringe, he brought it down into the Searcher's back and it cried out as he drew some of the ink from its body.

"I'm so sorry," Boris almost whimpered out as he took the tool away. The monster seemed to melt away, its form slowly turning into a puddle of ink. Boris let out a half sob, half cough, before running towards the elevator. He had closed his eyes and tears flowed from their corners. As Boris tried to wipe his eyes, he was stopped when he bounced off of something large, right in the middle of his way. He fell onto his back and his syringe fell from his hand, skidding across the floor into a wall.

The wolf looked up and pushed himself up with his arms… only to stare up into the unseen eyes of the Ink Demon.

Author's Note: Uh, oh! Looks like Boris is in trouble! Can he get out of it alive? Find out soon!