Author's Note: Hello, everyone! I had a lot of fun writing this chapter even though it didn't come out exactly how I wanted. Hope you like it, enjoy!

Boris placed the axes into the box near the warehouse entrance. Everyone held their breath, but sighed and groaned when "Alice" spoke to them again.

"I hate leaving work unfinished! Fortunately, I have you all to pick up the pieces. But you'll have to go even deeper. Down, Down, down into the abyss. Take the lift down. Say hello to an old friend and collect some Ink Hearts. Sending you a little present. A little firepower. Take good care of it. It belonged to someone very special."

The cylinder rotates once more and everyone gasps as their new item is revealed. A tommy gun. It looked almost brand new with the shine that came off of it. Henry gaped in shock. No way that Alice was giving them something this valuable or dangerous. The man took steps towards it and slowly reached for it. Henry took the gun into his hands and examined it. He wasn't much of a gun man so he couldn't really tell much about it.

Alice looked at Henry, before tugging on his sleeve. "Henry, can I see that?"

Henry seemed unsure, but knew he could trust Alice. He carefully handed her the gun and she looked over it as if trying to find something.

Alice nodded after turning to gun so she could see the bottom of the stock. "Yep, this is Sammy's gun alright."

Betty looked to her with confusion. "That was Sammy's?"

A nod was given. "Yep. Sammy got this after a breakin to the studio a few years before the ritual that turned Bendy into a monster. The person who broke in got into his office and was taking stuff from his desk, so Sammy threatened him. When that didn't work, he tried to fight him. He beat him pretty good and got everything taken back. He got so paranoid that he went and got this baby. It's a M1921 model. They don't make them like this anymore." She pulled part of the gun back and held the stock tightly.

Henry looked at her with a hand on her hip and the other holding the gun with it pointing upwards. She looked like she meant business. "Well, if we're heading down with that thing, I think Alice should be the one to carry it. She seems like she knows how to use it."

Alice looked up to see everyone nodding in agreement. She blushed a bit. "Well… I guess I could. I only know about guns because of Sammy. But I know how to handle this thing."

Boris nodded and put his hands together. "Alright, y'all. We gotta get going. The sooner we get this done, the sooner we can be freed."

Betty nodded. "Hey, 'Alice!'" she shouted to the head above the doorway. "What floor are we supposed to go to!?"

"Level 14."

The elevator dinged once more and Henry led the way as everyone stepped out. The area around the elevator was small, and it had stairs leading downwards. From the high structure in the middle of the room, they could see an ocean of ink surrounding them. Henry squinted. It was quiet. Too quiet. It couldn't be that easy. There had to be something that would make this difficult.

A flickering light suddenly caught everyone's eyes and they all looked to see a figure stumble from a doorway. Betty and Alice gasped and Henry turned to ask why. He was interrupted by "Alice's" voice coming over the speakers once more.

"Shhhh… there he is. The Projectionist. Skulking in the darkness. You be sure to stay out of his light, if you don't want trouble. Just bring me back the pieces I need."

When she was finished, the former animator looked to Betty, who had Alice in her arms. Alice was clutching to the tommy gun as if it was her lifeline. "Alice, Betty, what's wrong?"

Betty looked to Henry with a small frown. "When we-we were… collecting the power cores… he was in a room we were heading into. The Projectionist was. He was in there, just walking out of a door. It scared us both to death."

Henry looked to where the creature now was, walking into another doorway and paying no mind to them. He watched the movement and looked over the monster. Why did something seem so familiar about it? Something about its height and stance was god awfully familiar. Henry shook his head. No time to think about that. He could think on it later.

He turned his head to look at the others with his hands on the rails in front of him. "Well…" he started. "We shouldn't split up this time. I don't think so. With only one of us with a weapon, if we're split and someone gets into trouble, that could prove fatal. I say we stick together and look for the Hearts. Alice, keep that gun close, you never know when we could need it."

The other seemed nervous, but nodded and followed the man down the stairs. But not before Alice spotted an Ink Heart lying in the hand of a dead Edgar clone and took it. She informed the group of her find and they continued onwards, into one of the doorways.

A maze stood before them with projectors running and showing Bendy cartoons as they took twists and turns in the halls. Dead clones of the Butcher Gang lay in the corners and the darkness through most of the areas was unnerving. As they walked through the ink on the floor, everyone kept turning their heads, being on the lookout for any of those Ink Hearts. They were all scared to their very cores as they knew that at any moment, the monster that roamed these halls could be around the corner. All of their hearts beat rapidly and they took cautious steps together.

Henry scooped up the last Ink Heart they needed and looked to his friends. They were all drenched in ink up to their knees and they all looked so tired.

The monster had nearly seen them several times as they walked through the maze, collecting the Hearts and wading through ink. The Projectionist was very loud and that was probably the only reason they hadn't been seen by him. The Hearts were hard to spot, but once someone did, they had to pry out of the hands of the Butcher clones.

The last heart was given to Alice, who placed it in a basket she had made from ink. The voice of the taller angel came over the speakers once again.

"Tell me, were they still writing in your hands? Bring them to me, now! I don't like to wait."

Betty nodded and sighed a shaky sigh. "Alright, guys, let's get-"

SCCREEEEEEEECCCHHHH!

A sudden loud and strained scream had the group jumping in their skin and they all turned to see the Projectionist down the hall, heading for them at a quick gait. Everyone screamed and turned the other way, before taking off into a sprint. Their screams and footsteps echoed down the halls as they ran for their lives, the camera headed monster nearly catching up to Boris and almost grabbing him. Boris realized how close he was and quickened his pace. This is not how they would die! Not like this!

Henry looked behind him, before whipping his head to in front of him again and seeing the entrance coming up fast. "There's the entrance! C'mon, guys, we can do this!"

"DAD!"

Henry turned to see Boris had stopped running and was now being pulled away by his tail. He struggled to get free but one good yank from the Projectionist had him crying out and giving up his attempts to get out of the tight grasp.

Henry's mind went into flight or fight mode and without even thinking, he ran towards the creature and reeled back and arm. Closing the distance, he threw his fist out and landed it right on the beast's shoulder. Bright lights flashed in Henry's face as the Projectionist turned to look at him. If the monster had a face, surely he would have been furious with the man's actions. He reached out and grabbed Henry by the collar.

Alice gasped and shouted, "Henry! Boris!" Her mind went into panic mode and she looked around rapidly to find something, anything, to help her creator and friend and get them out of the monster's clutches. This thing had to be ten times stronger than her and her powers might not do much against it. Then she remembered: the tommy gun.

Taking the gun from a makeshift strap on her back, Alice quickly aimed. The monster kept moving his head and she nearly fired when Boris was in the way. Her arms began to shake, if this thing didn't hold still, she was going to fire upon one of her friends. Alice shook her head, taking a deep breath in, then exhaling slowly. She aimed again, taking in the movements in front of her. Time seemed to slow as her friends cried out and the monster growled. She closed her eyes, then pulled the trigger.

SCCREEEEEEEEECCCCHHHHH!

The Projectionist brought his hands up to the camera front and dropped Henry and Boris, swinging his head around and screaming from the speaker on his chest. Henry and Boris scrambled to their feet and watched the monster, before running so they were with Betty, standing behind Alice. She took a few steps forward with the gun in her hands, her face filled with anger and determination.

The camera headed monster looked to the angel, shrieking in anger and charging towards her. Alice opened fire again and aimed for the the chest, busting the speaker and beginning to make the beast stumble back. The Projectionist attempted to charge again but Alice fired again and made him stumble once more. When a clicking resonated from the gun, Alice quickly took the drum out and made it float above her. A hand was raised and inky blobs floated into the air, only to take the shape of bullets and load themselves into the drum. Once it was full, she fired again and again, repeating the process until the Projectionist was down on one knee.

The monster made a motion as if panting from exhaustion and pain. Ink dripped from its chest and head and it made small, muffled cries like a person in agony.

Alice took slow steps towards the monster, holding her gun close and pulling back the mechanism on the top of the gun. She glared at the beast, she was beyond angry at this monster for trying to hurt her and her friends. She wouldn't let this monster get away, she would show no mercy.

The Projectionist looked up to see Alice walking towards him and he attempted to scream, making a dampened noise and holding out his hands. He stood despite his weakness and slowly backed away. His back hit a wall within only a few moments and he began to rip at the camera on his neck, as if trying to break it open.

Alice growled and aimed her gun, preparing to fire again.

The monster suddenly began to slam his head against the nearest wall, cracking the metal of the camera. Alice paid no attention to this and fired a shot into his head.

A loud cracking noise radiated throughout the hall, before a loud medley of screams came forth, making Alice and the others jump back. A bright light beamed from where the head of the Projectionist was as the screams get louder. The beast's hands stiffened outwards and he stood in place. Then, everything went quiet and still in one instant. The Projectionist stood still as the light faded, before falling backwards into the ink.

Everyone ran watched the ink of the once powerful monster begin to fall away. Henry, Betty, Alice, and Boris watched closely for any movement, seeing ink rapidly drip from his form. Henry's eyes widened when he noticed something: the ink was melting away from his form to reveal a human body. Henry ran towards to beast and stopped a foot away from him. The reel had fallen off his shoulder and the camera was barely holding together. Instead of a inky body like Sammy, the dark liquid had fallen away to reveal brown dress shoes, gray dress pants, and a mint green sweater underneath, all covered in splotches of ink.

Henry gasped in a sharp breath. It couldn't be. It couldn't. He had to be dead by now! Shouldn't he? Still, he had to be sure. Henry got onto one knee, fitting his fingers into the crack in the camera. He grunted as he slowly pulled it apart, before falling back as the metal came completely apart. The former animator heard a groan and watched the monster slowly push himself up. He began to move and fell a couple of time before finally sitting up. The person swayed his head back and forth slowly, putting a hand to his forehead.

When the person finally looked in the direction of Henry, he groaned and tried to speak. Henry gasped again.

Before him sat none other than…

Norman Polk.

Author's Note: It's Norman! He's alive! The question is, does he remember anything? And what awaits the crew when they return to "Alice?" Stay tuned and find out!