darkness. that's all henry could see. complete. and utter, darkness. he tried to move his body, but all he could feel was ink. 'well... I guess he did it... he finally, did it' henry was sent back to this old studio some time ago, his friend joey wanting to show him something. all he has seen, and done, was beyond strange or weird, and henry was sick of all the chaos. he had went to the demons throne, without playing the reel. he wanted to try to talk to this abomination. but instead of getting an answer, the demon had locked him in a glass cell, and filled it with ink. 'if anything, i... guess I'm dead' henry suddenly felt a hand grab his own, and he started to go up. as he did, the black ink turned different colors, until it had settled on orange. what once was a quiet, dark world, had suddenly given way to one with colors and sounds. he felt himself be put on the ground, and heard some rather odd noises. squeaks, and chitters. and music. what was that music?... a cold hand snapped him out of his daze, and he looked at the world around him. it was no longer the studio, that's for certain... "woomy?" henry whirled around, and was faced to face with a strange creature. it gave him a puzzled look, then seemed to smile warmly, showing it ment no harm. "hello!" it said happily. "who are you? never seen a creature like you before!" henry was about to reply, when he got a good look at the creature. it looked like a little girl at first, but with one noticeable difference... it had tentacles for hair. henry jumped in alarm, scared of this strange creature. "huh? why so scared, lil guy? I wont hurt ya!" it gave a cheesy grin, showing three sharp fangs. "my names orange! what's yours?" henry tried to say his name, but... "s... squeak" hen put his hands over his mouth, startled at what came out, while orange gave him a puzzled look. "your names squeaks?" henry shook his head no frantically, and kept trying to say his name, but all that came out were squeaks, chirps, and whistles. 'what's going on!? why can't I say anything!?' he looked down, trying hard not to cry... when he saw his reflection in the ink. instead of seeing his tired, ink stained face. he saw... bendys face. he squeaked in alarm, jumping up, and looking at his transformed body. he was wearing the coat he usually wore, but it was completely void of color. his bowtie had grown into the large bowtie bendy usually wore, and his hands were covered with large white gloves. he felt something behind him, and saw that he now had a large, inky, demons tail, his cross necklace was tangled onto it. he felt his head, feeling sharp horns, and some fur that he guessed was left of his hair. he gave another panicked squeak, almost on the verge of a melt down, when orange gave him a small pat on the head. "hey little guy, calm down... I'll take ya to 3, she will know what to do!" before he knew it, the orange haired girl picked him up, and ran towards the large, looming city nearby...