Welp I'm back in action! Hahaha- Oh boy this was a trip to write. I've got another Drabble idea already to make up for the pain really. I'll try to get it out within the next two days.

Henry's eyes opened slowly. He found himself laying on his stomach in a strange room. His vision was blurry and he blinked slowly as he pushed himself up from the wooden floor.

"My head… what… happened?" He muttered as he pushed himself into a kneeling position and rubbed at his head. He clenched his eyes shut as he tried to remember where he was and why his body felt so sore and in pain… well more than usual that is.

I got a letter from Joey… There was a Machine and- BORIS! Henry's eyes shot wide open as he remembered. Boris was cut open, he went and turned the Ink Machine on and when he checked on the wolf Ink was spraying everywhere. He knew it would take some time to heal and instead of standing there to let the ink spray in his face, he had decided to see if he could speed the process up more if he went straight to the source of the ink and bring it back to the wolf.

The room was boarded up… It… It wasn't before and… and that thing… What… what was that thing? Henry shuddered, his breathing getting a little erratic from remembering the thing… He remembered the oozing ink, the large pointed horns and… and a familiar smile that only belonged to one toon he knew well.

The old animator shook his head hard. He couldn't… no he didn't want to believe his friend, his creation was turned into something like that. Nor did he want to believe that… that his little friend had tried to kill him.

I have to get out of here. Henry thought immediately as he pushed himself up and almost stumbled back when he finally took notice of the three closed coffins in the room, two upright against the wall and one down on the ground. One of the two upright coffins had an ax leaning against it and… he finally noticed the fact that he had woken up right in the middle of a pentagram.

Oh God… Joey how far did you really go? Henry shuddered as he carefully went over and grabbed the ax with a shaking hand. The old animator turned to try and leave out the open door, one which he presumed that he had entered from seeing as the other one was boarded up… but found that what laid outside had been collapsed, forcing him to go through the blocked off door.

Using the Ax he cut the boards down and proceeded through at a quick pace, quickly noticing how the building itself seemed to be larger then he remembered. It was… unnerving to say the least. Back where he started he at least knew where everything normally would be and there were only a few changes here and there… but down here he was going in blind.

Speaking of blind, he had to pull his spectacles off his face to clean them a bit before reading the newest writing on the wall he saw… As well as try to place exactly where he recognized the writing from as he read it.

He will set us free. Next to that writing was a small cut out of the familiar toon demon and Henry tried to fight off the tears that were starting to form in the corners of his eyes. He just wanted to get out of here… he just wanted to see a friendly face, or hell anything that wasn't… wasn't the thing that chased him and flooded the floor with ink as it did.

"What the hell is even going on anymore here?"

Henry had found a tape recording, which had a voice that belonged to one of his old co-workers, Sammy Lawrence. That's when it clicked with him on the writing, it was the same as the old music director's…. What really made him jump was the fact he swore he heard Sammy's voice, not from the recording but his actual honest to god voice right behind him… only to find no one was there.

"I need to find a way out of here…"

Henry then hurried and froze before a hallway flooded with ink. He had a terrible feeling about it but carefully stepped in and waded his way through… only to see a figure walking down the hall on the other side.

Calling out to the person Henry hurried as fast as he could to try and hopefully talk to the first friendly face he would find. Though that proved to be useless as the person had vanished, leaving only a Bendy cutout in front of a large Demonic circle. Next to it was a shelf full of Bacon Soup, one of the better products they sold back in the day. Well at least in Henry's opinion at least, then again most others didn't agree with his opinion… Joey being a big example.

Henry's level of uncomfort was practically through the roof at this point as he had to backtrack and press three switches to open the gate to even move ahead.

Seriously Joey… Why must everything be so complicated with you? Henry scowled as he entered… the Music Department.

The old animator stood still as he stared at the sign. Memories of old danced through his head. Bendy dragging him down here to listen to the band's recording sessions. Boris and Alice convincing him to play the banjo a few times while they played their own chosen instruments after hours. Boris being the only real one with talent, while Henry could at least play a few notes on the banjo and Alice was practically a beginner on the Violin. She was determined to learn how to play it though despite all the sour notes she would play. Bendy found he had a hidden talent for Piano though when he would join them in actually trying to play an instrument, but more often than not he seemed to take up either dancing to their tunes when they sounded decent enough… or conducting them in a little over exaggerated way.

Henry frowned softly as he turned his gaze away from the sign and by default the memories as well. As he learned after the war… it's best not to dwell on the past for long, especially when one's life was in danger. The old animator explored the area, a few things were new to him but other then that everything seemed like it was almost in the exact same place they once were so long ago. Especially the exit… though the large pool of ink was gonna make it hard to leave.

Wonder if there's another way out… or a way to drain all this ink? Henry pondered and flipped the power switch on, knowing for a fact he's gonna need it to open up the way to Sammy's Office as well as the Infirmary if his memory served right.

When he left the stairway Henry was soon attacked. They rose up from large globs of ink and pulled themselves on messed up arms towards the old animator at surprising speeds. Henry's eyes widened at the humanoid faces they had that seemed to be distorted into an agonizing scream. When one of them got within reach Henry's Fight or Flight instinct finally kicked in and he cut through it with the ax, fear guiding his hand more than anything else.

The old animator during the entire attack from strange ink monsters felt like he was back in the war to the point his breathing was heavy and he felt adrenalin pumping through his tired old bones. A few of the strange beings had gotten him but with the help of the ax he took care of the lot of them.

His breathing and loud thumping heart however didn't slow down at all. Flashes of the things he did in the war… the people whose lives had ended by his hands flashed through his mind and instead of ink Henry only saw blood on the ax and on his clothing and arms. He felt tears of fear falling down his face and the fear still pumping through his heart… even as some of the ink seemed to just fade away with the ink monsters.

Henry backed up against a wall and slid down into a seated position with tears falling down. He dropped the Ax right next to him as he held up both hands and stared at them quietly questioning what he had done. He tried to reason with himself that they were just made of ink and… whatever Joey had done, but then his thoughts turned to the Cast and almost instantly the thoughts changed from images of people he had to bring down in the war… to his own friends- No… no they meant more to him then that… He realized it more when he returned home way back in the day... they were family to him. The very thought of himself cutting through his own family… it made everything feel worse.

Then, just then, his thoughts settled on one thing. One thing that stopped his own fears and tears as the realization settled in… Joey was the one who had called him back after all these years… Finally allowed him to even enter into the old building instead of changing the lock and not hiring him back… He had been messing in all the dark arts.

Joey is the real one at fault… Henry thought as he pulled himself up. His old bones and the lingering pain he had not completely agreeing with him as he did.

Whatever those things were… or were supposed to be were made by Joey… They were trying to kill me. I… I may not like it but if they keep coming after me like this… I'm gonna have to suck it up, just like back then, and fight my way out of this hell. Once I'm out though… I'll come back better prepared. I still have to rescue my family after all.

Having found his resolve once again, Henry pushed himself onward. After grabbing his ax and cleaning the tears off his face first though.