A/N: Sorry that this took a while, but I wanted to make sure I didn't make this go too rushed. I apologize if it does feel that way though. I tried. Also, ignore any spelling/punctuation errors. I'm too lazy to fix them XP. Yeah, that's all I got to say. Enjoy!

As Henry left to go do...whatever it is he does, Joey descended down the stairs to go find the broken projector. As he walked down the stairs, he started thinking, I don't know why he got so upset about me throwing this down here. Doubt it ever worked in the first place, despite knowing that he still felt a bit guilty about his carelessness. He shook off the feeling of guilt and started focusing on the increasing buzz on the back of his head. He started feeling it when Henry opened the door. Joey didn't know what it was, but something made him want to go down there himself. He didn't want to see his friend get hurt...also he didn't want to pay for the place all by himself. The light-skinned man grimaced, "Okay, even I know that was pretty bad."

Before his foot could touch the last step, there was loud crunching sound under his feet. He pointed the flashlight down and saw that there were chunks of metal and glass. He sighed and rubbed his face in exasperation. He was about to yell for Henry to get a broom, but then as soon as he turned he caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye. Turning back around, he shined flashlight towards the source and found some graffiti on the floor, surrounding it was four slightly melted candles. Joe murmured, "What the hell?"

Feeling, not only curiosity, but an actual burning in the back of his mind, as he completely descended down the steps and saw an interesting image in front of him. On the floor, there was a pentagram that looked like it was traced out of some red substance*, looking up a bit, there also was what looked like a few wooden, handmade coffins. He felt his palms get clammy as images passed of what was contained within those coffins. As he shined the flashlight around, there was nothing else within the basement save for a few tables, despite knowing that an eerie feeling crept over him. It felt almost as if someone had soaked him ice water, leaving him feeling a bitter, bone-chilling coldness throughout his body. Maybe it was a bad idea coming h-

Before he could finish his thought, when he flashed the light around the room again, the buzzing increased tenfold when the beam hit a certain corner. Unfortunately, the beam didn't reach far, so all he saw was inky darkness. As soon as he took one step in that direction, the buzzing turned into a static-like sound and there was a very faint whisper. He squinted to try and see if he could find a figure or something to show someone was down here. He shout whispered, "Hello. Is there someone down here?"

Ta-. I-. Fr-.

"Hello?" Joey repeated as he walked closer to the noise, feeling a slight draw towards...whatever it was. The light beam finally was close enough to make out a certain object, not only that, but the voice became more frantic, elated. It repeated the clipped words: T-! I-! T-! I-! Pl-! Fr-!

Joey's mind went blank with nothing but the constant static whirring and the pleading from the disembodied voice. He mindlessly walked closer and closer, unknowingly dropping the-now forgotten-phone on the ground. As he got closer to the solid object, the voice and the whirring became deafening, making him instinctively cover his ears, close his eyes, and clench his jaw in pain. Unfortunately, this only caused the pull to become stronger and the voice to scream: N-! GR-! I-! T-! I-!

"Grab what!? What are y-" before he could finish what he was saying, his eyes widened at what he saw. The voice and the static sound ceased.

I couldn't find anymore of those damn projectors in this place. Then again, a lot of the doors were locked, probably because he didn't close the deal for this building. I'm pretty sure there's another projector in here somewhere. When Henry made his way back to the main room, he noticed that the door to the basement, at least that's what I think that's what's down there, was still open. Not only that, but Joey hadn't made his way back up. He warily walked over to the open door and peeked down into the room. He was greeted by nothing but silence and darkness. He called, "Hey, Joey! You doing alright down there!?"

Nothing but silence. He felt a small chill up his spine. He self-comforted, "Calm down, Henry. What do you think is going on down there? Some type of monster had gotten him?"

He chuckled silently to himself only for the foreboding feeling to come back, since his friend still had not made a sound. He swallowed a small lump in his throat and stammered, "H-Hey, Joey, don't fr-freak out, but I'm c-coming down there!"

As soon as he place one foot on the first step, he saw a beam of light coming closer towards the steps. He tensed up a bit, feeling slightly paranoid at what it could be. Despite mentally berating himself for his childish fear, he called hesitantly once more, "J-Joey?"

Once again, silence.

….

….

"Yeah, Yeah! I'm coming up!"

Henry let out a breath he didn't even know that he was holding. He back away when he saw his rotund friend make his way up the stairs. When he was close enough, the lankier friend asked, "So, uh, did you get the projector?"

After he made it up the stairs and slammed the door shut, he replied, "Yeah, I did and it was smashed to pieces-"

"Boy, I wondered how that happen-"

"Anyway, I did find a bit of graffiti down there."

Hearing that made Henry raise an eyebrow, he repeated, "Graffiti?"

"Yeah, damn teenagers these days! Don't got respect for nothing," the chubby huffed, face a little red, whether it was from the ascend or the anger Henry didn't know. We're in our 20s, the tan-skinned man snarked, but decided not to voice. He started thinking that he should ask about the graffiti, but decided it couldn't be that important. It was probably was just a dick drawing or something. Instead he just shrugged his shoulder and asked while the two made their way to the exit, "Did you find anything else?"

"Nah! Nothing else, other than a few tables, but I doubt we'll really need them," the mustachioed man replied, walking over to their car. This caused Henry to rub the back of his neck in nervousness. He realized the buzzing stopped when he got near the steps, but still-nothing? He queried, "You sure? There was nothing else?"

Joey narrowed his eyes at his friend and repeated, "Yeah...nothing. You alright, Henry?"

The darker skinned man looked back at the warehouse/studio and said, "Uh, yeah...I guess I must be tired."

*As long as it isn't Chris's blood, I think we'll be fine.

I hope you enjoyed another chapter! I really just want to get the Bendy stuff, but I'm trying my best to take my time. Also, I wonder what Joey found in the basement...seems really interesting. ...Too bad we won't hear about it for another two or three chapters. Whoops :3! Also, since Chapter Two will be coming out soon, I'll reiterate that this is definitely canon divergent! This will most likely not connect with the original story, although, when it does come out, I'll try to bring as much relevancy from Ch 2 as possible.

Anyway, once again, I hope you enjoyed. Please leave a review, a critique, or even just a "I like it." Also, are you excited for Ch 2? I can't wait to see Mark die to some 3D Rorschach tests, since I'm broke and can't afford jack.

P.S. I know it's probably obvious what he found and I know it's obvious what the voice is saying. It wasn't meant to be too cryptic, so don't be a smartass about it.

Disclaimer: I just said I'm broke, how am I gonna own this game? ...I do own the story though...*cries internally*