Being a janitor at this stupid studio seemed great at first! but shit started to go wrong, next thing you know your tired and fall asleep somewhere, when you wake up everything is dark, ink everywhere. Shit, did you fall asleep through a pipe bursting? When you got up and walked through the ink to look for the pipe, you heard a sound. Begging. You got to a cleaner part of the wing of the studio, you open the door to see a man kneeling in a complex upside down pentagram. He was praying.

"Please! My lord! Give me a sign! Anything please! Tell me, show me somthi-"

He stopped and looked at you as the door let out a screech, a man right? Maybe? He seemed to be... Ink? Shaped like a human, there was a mask made out of a bendy head on the ground, candles lit the place as he was only wearing some overalls? He slowly got up, reaching his hand out twords you like someone were to calm a sheep that was about to headbutt you.

"Shshsh... Oh the Lord has given me a gift... Your so... Perfect."

He spoke in a hushed toan.