The door to the old, abandoned animation studio creaked open. Gentle footsteps pressed against the creaking wooden floors, yellowing with age and stained with ink. The dark liquid dripped gently from the pipes above. In the room ahead, a projector was on in the corner, displaying a blank screen against the wall. To the side was the studio’s logo: a set of animation reels with the words “Joey Drew Studios” displayed on a banner in front of them. The wheels turned slowly now, rusted and old.

“Alright, Joey, I’m here. Let’s see if we can find what you wanted me to see.”

Henry stepped further into the studio, looking around carefully. The floors in the entrance hallway looked as if they were to give out any second. Henry looked off to the left and noticed the entrance to the art room. He looked to the right and noticed a hallway with directions on the wall. The Art Department was to the left, obviously. The… Ink Machine was to the right, as well as the theater and break room.

Henry turned to the right and went into the corridor, noticing writing on the wall. “Dreams Come True.” One of Joey’s many catchphrases. Henry shook his head and began to walk down the long hall. The large metal door in the hall was closed, restricting access to the rest of the studio. Henry looked forward.

There was a turn up ahead. There was a sign hanging from the ceiling. “Ink Machine Room.” That must’ve been what Joey wanted to show him. Henry walked into the hall and turned, hopping over a pipe on the ground and walking onto a balcony. The balcony overlooked a working area with a large square hole in the middle of the room.

“This lift could use a few dry cells,” Henry mumbled. He found the dry cells and put them into the power machine. Henry reached over and pulled the lever.

“Let’s see what you’re hiding down there, old friend.”

A large machine rose from the hole, being dragged up my bulky chains. Henry stared up at it. It must’ve been the ink machine.

“Alright! How do I get this to work?”