Before you stood a massive wood and brick building. The place had no physical grandeur, more historical, as it once belonged to the esteemed American cartoonist and proud businessman Joey Drew. He fell into horrible financial distress after making foolish decisions with his money, and his locations being accused of "hazardous working environments". Despite the evidence against the company, Joey hopelessly remained firm that he was doing nothing wrong, to no use.

But there you were, in front of one of the many abandoned studios that certainly had its fair share of history-- for all the wrong reasons. And you were tasked to explore it. You nervously stepped up to the large doors and pushed them open, fearing the worst.

Upon the doors opening, you were hit with the unpleasant scent of rotting wood and must. Expected from a place that had been abandoned for nearly a hundred years, but that didn't exactly make it enjoyable. Pushing past it, you were greeted with a long hallway lined with creaky flooring and unkempt roofing. Walking cautiously throughout the dilapidated hallways, you couldn't help but feel as if you were being watched.

Suddenly, you felt a cold gloved hand clasp your shoulder. Startled by the sudden touch, you completely whipped around and looked around frantically, though-- nobody was there. Or so you thought.

"You shouldn't be here." A voice suddenly spoke from behind you. It sounded loud, gritty, and all-around unfriendly. Turning around, you saw something odd- a creature that resembled Bendy, though he looked off- with small piercing eyes and a taller, wider body. Seeing that you noticed him, he chuckled. "Nobody should be here, really. Not even me. This place is hell."

He suddenly slowly reached into his back pocket and pulled something out- a fire ax, razor sharp and primed to shed blood. "And I recommend that if you wanna make it outta here alive, you go hide. I'll give you a ten second headstart."