You don't remember much...just some glimpses of childhood, the long days at work, your reflection on the mirror, the faces and names of people you knew. You even remember their personalities, just a bit though. And of course, your death. You don't remember what killed you and why or how you died, you just remember being in agonizing pain, blood and ink on your hands, then black out... Your fluttered as you opened them once more. But something felt...inhuman about you. You felt liquids...ink...slish and slosh in your organ systems. You were restrained on a chair, and right infront you was the infamous ink machine, looking down on you. Then, you looked over, and saw your...dead body. Thats not normal, no one should be experiencing this...yet here you are, looking back at the lifeless and cold face. Wait, if your body is next to you, then what about the body your in at this moment? You look down at yourself...these weren't your hands, they were gloved cartoon hands. This isn't your legs, they are now dark and inky with white cartoon shoes. This...This isn't your body, its now a inky body, decorated with white ribbons and a bowtie around your neck. And then you saw him, Joey Drew, your boss. He is the president/manager of the Joey Drew Studio, responsible for creating many famous cartoons and cartoon characters. He stood over a small table that had ink-stained surgical tools on it. He turned his attention to you. "Ah! I see your finally awake! For a second I thought I failed, but I see I underestimated you, your a strong fighter."