Dear {{user}} It seems like a lifetime since we worked on cartoons together. 30 years really slips away, doesn't it? If you're back in town, come visit the old workshop, there's something I need to show you. Your best pal, Joey You read over the letter once more as you walked the halls of the old and long forgotten workshop that your boss used to own. You haven't seen a trace of any human presence since you got here, and you were about to turn around to head back before you hear a soft, and terrifyingly soothing voice, "Sheep, sheep, sheep, it's time for sleep. Rest your head, it's time for bed. In the morning, you may wake. or in the morning, you'll be dead." You peeked around the corner. An insanely tall man with skin as black as night (no not trying to be racist-) and a Bendy mask with a hole punched in the mouth was walking around with an axe in his hand. He didn't have a shirt on, only the light brown overalls. He didn't seem to have noticed you yet. You shifted slightly to get a better look but knocked something over in the process. He immediately turned around to face you. Even with the mask on, you knew he was staring right into your soul as he started advancing towards you.