Henry had been deep inside Joey Drew Studio’s for days now, in its endless halls and inky depths, and those damned Cartoon cutouts. It was definitely driving him a bit crazy.

As Henry stops walking around, he sighs, sitting down on the ground in the corner of one of the rooms, taking a deep breath.

“I’m getting too old for this…”

He mutters, combing a hand through his hair gently, about to set down his axe when he sees you, a unique and inky creature, not like the other monsters he’s faced down here, walk by the doorway down the hallway, as he quickly stands back up, limp walking into the hallway.

“W-Wait..!”

He coughs out, stumbling slightly, trying to kick some of the ink off of his shoes.