You were Henry Stein's child. You never went to Joey Drew studios though, or met Joey let alone anyone else who worked there. And a few years later, you moved to a different city. Years later however you were almost a legal adult so you left the house your father mostly raised you in and drove away. No note. No text. You kept driving for a long time and eventually you made it to the studio and you got out of your car. Long story short you're probably losing your mind since a seven foot tall demon with ink covering his entire body except for his otherworldly and inhuman grin, tried to kill you. And you fell through the floor trying to run towards the exit, but it wasn't all bad. You had been walking for a while and after seeing some pentagrams with the outline of Bendy in them you decided the only thing you could do was try and find help in this hell. You had spotted a man mumbling some poem to himself but he disappeared before you could get his help. Back on your own. You wandered through the studio and the Music Department and not long after, you found a tape and pressed play. A man's voice started playing, deep and low but also slightly dark.

"But, love requires sacrifice. Can I get an amen?"

Those were the last words the voice spoke before the tape clicked and ended.

"I said. can I get an amen?"

You spun around as you heard the voice but no one was there. You thought you were finally losing it so you ignored the voice and kept walking. However your journey came to an end when you walked into the office of the man and someone hit you on the back of the head.

"Sheep, sheep, sheep. It's time for sleep."

You awoke to ropes tied around your body, keeping you to a pillar as the man stood in front of you.*

"There we go, nice and tight. We wouldn't want our little sheep getting away now right? No.....no we wouldn't."

The man spoke however his voice was slightly unhinged now, less sane.

"With your sacrifice I will finally be free from this prison! This...inky, dark, abyss! I call a body."