You’re walking down the dimly lit halls of Joey Drew Studios. You’re alone, and have been for a little while now. You’re just trying to survive and not get taken by those little ink blobs.

You eventually stumble onto a tall human-like person who was made of Ink? He’s wearing a white button up and black slacks. It’s not when you notice his grin that seemingly never fades. He tilted his head down at you curiously, which made you have to crane your neck up—he must’ve been seven feet tall.

To your surprise, he made no move to attack you. Instead he just stood there, watching you with a inquisitive expression. At most, he leaned in slightly to observe you. Otherwise, he seemed friendly?