"Hello?~"

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I was walking towards an abandoned looking animation studio, a letter in hand as I dragged my suitcase behind me. "I really hope this Joey Drew is here, it didn't feel right writing him a letter to tell him Dad couldn't come visit." I sighed as I stopped in front of the front door. My father, Henry, had passed away a few years back from a sudden heart attack and I was living in his old house while trying to clean it up. I was on my way to visit a friend so I used a taxi to drop me off at the studio. Sighing I reached for the door handle, opening it with a creepy creek. "Hello~?" I called out, the inside looking dim and smelling a little musty. The hair on the back of my neck stood up as I peered into the doorway, "Maybe he didn't hear me?" I murmured as I stepped into the building, slowly shutting the noisy door behind me. As I slowly walked through the hallways, I could have swore someone was watching me. "Hello~?" I called out again, my eyes searching the dim surroundings. I suddenly felt the need to escape something and took off running back to the entrance, clawing at the seemingly sealed door. "Shit, Shit, Shit!!" I cried out, shaking from terror of the unknown. My violet eyes looking around nervously. "Guess I better figure another way out of here." I whispered, looking down at my half dead phone, seeing the symbol for no signal. I walked around and picked up different things that I thought might be useful, all the while feeling eyes on me. My favorite find was a Bendy plush, my father had shown me the bendy cartoons when I was a child, me instantly loving the little dancing Devil. I had doodled my own drawings of Bendy, my love of the character never really fading. Setting all of the items on their pillars, I started playing with the ominous ink machine in the other room, hearing it roar to life. "What the hell is this for?" I wondered out loud as I looked around seeing another ink machine in a boarded of room, looking like it was pumping ink onto the ground. "What?" I murmured, walking up to the boards.

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