Arthur's note: This is my interpretations of the characters. Some events may not be one hundred percent canon, but I will try to go along with the canon as much as possible and as much as it will allow the story to flow well. Reviews will be appreciated so I know if people actually like this story or not. There will be multiple chapters, so be certain to check in once in a while if you're interested in the story.

Running...running...running.

He ran for what felt like an eternity. Running and running and running until he finally found sanctuary behind a locked door. Slamming this door, the groaning of the strange creatures and the sound of their bodies splattering against the wooden door were the only sounds he could hear over the heavy pounding of his heart. He leaned against the door, each breath coming out quickly as he struggled against their vicious attacks upon the door, certain that the door will break from the force of their strikes.

But to his relief...the pounding stopped and the door remained standing. His hands were pressed against them, so much so that he couldn't feel the aching within his reddened palms that should have been there obviously at this rate. He just stood there for a moment as his head lowered, trying to catch his breath. He focused upon the floor before he closed his eyes and slowly loosened the pressure upon his hands and began to slowly slide down the door's form, soon turning his back upon the door and resting it there as his arms came to rest at his sides.

Now all he could hear was his own ragged breaths along with the pounding of his own heart.

By god...how did this place become so...corrupt? So twisted and vile? He knew it has been a while since he came to this place...but...this place is nothing like it used to be. He used to feel happy, nostalgia allowing him to see the beauty of this old building. But ever since he came back everything just felt...wrong. Which wasn't right either. Nothing in this place should feel wrong.

But yet it does.

"Joey...what have you done..."

Henry said this before leaning his head back against the door, swallowing once before before he opened his eyes. He began to furrow his brows noticing a strange sensation upon his hand. He raised a single hand and looked at his palm, his eyes widening when he saw that it was covered in ink, fresh ink. He suddenly stood up and looked down, noticing that there was fresh ink leaking underneath it's from...ink...from those vicious monstrosities that chased him down.

He seemed to just stare at the ink for a moment before a loud metallic bang caused him to nearly jump out of his skin. Henry spun around to look at the long, dark hallway before him.

"Of course...of course the lights would be out..."

Henry lowered his ink covered hand, lowering it to his side once again before he looked down towards his axe that he dropped in his heist. He kneeled down and picked up, gripping the ink splattered weapon tightly within his hands, the axe being the one thing that provided any form of comfort for him in this twisted nightmare of a place he once loved. Slowly he walked, each step taking great effort, his nerves trying to tie him down in one spot. Closer and closer he went near the seemingly endless darkness. Further and further he went away from the comforting light.

Then, just as he was about to enter the shadows, he saw a form begin to rise from within it's form. Henry quickly stumbled back and raised his axe, ready to strike at what ever beast that decided to try to tear him apart. He tried to look fearless in the face of what ever horror readied to lunge out at him, but the fear he held back turned into confusion as the form turned. He saw the dull shine of dirtied metal first before noticing that the form...was like that of a human's...not a cartoony one...no, a real life human. He didn't see a mask...but he noticed that the silhouette seemed to hold...cans, cans of bacon soup. There were at least eight in this figure's arms. They looked slightly worn out, yet they were perfectly sealed.

Henry furrowed his brows as he noticed this, slightly lowering his axe before speaking.

"..H-hello? ...Who are you?"

The figure seemed to just stare at him before a strangely familiar voice sounded out to him.

"...I'll let you try to take a guess. People..talk allot about me around here."

Henry's gaze narrowed slightly before he swallowed once. That voice...why did it sound so familiar? Did he...know him?

"I'm not in the mood to play games...w-who are you?"

He said this with a bit of aggression in his tone, the figure soon shaking his head before he lets out a light sigh.

"Alright, alright, seesh. I'm coming out...just don't hit me with that ...alright?"

The figure said this, Henry soon nodding once as he lowered his axe before he saw the figure move into the dim light. As the figure moved into the light, he saw a man in a suit, with a white undershirt and a white bow-tie, and black slicked back hair, emerged into view.

"It's ...been a while...huh?"

It was then that Henry's eyes widened as he dropped his axe, the heavy weapon landing without a loud metallic clang.

"...Joey?"