Roxy and Henry proceeded down the hall walking by coffins. She noticed the coffins had plaques of people's names on them. One of them read "Norman Polk". A second one read "Bertrum Piedmont". "Is this a morgue or an animation studio?" Roxy asked.
"I am pretty sure this a studio. I have been away with my wife for so long I seriously have no idea what Joey Drew did with the place. We were partners who were in charge of the studio until I decided to leave to be with my wife, Linda. He sent me a letter requesting me to visit him and this is what I found."
"Was he the son of an undertaker?" Roxy asked. "Or a grave robber?"
"No, his father wasn't." Henry replied. "He was a shoemaker. Joey and I met each other back in 1925 when we decided to start the studio. I left in 1930 and moved to Pasadena, California. Joey was furious that I left."
"So, you've been gone for 33 years?" Roxy calculated.
"Yep." he replied. They walked towards a door with wood planks nailed over it, preventing them from passing through.
"Allow me." Roxy aggressively tore the boards off. Henry opened the door and the stepped through. They found themselves in another room with more pentagrams and coffins. On one wall the words "He will set us free!" Roxy found a recording machine and pressed the "play" button.

"He appears from the shadows to rain his sweet blessings upon me. The figure of ink that shines from the darkness. I see you my savior, I pray you hear me. Those old songs, I will sing them. For I know you are coming to save me. And I will be swept into your final loving embrace. But, love requires sacrifice. Can I get an amen?"

"This guy sounds nuts!" Roxy said.
"That was Sammy Lawrence. He was the music director of the studio. I never thought he was the religious type." Henry said. "Has this place got bigger?" he whispered to himself."

They walked through another hallway and discovered the floor was pooling with ink. "You have enough ink here to sell to get yourselves rich." Roxy commented. "How much ink do you need anyway?"
"About as much as any other cartoon studio." Henry replied. At the other end of the hallway, a dark humanoid figure walked across from them. He was carrying a Bendy cutout. "Hello! Excuse me! Can you help me? Hello!" he called out.
"Like that guy was any help!" Roxy crossed her arms and scowled. "The jerk was either oblivious or completely ignoring us!"
They made it to the next room and turned the corner from where the guy was heading. They hit a dead end. "Where the hell did he go?" Henry muttered. They found a gate that lead to the next room but unfortunately it was locked. "I saw switches from where we came from. Stand here and keep guard and shout if you see someone." Roxy nodded. Henry went back down the hall. As Roxy stood there she heard a familiar "Bawk, bawk, bawk!" noise from the other side of the locked gate.
"Hey, that sounds like Chica. How did she end up here?" Roxy paused to rethink. "That doesn't make any sense. Chica got crushed by Gregory in a trash compactor. He also took her voice box in the basement so how can she speak?" she shook her head. "Nah, just imagining things. This Sammy Lawrence guy is really creeping me out."
Henry returned. "The gate is operational now." They both passed through the dark hallway and made it to the next room. A big sign read "The Music Studio"
From a puddle of ink a humanoid ink creature crawled out. Roxy, sensing danger, growled at the monster. She pounced and flattened it. About a dozen more appeared from the floor. "Better get ready for a fight Henry!" Roxy growled. "These losers messed with the WRONG RACING WOLF!

To be continued...