The Broken Loop

Chapter 37: I'm going to come find you.

"There's another Alice Angel, and she isn't the one running around with the robo-armed Boris, there is also that one perfect Boris who escaped you before, and along with a perfect Bendy." He paused, letting her process it, as he mentally apologized to Linda, silently praying she won't kill him.

"So, what I'm saying is, you help me, and I'll help y-" He got cut off when she started to laugh, an insane, twisted laugh, he stiffened, he felt like he shouldn't have said that until the laugh started to get. . Softer, more human-like as the door opened.

"Come in, let's have a little. . Chat."

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Pov: Third Person (Allison and Tom)

The angel slices a Piper in half with her sword, stepping over the body as it turns to ink.
"Where do you think the others will be, Tom?" She asks her partner, who shrugs in reply.

"Thought so. . Where do you think Henry will be by now." She said, turning to him.

He stands there thinking for a moment, slicing the head off of a Fisher that was behind him.

"Music department, you think?" The wolf nods in reply.

Allison took a deep breath.
"Looks like we better start walking, then."

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Pov: Ink

I emerge from the ink in Level 14. I freeze, hearing the screeching of the Projectionist, I slowly turn around to look at the entrance of the maze, the Projectionist is staring at me, almost as if he's unsure or afraid, I can't tell, he doesn't have a face.

"Are you. . Aware?" I ask hesitantly, so far, Sammy and Boris needed convincing, I heard Malice speak to Sammy.

He slowly starts walking towards me, I slowly start to move, circling him, staying out of his light.

He stopped, standing next to a crate with an audiotape on it.

"Norman, are you-" He screeches and launches at me, I duck down and swipe at his speaker, yanking some of the ink out of it, I spring forward pushing him with my shoulder, knocking him down into the ink. He hit his head on a crate, the light flickering off for a second, I quickly step back as he slowly stood up before, regaining his footing before launching at me again.

I duck under his arm and I grab the audio log, playing it.

Click

"Now I'm not looking for trouble. It's just the nature of us projectionists to seek out the dark places.

The Projectionist freezes, slowly looking at the tape as it continues.

"You see. I've learned the ins and outs of this here studio. I know how to avoid being bothered by the likes of this. . Company."

"That projectionist, they always say, creeping around, he's just lookin' for trouble. Well, trouble or not, I sees everything. They don't even know I'm watching."

"Even when I'm right behind them."

Click

I turn to look at him, he seems to be thinking.

"Did I get all the ink out of your speaker?" I ask, unsure if he'll try and attack me again.

He looked at me.

"I think so." He replied loudly.

"Do you. . Remember?"

"Some things, yes. . Others. . No. ."

"Well, good enough for me!" I say as I grab his arm, ink traveling us to the music department.

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Pov: Third Person (Henry Emily)

"You can't keep doing this, Henry!" Jen said to her brother.
"That thing isn't your daughter! It's just a machine-"

"YOU THINK I DON'T KNOW THAT, JEN?!" He shouted, slamming his hand on the desk where he's working on making the blueprints for the fourth and final blueprint for Charlotte, he built the toddler, the tween, the teen and now he's working on the adult, the teenage-Charlie bot is out with her friends.

"It's been ten years, how have you not stopped this? I understand you've lost everything, but you still have me, Henry, I haven't left yet. So please, stop this." She said to her brother, putting a hand on his shoulder, he remained silent.

"I need to get going now. You can talk to me whenever." She finished as she left the office, leaving him to his grief.

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Pov: Third Person, Henry

Henry woke up, instantly standing up, looking directly at Linda.

"What happened to Jen?"

"Who-?" Buddy asks.

Linda took a deep breath, "I don't know, Henry. I don't know."

She hugged him. "Sammy and Ink are working on getting the others, how long do we have until the ceiling starts to collapse?"

The now-cartoon character once-ink-man took a deep breath, he'll worry about Jen later.

"I'm unsure. But probably hours at most." He replied.

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A/N

Apologies for the tiny chapter, I wanted to post something but I didn't know what to do, so here's the next chapter!