The Broken Loop

Chapter 25: The Loop

"You, lovely family." One that he apparently lost. . .
"Me. . . a crooked empire. And my road burned."
"I let our creations become my life."
"The truth is." I continue as I turn around.
"You were always good at pushing, old friend."

I look at Henry, I was expecting the perfect version of Bendy, the first drawing that Henry himself did. . . but instead, I see an inky man, that looks more human than all the others, and he has brown eyes. . . eyes that are glaring at me with pure hatred and betrayal, and I don't blame him.

"Pushing me to do the right thing." I continue, ignoring his glare.
"You should have pushed a little harder."

"Henry. Come visit the old workshop. . . There's something I want to show you." I say as I gesture to the back door, he turns to it and starts walking, but. . . he stops, his hand on the doorknob, he turns to look at me.

"You're mad that I left. You always have been, I was the only person bold enough to talk you out of whatever you planned on doing without raising my voice. And I was one of the last few to leave, but when I left, everything went downhill for you. . . At least until Cassidy showed up."

I freeze
"H-how do you-"

"Missing Children Incident, Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria. Six kids went missing, one was found dead. Gabriel, Susie, Jeremy, Fritz, Charlotte and Cassidy." He cuts me off.

"All six of them were friends, Cassidy would tell them the stories her uncle told her."

"She was the only thing preventing you from spiralling out of control, even if you didn't care for her. But, when she went missing, you went on to forget about her, to continue your plan with making cartoons come to life."

I just stare at him.

"Six children, six graves, four were visited once in a while, one was constantly visited, while one was forgotten."
"Then, there were the rumors; dead children possessing the animatronics, killing the nightguards for revenge, mistaking them for the man who killed them."

"H-how? You don't have the memories of any of this. . ."

"No, I don't. But you do, Joey. Next time, you should do a better job with keeping your memories to yourself."

"And Joey." he says as he turns back to the door.
"The rumors are true."

He says as he opens the door and walks into the studio, the door shutting behind him.

"Alright Joey, I'm here. Let's see if I can find what you wanted me to see."

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Pov: Boris

Suddenly. . . They saw a glimpse of the men they used to be. . .

. . . and then it was gone. . .

They hear a door open and then shut.

Before they can even move something happens. . . they remember.

At least, one of them does.

What. . . how am I back here? Wasn't I free? And what's with these new memories?

Those new memories aren't ours, they are Boris's.

Who are you?

I believe my name is Buddy, and by the looks of it, you control our movement.

What do you control?

"I believe the speaking." They hear themselves say.

And you're Wally, aren't you?