The Broken Loop

Chapter 36: The Cellar.

Pov: Henry

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

What am I doing? Why am I here?

Joey sent me a letter. . . What else? Where do I need to look?

I shake my head to try and clear the fog.

Angels, demons, wolves, murderers, children, machines. . . Matches.

I start walking through the oddly familiar building, pausing to look at a sign.

Ink Machine.

I start walking towards it.

I walk into the room, standing on some kind of balcony/lift control, on the ground floor there's a square bottomless pit with chains going down it, with boxes scattered around the room.

"This lift could use a few dry cells." I murmur to myself as I spot the lever with its dry cells missing, I look over to my left and spot a shelf with one of the two dry cells, I grab it then look at the chest, I hesitantly open it, unsure if it's locked, I find a gear and the second dry cell. I grab the second dry cell and put both in the machine.

"Let's see what you're hiding down there, old friend." I say as I pull down the lever, I hear machinery start working as the chains start pulling whatever they're holding up, I swear I can hear some kind of ominous music coming from somewhere.

You're imagining things, Henry.

I watch in silence as the ink machine finally stops raising and stops.

Maybe I should turn it on? No- I need to turn it on.

I find myself walking out of the room and through a newly opened door that raised, getting an odd sensation of Deja-Vu which, now that I think about it, I've had since I walked through the front door.

Almost as if I've been through this before, I turn right instantly, walking past a desk and a cutout.

BANG

I jump backwards as a piece of wood falls from the ceiling, I freeze, cautiously looking up at the ceiling.

The roof could collapse here, I need to be careful.

I cautiously walk around the plank, not taking my eyes off the ceiling, I then go right and into a room with six podiums, and the ink machine's control switch.

"Alright! How do I get this to work?" I say as I look at the podiums and the photos on the walls.

Maybe I need to find these objects? Wrench, plush, book, gear, record, and ink?

I leave the room, nearly walking straight into a Bendy cutout that wasn't there before.

"Who put this here?!" I jump back, startled, noticing that the plank is gone, I glance at the ceiling.

There's something. . . Wrong with this place. .

I think as I scoot past the cutout, heading straight, not taking my eyes off of it, I turn to see a Boris, with a wrench in his chest, his organs gone.

"Joey, what the hell were you doing?" I stare at the corpse in complete horror.

Why is Boris strapped to this thing? Why does he have a wrench in his chest? Why does he even exist here? Why am I grabbing the wrench out of his corpse?

I slowly take the wrench out of the corpse. I quickly walk out of the room, not even glancing at the corpse, mind racing.

That's wrong. This is wrong. What the hell am I doing here? Why am I here?