The Broken Loop

Chapter 44: Saturday, Part 2: The Wait

Pov: Third Person, Henry
____
About thirty years ago
__

Henry was hunched over his desk, he had to get these character concepts done, then he can go home.

After he gave Joey the concept for Bendy, Joey immediately wanted him to make more characters, so he then made Boris and the Butcher Gang. The only character he didn't make was Alice Angel who was nowhere near as the others, which resulted in the toy department overflowing with unsold Alice merchandise.

"Nowhere near as popular as you wanted her to be, huh, Joey?" Henry muttered to himself, finishing the fourth character he came up with in the past three weeks. Three weeks straight, working on these character's, unable to leave his office, unable to head home to see Linda.

When he finally finished the last drawing, he stood up, grabbing the papers, prepared to show Joey when he paused, looking at each of the four characters he made;

Freddy Fazbear the Bear, Bonnie the Bunny, Chica the Chicken, and Foxy the Pirate Fox. Compared to the other characters, they would've seemed out of place, if it wasn't for Boris, who was also an animal like them.

"If I show these to Joey, he would either reject them, or accept them and take all the credit. . ." He muttered, looking over each of the concepts, knowing Joey would at least find two things wrong with each and every one of them, when he finally got an idea.

"Or. . . I could quit. Knowing Joey, he would constantly find ways to keep me working twenty-four/seven, even if that means claiming we are falling behind on schedule when we aren't. . "

Joey has done that before, on numerous occasions. Henry being Henry, would usually take it upon himself to get work done, even though there was an entire department dedicated to animation, he would still do most of the work willingly if it meant the rest of the department would be able to leave the studio. And because of that, Henry would single handedly put the entire animation department at least two episodes ahead of schedule, which will in turn cause the rest of the departments (other than writing) to fall behind.

"Linda would be happy if I did, I would be as well. Life would definitely improve. . ." Henry thought it over for several more minutes before he folded up the character concepts, put them in his pocket, and went to Joey Drew's office. It was time for him to head home and never come back to this place.

Pov: Third Person, Henry
__________

Henry was impatient. He wanted the day to be over. He wanted the children freed. He wanted to be with his family again. He wanted William Afton to burn.

No, it wasn't just that he wanted to do. He didn't just want Afton to burn. He wanted him to burn in the deepest, darkest pit of hell.

No. You want him to feel the pain that not only he inflicted, but the pain you've been through.

That thought snapped Henry out of his trance. He sat at his desk, staring at his hands, he could've sworn he saw ink forming on them. . .

"You're being paranoid, Henry. If there was any ink, it didn't mean anything. It was just that," he murmured, glancing at the clock, it was just past noon. He had about twelve more hours to kill.

He sighed, his eyes finding the two pictures on his desk; one was him and Linda on their wedding day, the other, him and his two children, on their third birthday, the two were holding the toys he made for them.