Henry's Resentment

2-2 : Searching for Answers

Henry was greeted by a dimly lit room with not a lot to offer at first glance. He was just able to make out the writing on the far wall, and it led him to the knowledge he was in the Music Department. His eyes were drawn to a tape recorder, leaning on a small ledge on the wall. Upon approaching, he squinted a bit to read the label as "Sammy Lawrence," then quickly hitting play.

"So first, Joey installs this Ink Machine over our heads. Then, it begins to leak. Three times last week, we couldn't even get out of our department because the ink had flooded the stairwell. Joey's solution? An Ink Pump to drain it periodically. Now I have this ugly pump switch in my office. People in and out all day. Thanks, Joey. Just what I needed. More distractions. These stupid cartoon songs don't write themselves, you know."

"That voice... It sounded like..." Henry realized. The mystery man, the amen voice, and the strange recording all had the same voice. "So... The mystery man was Sammy? But... Surely Drew didn't..." Had Joey turned his employee into... That?

Henry pushed the thought away, looking around again. His eyes now caught sight of an open door, right next to where he had come in. Curious of what it might be, he approached cautiously. Upon looking inside, he came to notice a door labelled as exit. But it was blocked by a large amount of ink. "I'll have to drain it before I can get out..." He mumbled, taking notice of a power switch on the inside wall. He approached and pulled the lever, and the area lit up around him.

Henry turned in satisfaction, intending to go explore the rest of the studio. But he noticed something that surely hadn't been there before. It was a small puddle of ink, something that wouldn't be unusual for what he's seen down here already, but it was bubbling. Out of pure curiosity, he approached with a tight grip on his axe.

He didn't expect this puddle to attack him.

Someone- No, something, emerged from the depths. The top half looked vaguely humanoid at most as it pulled itself up from the floor, and the bottom of it was being dragged around by the arms. As soon as the first appeared, a few more puddles seemed to form from nowhere, producing more of these things (about five of these things were coming after him at once now). "S-searchers... They're called searchers?" Henry didn't know where he pulled the word from, but he didn't have time to be thinking about it.

Henry swung his axe at the first one that had appeared, and it immediately melted down into the floor. "Alright... They're weak, that's good..." He mumbled, turning to the others. The four were surrounding him, in a way that might've made it look like they had some sort of coordination. Without thinking, he drove the axe down into the one on on the far right. The searcher melted, but the axe wedged itself into the floor. Henry panicked slightly, pulling on the axe to try and get it out. And he succeeded.

But he was that bit too late. The three searchers that were left seemed to almost team up on him. One of them his from behind, knocking him to the floor and making him drop the axe. The last thing he saw was the others piling onto him, and he then blacked out.

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(Oh my god so sorry this took 30 years to upload. School's been kicking my butt, I have 2 high school classes (and 2 EOCs) to complete before the end of May, and way too many drawings to be doing in the 10 days I have left before my deadline for Yearbook class comes up (we're doing mock yearbooks, decided to draw all my pictures for it).
I'll try to get the next chapter out before the weekend! Have a good day or night, and enjoy the story!)