Chapter 16: Henry

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Pov: Wally

Some kind of tape came out of nowhere, playing some kind of message, we just finished it.

"'small souls trapped in prisons of my making'?" Norman mutters.

"I'm more worried about this 'he' that apparently brought them to a 'familiar place' and 'took away the only thing they had left '." I say.

"Good point." Norman says as he pick up the tape.

"How about you try-"

"No, I am not putting this thing into my head."

"Okay."

"It doesn't say who's voice it is. . . And this isn't like those other tapes scattered around the studio. This one looks more. . .real."

"You're saying that the Ink Machine didn't make this tape? "

"Yes, I am. The voice that spoke kind of sounded like that Emily person-"

"Henry."

"Fine, it sounded like Henry. But why is it here, and not in the studio?"

"The others could have found it?"

"That doesn't explain how it's here." He says as he gestures to the void we are in.

"My bet is they threw it into the ink."

He just looks at me.
"You got any other guesses?"

"No."

"Then we'll go with my guess."

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Pov: Bendy

We just look at Tom, confused.

"You threw it into the ink, in front of a cutout, which he most likely can see through?" Alice says.

Tom nods.

"Why?"

Tom shrugs.

I look around the room. . Err hallway, actually. There's a glass wall. I walk over to it, it's separating this hallway from another hallway.

"We might as well continue walking before sends Searchers or Butcher Gang." I say.

We all start walking. . .

I don't think the tape was talking about the studio. . . 'Little souls trapped in prisons of my making'. . . A child? No. Childs, must be talking about more then one child.

What are they stuck in? He said some kind of machine. No, Machines, plural. . .

Would they be stuck in the studio, or somewhere else? Like outside?

We continue to walk, by now I stopped caring about our exact location, things are just going to move around anyways. We walk up a staircase. We managed to find more bacon soup, I have an axe now, as well.

Suddenly, the building starts to shake

"Not this again!" Alice shouts.
The stairs behind us turn into ink, leaving us on this. . Platform?

No Searchers. No Butcher Gang. Just a shaking building.

I'm waiting for something to happen.

Suddenly the floor underneath us turns into ink. We start to fall.

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Pov: Ðémøπ

He agreed to bringing them here to "kill them"

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