The Broken Loop

Chapter 28: The Quest for Soup

Pov: Joey Drew

The loop appeared to be continuing as normal, at least that's how it appeared. Apparently when he played The End, it brought everyone back here, along with another, more perfect Alice Angel.

I stand there, at the desk in the corner of the room, watching as the drawings draw themselves.

It shouldn't be doing that, in fact, I am the one who's supposed to be drawing it.

Somehow, my thoughts drift back to right before this 'loop'

"The rumors are true."

Rumors of the missing children becoming trapped in the animatronics.

The rumors were definitely interesting to say the least, they even inspired me to try using human souls in the ink.

I never thought they were real, with how ridiculous they were.

One of the owners, a purple man, murdered a bunch of children and stuffed them in the robots, which then came to life and mistook the night guards for him, but only between midnight and six AM, which made it less believable.

That and the fact that the other owner unknowingly helped the purple man build machines that were designed to kill children.

And the robots taking out their skeletons and using a maintenance worker as a skin suit to escape an underground facility.

And said maintenance worker became a walking corpse and has said to be seen walking around.

It's a very confusing mess, because people say that same maintenance worker is the son of the murderous owner, whether he's the youngest who got his head crushed on his birthday, or the oldest who accidentally killed his younger brother, no one is sure.

And Henry said the rumors are true and Cassidy is trapped.

A lot of people said that I only care for myself, my dreams, and my goals, and nothing else.

Of course they are wrong, there was one other thing I did care for, that being my niece Cassidy, of course.

I never was someone who wanted a family of my own, and I still am, but I did care for her enough to make sure she was able to eat and sleep comfortably.

And when she went missing? I didn't even care, I assumed that she simply ran away and stayed with one of her friends or ended up dying.

But apparently it was the latter. . .

And from what I know, Henry is the only one who was aware of it and trying to fix it. . .

I stand there in silence for several minutes, before I decide to grab the pen sitting on the desk.

I simply have to make it that they are free, and that Henry will be free to well. . . Free the children.