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Henry was tired and who could blame him but now that he had had what he called his “wake up call” he had begun to notice small changes that he would have never noticed unless he had been paying attention. One of those changes had been the searchers and how while they still attacked him their formations were slightly off and they didn’t attack all at once like they had before. Other changes he noticed in the next few loops were the new or even missing ink stains on the walls or new items were in new places or shifted to face new directions. While this may not seem very important to another person to henry however, who had been experiencing the same thing for who knows how long, it meant everything to him. Henry could feel guilt and shame wash over him as grabbed the next item, a bendy plushie, to turn on the machine. His hand trembled against the toy as tears burned his eyes but refused to fall.
“How long have I been stuck in my own sadness that I have ignored others like me? ” Henry swallowed around the ball of regret in his throat as he began his slow walk to his old drawing desk. Henry knew that Joey wouldn’t be doing these changes because he wanted her to suffer for abandoning their dream, it was always joeys never his. That only left that someone was remembering or has remembered the loops all this time but just like henry have been unable to anything but follow the script set by Joey. Henry got lost in thoughts as his body moved like second nature to get the remaining items to startup the machine.
“Could it be that person is the one doing the changes?” Henry chewed the idea and while it may seem very likely that still gave him an answer as to who it could be. Henry suddenly paused and looked up at the poor borise strapped to the table ,sorrysorrybuddysorrypleasesorry , and noticed a giant blob of ink hanging off the wooden ceiling that he had never seen before. It suddenly clicked as he recognized what the ink clump was for.
“Isn’t that ink supposed to be for making this in the lower levels? ” Henry was shocked that this was here when it wasn’t supposed to appear until the elevator crashed into the lower floors and yet it was here also like a sign-
Henry's eyes widened as his heart felt like it had stopped beating for a moment and he quickly grabbed his looking glass and brought it up. Golden words appeared on the wall but unlike the ones henry wrote these ones had a hint of silver with the golden color and were much messier than his own.
bRaek lo0P….HeN...rY sA...v...E...thEM...bel...i..ve...TO...ch..A...nGE...
“Believe to change?” Henry knew that the person who wrote this was that voice and not him and maybe because of that it would explain why the writing had some silver mixed in the usual gold ink. However that brought another question to his mind, did the voice always be remembered or did they just begin to recall the loops. And if Joey had any control over them like head over henry, like not allowling him to speak unless it is forced out of him for the stupid script, then it would be hard to find who they are. Henry's face tilted down into a frown as he flipped the switch for the ink flow and more words tumbled from his lips without his consent making him purse his lips in distaste.That meant if he wanted to find the voice he would have to watch everyone closely to see if their were any hints being dropped but that would take at least a while if he wanted to study EVERYONE. However he had all the time in the world and only had something to gain in the end.