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Post by dAmIaN? on Jul 31, 2019 18:56:59 GMT -6
So many answers lay unread behind so many doors. They continued, one with riddles, ones with Halloween stickers. It was noticeable that the most common thread between all the doors was the orange thread, as if the owner of that was someone Damian had seen the most. The end of the hall came up suddenly. A small hall led back to the normal hall, but one last door stood to tempt Corbin. A large, heavily cracked door covered in ice, blood dripping from beneath it. One word was written in red over this one.
" d E a D "
Two threads linked to this. A strange black and red one that left off to another door called "big library with a bunch of others, and a familiar gold glimmering thread...
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Post by Corbin Corax on Jul 31, 2019 19:08:26 GMT -6
you think I'm showy but i'm not at all Words couldn't describe how much I wanted to open every single door in this place. But I didn't...not sure wether or not I should be proud or hate myself for that.
Eventually I came upon the end of the hall. Seemed like it connected back into the other one that me and Henry were in? If that hall was blocked off earlier, than was something down there? ...Or was there something I was meant to see here. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed another door, one I wish I hadn't seen. "d E a D". Could that be...it had to be, why else would it say that? But was I ready to see what happened..? I glanced around to see what else was here. There was another door titled "Big Library" that seemed to have a few strings connected to it, including what seemed to be Bill's string..
I glanced back and forth between the two doors, eventually landing my focus on the icy Death door. Should I..? No, I shouldn't...but what if this is where the Silver Flame was? ...But what if it's not and I have to watch Damian die, would it be worth it..? ... ... ... I opened the door.
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Post by dAmIaN? on Jul 31, 2019 19:27:25 GMT -6
You shouldn't have done that, but we knew you would.
The door resisted, then suddenly slammed open, leaving Corbin to tumble into what looked like an old warehouse. Damian, the cat eared version he had found behind the diner, lay sleeping behind a very familiar blonde man who was shaking him, shouting about a map. Damian woke from what seemed to be familiar nightmares, to the left a glimmering mirror like set of shadows revealed Damian running from monstrous grinning versions of Corbin, Henry, and many others and shadowy hands. When Damian woke, the mirror vanished. He seemed to relax, calling the man Bill, groggily asking what he was going on about..
"Looks like some roleplayer really wants us to get there. Just so happen I have more power than even the greatest of adversaries. As for Rak's home, remember who made the map in the first place. Now lady sunrise appear before us! Now answer? Damn, no fun not to control the sky anymore. Damian how's the juice box of demonic mana? Ready to build a hot wheel?"
Damian seemed to smile, seemed to enjoy Bill's presence though he looked exhausted. "I guess... still don't really know how to control it that well, to be honest. Making a pair of handcuffs is probably the most complicated thing I've done yet."
The two walked out into the snow shivering, Damian struggling to magic them both warm and apologizing when it only worked partially. "I hate winter.. "
"I've come to love the winter season actually." Rakutsu was there, and the sight seemed to terrify Damian. Bill was cocky though, hand out. "Map please." Damian chiming in asking more gently. And then everything went to shit. Rakutsu responded by shooting Damian, once in the shoulder and once in the arm. Darkness grabbed Bill, holding him down, changing him, the man screaming for Damian by name. Damian, though clearly barely standing, seemed to suddenly /jump at Rakutsu, body changing into a monstrous cat like beastial form. "LEAVE HIM ALONE!" The fight broke out, and Damian lost, a shot landing in his chest, dropping him. Bill's body left behind as a husk, the darkness born form crawling out of it. Damian laying in the snow, bleeding to death, crying. "B...bill... no...no..." the body went limp, rakutsu grabbing for it only for the body to suddenly consume itself, changing into a silver pile of fire that rakutsu seemed to gather up. The whole area shook, crumbling, fading, but just as corbin was kicked out, words lingered, the hollow laugh of the transformed bill. "What did you have planned for that trash?" And then.. nothing. Corbin would find himself I'm the hall outside that horrible door once more...
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Post by Corbin Corax on Jul 31, 2019 20:34:51 GMT -6
you think I'm showy but i'm not at all It took a bit of force but the door finally opened, tossing me into a...warehouse... I tried to ignore what was going on, my only goal here was to see if that damned flame was here. I refused to see anything more! ...But it didn't work out that way in the end. Eventually I got too curious, for better or for worse. I managed to zone back in after the nightmare, watching him and "Bill" chat about Rak and a map and...Wait a moment, Bill was still around at that point? I thought that group managed to defeat him...then again, that thread never finished.
I kept watching and listening before following the duo out of the building and into the snow. I knew it was absolutely pointless, but I kept glancing around. I felt like there was a chance that if I could spot him, then maybe I could change something... ...But I couldn't, could I? I could only watch as that kid Rakutsu appeared and they fought. I could only watch as Rak shot Damian and left him for dead. I could only...wait, was that the silver flame? Was that what I needed?? "Hey! Wait!" The place was fading, I needed to catch up to Rak! I needed that flame! I--
...ended back up at the hallway. That poor kid...why did Rak do that..? And Bill, what did he mean by that..?? ...I stared at the death door for a bit longer before quietly turning to the library door. Maybe that would solve something...
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Post by dAmIaN? on Jul 31, 2019 20:40:58 GMT -6
The library door was far less interesting. It opened into a scene with a stressed Damian hiding, watching as Rakutsu and a couple of girls opened a portal in an alley. Damian sat hidden, chatting on the laptop with Corbin back when the raven was threatening him in the wall breaker chat. The much more human looking Damian seemed to be panicking, worrying that Corbin was on his way to kill him, panicking and following the others in. They were suspicious, especially Rakutsu who nearly turned violent, Damian accidentally spilling that he knew about Bill. This must have been when they were searching for a way to stop Bill, Damians thoughts guilty knowing his own character had released the triangle, only to escape from the group when they were busy searching the giant magical library for a way to stop Bill. Not terribly exciting, but it showed at least that the black and red string was Rakutsus... then he was back in the hall, left to either backtrack to other memories, or continue back into the more normal looking hall.
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Post by Corbin Corax on Jul 31, 2019 20:54:13 GMT -6
you think I'm showy but i'm not at all ...Well that didn't help at all. If anything it made me feel worse, seeing Damian all panicked like that and knowing it was partially my fault..
The memory was a short one and I was back in the hallway before I knew it. I would have went back to explore, but that last door sapped all my curiosity. I just wanted to get out and find either Damian or Res, whichever came first... So I headed back to the normal hallway.
The twisted hallway seemed to be comprised of memories from Gravity Falls, so what was in here..? Better memories, I hoped. No monsters, no kidnapping, no death or destruction...easy memories to wade through so I can find what I need, grab Henry, and leave.
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Post by dAmIaN? on Jul 31, 2019 21:07:24 GMT -6
The doors in this hall were older, more of them were cracked but not as bad. There were some with a sticker labeled 'rp' on them, labeled with names. "Ahkar" was one that showed up a lot. The further he went though, the more.. patches there were. Spaces where it looked like shadows had eroded away doors, destroying them. As if memories were.. lost with time. There was a bright colored door with a light blue thread spreading out from it in different directions labeled "Greys birth". There were a lot of doors that were banged up too, one that was scratched and locked with a few chains labeled "runaway". A lot of these either had that rotten black string or a thick spike covered rope going from them. There was one titled "best mom vs bully" which looked like a car door, and then another "best mom field trip" with the same door, and then a third "4x4ing with a mustang " all with that black decrepit string that must have been his mother's. Then more locked doors with different names that had faded over time, people's names, but forgotten, except for one labeled "dave". So many memories, this hall the longest so far, probably from his life before iac. There was a bruised looking door as well "Leo fight" and another door that was covered in grass called "moving again!" And so on and so on...
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Post by Corbin Corax on Jul 31, 2019 22:25:00 GMT -6
you think I'm showy but i'm not at all This hallway was a hell of a lot nicer, but this wasn't what I needed was it? Shouldn't be, these all seemed like pre-IaC memories...I was glad that Damian at least had some happy memories, even if he couldn't exactly remember them.
I took a minute or two to wander around. The most concerning bit of this hallway was all the empty spaces between doors. Was he here that long that he started to forget..? ... I headed back to the twisted IaC hall.
The only thing that had the silver flame was the death door, but I doubted I would have been able to grab it from the memory. That, and I didn't want to watch Damian bleed out like that...
I walked a bit slower down the hallway this time, investigating the doors a bit more carefully. I was still on the fence about snooping around, but at this point what else could I do? Go to that glitchy hallway? Yeah, no thank you, that's my absolute last resort. Maybe I could find Henry...but who knew if those roots moved yet..
"...Gaaah, I hate this..!" I finally yelled out in fustration. "Are you guys really expecting me to snoop around Damian's mind?? Invade my friends privacy, you'd like that wouldn't you! Then you'll turn around and tell him and he'll think I betrayed his trust and fuck you guys! You in particular, Lym!"
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Post by dAmIaN? on Jul 31, 2019 22:32:09 GMT -6
Nothing had changed at first. Then as if in answer there was a rumble, and if he investigated he would find the roots were no longer blocking his way. On top of that was a new door by the dead door, a fancy one with no threads and magical symbols, labeled "arrival"
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Post by Corbin Corax on Jul 31, 2019 22:44:33 GMT -6
you think I'm showy but i'm not at all Didn't sound like there was any response. Of course there wouldn't be any response because they players suck! Grumble grumble grum...ble? Sounded like something shifted down the hall? Did the roots move? If they did then I could go find Henry! But wait, was that door there before..? Arrival... Ha! That had to be it! Thank you guys, I'll be sure to give you all a hug when you're summoned here.
There was a tad bit of hesitance as I grabbed the door knob. This could very well be a trap. Arrival could mean many things, after all. Arrival to Gravity Falls or arrival to the after life... I took my chances and opened the door. Hopefully this will be the last one...
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Post by dAmIaN? on Jul 31, 2019 22:47:26 GMT -6
Meanwhile...
Hebry looked closely at what exactly down the hall, corbin getting ahead of him toward the door with the cipher eye Only for the door Sudenly slam down totating blocking hos way to corbin. He attempted to try get around, even attempting to tub the side with a diamond all only to fail. He was then left to head back... two options try to get up the liquid goo.. or the hallway that atill existed. "oh bloody hell" he spoke aloud quietly mostly to himself before giving in with a sigh. He tredged down the glitchy hallway hopi g to reach the exit before it glitched out of existence.. being erased sounded rather horrifying.. even worst some false memory of henry replacing him.. thatd be horrendous. ------ Only one hall remained. The strange black and white hall was very plain, glitchy, and an abrupt change, as if it didn't really belong. Indeed, the shadowy tendrils seemed to be forcefully pulling this one in, attaching it to the rest. It was small, only a handful of doors. No strings on these, and the writing was all scratched into the doors. "Rescue" was the first followed by "pain second door labeled "No" over and over, covered in marks as if something tried to claw it's way under, and heavy chains and deadbolts as if someone was trying to keep it hidden. The only other door lay between them, a simple door that was painted with bars and unlabeled... ------- He looked at the door gasping trying to recall what was Damiah talking about... the little left the silver flame. One of these doors it had to be. Hes coming damian.. hes coming.. some swirl up in his stomach tightening.. even though reality he never really gave a damn for the lid.. using him only for his own selfish gain. Following the claw marks fingers gently touching the tendrils thinking of nat.. falling the shiny areas.. this.. this was hardest it looked. Creating a diamond axe he attempted to break into the last bolted chained up door.. it had tobbe laat moment it just had to be.. ---- Of all the doors... Henry had chosen one so terrible... that viewers to this thread would only be witness to static until Henry was thrown out into the hall again again. ---- Holy shit.. he could feel the confusion the lostness that damian had felt almost as if he was damian.... the enjoyment the horror.. the teasing the confusion. What how.. who.. he quickly escaped the memory.. gasping for air so confused.... he thought it was.. the solveflamw trying to call out. That wasnt.. he shook he heas ezploring the escape door. ---- The place was like a haunting hanging cage, all bars over darkness. A single figure stood in the center, back to Henry, humming softly. A figure that was Damian, but also wasnt. Longer black hair trailed down a flat chested but wide hipped female figure. Hazel eyes were half closed, the girl looking to be at least a few years younger, in her very early twenties. She stood there, singing softly, before pausing as she turned to look at Henry with a fading of the smile, staring at him head on.
"...Why are you here, Henry?" ---- The room aeemed to suddenly ahifted making him feel nausated, as what was once a woman scremsing for release was a woman replaced singing looking like a much younger damian before he ran amok making deals with demons. Henry blinked confused taken aback as the figure whose back was originally turned away from him directly approached him.. asking why he was here... he shook his head trying to find the words. "are you a figment..?." he asked confused reching out to see if this new damian would glitch out by touch. ---- This new Damian stood shorter than the Male form, about 5'2" in height. She was solid to the touch, unlike all the memories so far. She smiled, leaning into the touch in a shy, but gentle manner, shaking her head. "More like a fragment. You didn't answer my question though. Why are you here? Shouldn't you be busy looking for a memory?" ---- "i-i" he responded not quite sure how to respond Face turning a tinge bit red refocusing, "your right. Dont happen to have an idea where it would ?" he asked hesrt pounding as this newly feminine damian. Why did he actually feel off balance around this one versus the other? Was it the gentleness? The feminine design.. focus henry focus. ---- "You're looking for something else, aren't you?" she wasnt fooled, it seemed. Not angry or accusing either, just a sadder smile as she pulled away. "What are you really after, down here?" ----- Looking for something else.. he fekt a sudden weight on his chest as she pointed it out. This was after all corvins quest not his own.. he could leave the bird here just say damians mind kicked him oit or some other lame excuse. Then she asked.. what was he after? He felt a bit lulled unfocused what was he after?right.... find a way to grow stronger beat nathan... not be so powerless... he felt a gulp.. "you dont happen to understand how rokeplayers work do you.." ---- " Henry if you don't stop staring at my flatass chest I'm booting you out of here, so help me God." Deadpan, a bit sassy, but there was some light humor as she seemed to poke fun at his strange lull in focus. A small smile quirked, and she relaxed. "I wish I did. All we knew was we were writing, and it was fun. You ever read inkheart? Good book, kinda fits this, characters coming to life just because of how much heart you put into it. Loving the world you build so much, that it becomes real. Magic is all about feeling, isn't it? Seems like it's a one way trip... but Henry, I know that's not the only thing you're looking for..." she sighed, moving closer, staring up at him.
"why do you want the last silver flame?" ----- He shook his head, "im not staring at your." he cut off looking away with a sigh looking closer at the room. Why the hell was he in here again.. this was clearly not what he was looking for. But she did explain about the crestions, that sounded like a corny chick flick about dome female making perfecr man in her stories alive. He shook his head, that soubded ridicules. Though she touched important part qhy they were in the mindscapr, find the silver flame. He turned to her greed ahining his eyes, "how did.. yes, do yo.. nvm i know how just.. " he seemed complete attention on her arms reaching out to grab her shoulders. "where is it?" ----' Bad joke it seemed. "I was kiiiidding. Lighten up." she chuckled, only to be grabbed, causing her to blink, then sigh softly, shaking her head. "My question first hen-hen. Why do you want it?" ---- He had complete focus on her as she spoke calling him.henhen.. why must ceetai people call him that? He was a high political man with high leadership and values... backstabbing people and looking rich doing it. "its the only way to gain access tobhis memories.. if you were actually useful you should know. If what the demonside made it clear.. that is him still in here still survining. The femonic magic hasnt consumed him yet. " he shook his head, "we have to stop this.. all of it. Silver flame is the key." ---- "...so you want to save me, to fix me, is that it?" she stared, searching with those gentle eyes, begging for his honesty with that searching stare, even going so far as to cup his cheek as she did so. ---- Why did thia feel familiar.. he felt a nag back of his mind like the biggest dejavu.... it was he wasnt wuite aure.. almoat like a teap of sorts. But then he qas always the worst in these circumstance.s.. always one to lie between his teeth.. reaching for his own goals before others safety.. depending on others to do his dirty work. Cupping his cheek staring right inti his eyes. He couldn't resist but to lie... "yes, help him..." ---- A smile slowly crossed her lips. "I knew you cared. I.. was okay if you didn't though. It doesn't stop me from caring about you." she lowered her hand stepping back, holding out her hands, the tiny silver flame flickering to life in her hands. "I'm only the smallest piece left. I don't know what happened to the rest, the answer is in this place, somewhere. This part... its something I locked away, because i hated it. It sucks, you know... when you just want to be one of the guys, hang out, not care for drama, but everytime you do someone thinks it means you're into them, and gets butthurt when you're not. When you cant stand the drama of being around girls, but you cant hang out with guys because they take it the wrong way. I figured... the only way out was to stop being a girl. Become a guy fully, and it sort of worked. They either got weirded out or over it. But... I threw away a piece of who i was to do it. I refused to accept the way i was born, this part of me... now everything else is stolen, this is all that's left..."
She held out her hands, passing the flame to him, smiling sadly. "Its not too late. Find the rest, and piece it back together.. if you can help him accept this, all of who he was.... itll fix everything. We've been trying to find balance, between demon and human for so long... but this was always the break that stopped it. This... is how you save us. I know... you can do it, Hen." she reached up, pressing her lips to his, and then with a flicker she faded into that flame, the tiny piece that remained now left to his trust. When he opened his eyes he'd be back in the hall, that one door gone, and the roots that had blocked them all gone as well. ----- He listened she suddenlu broke ibto some sort of monilogue holsing the flame... his soul... he felt his heart pounding as she continued as to why she appeared this way... some side of him understood better she continued on.. yes this was part reason demon energies werensuch dangerous things when the flame touched his hand prwcticallu absorbed by her wishes into him for safekeeping awed by the flame his eyes had shut only to awake to find the door conpletely gone. He touxhed his clothing torso in thought. Were there more.. poeces of him... he looked st all the other doors thoughts swirling what just may lay.. behind them all... escape, that was the next one he walked to... some part vowing to go through al of them to find all the sources.. ---- 'They aren't meant to be here...' Her voice whispered like a feeling, and then the glitchy hall was gone in an instant, leaving Hemry a choice. Back down the normal hall with more ordinary older memories, or the tangled hall with roots and more recent ones? --- It seeemed ghe fkame was interacting to the world around. He just about thank the guide for making his job much easier. He explored going down the more ordinary looking ones.. ---- The hallway they originally were going, no longer blocked, none of his threads were here. Instead older doors with wires and other strings. A few haphazard doors. One looked like a rough apartment door labeled "ripped off", another like a high tech door labeled "no sleep only code", then one covered in fur labeled "surprise gift", and one that was dripping labeled "accident", and still so many more further down if he dared to keep going."First musical," "the pants fail", "musical ouch", "wishing in rain", "4south", "knife incident", "rulers and stitches", "digging accident". ---- He followed them down following moxture of wires and strings.. thinking as if trying to contact the inner voice.. to try and linit the choices.. "anyway you'll know what would lead to other pieces.. woukd you?"" if there came no teply hed wandee the halls till he reached knife incident. Otherwise he'd try to soove and follow the advice given ---
There was no answer for a while. The knife incident turned out to be an unhappy one. A distraught teenager Damian doing dishes, looking upset, teary, standing in a large and clean kitchen. In the middle of washing a knife when a large, heavyset bald man with a French accent came down, started yelling at her. She turned, crying, still holding the knife, not realizing as he got closer, yelling for her to put it down, her too afraid and trapped against the sink until he left. A bit later the police showing up, the man accusing her of threatening him with a knife until they arrested her...
The memory ended, still no answer. ---- That was something.. he kinda felt a bit bad about the whole incident.. but he had to focus. He left that room began scrstching his top right oortion of hair in thought. There was just too many doors.. and all of them could be small occurences... but at least there was soemthing left of damian in here. When was thst.. with damian shapeshifting abilities he couldnt help but wonder was that chef was in gravity falls or before. Didnt help memories follow their own aet of tules based on the person. He gave a small sigh and tried another door a little closer where he started. T uinking maybe back tracking would help.. then womanhod wasn't a memory yet here was thr flame. Door he choose was the woshing in rain ---- Another unhappy choice. The same house, this time outside, raining at night. Screaming of anger, then the door slammed, Damian sitting on the steps. Quietly singing until she calmed down, only to press her face into her hands, whispering. Begging. "Please.. please.. just... something happen, take me away, just change this. Magic, stuff like that, I want to be there, not here! Please, please, I cant take this anymore..." a shorter, more despairing memory.
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Post by dAmIaN? on Jul 31, 2019 22:52:27 GMT -6
The door Corbin pulled open was what he sought. The date written clearly on the inside of the door, and below it was a message.
'These memories are for you to understand as much as you like, not a weapon. You cant fix what is broken without knowing what it originally was. You're a friend, and Damian- I am open with my friends. My real friends. There is nothing here to see that we would hate you for seeing. Thank you for being there...'
Inside was the answer. A fully human, very confused Damian, more feminine looking as she stood in the middle of a circle on a familiar old ranch, speaking to a girl and talking animals, all nerves and awkwardness, the stranger explaining shakily about the summoning book being the cause.
The full thread was there, the memory being replayed before his eyes.
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Post by Corbin Corax on Jul 31, 2019 23:36:11 GMT -6
you think I'm showy but i'm not at all Huh. There was a message on the door. That was a first. Memories to be understood as much as you'd like, but they're not a weapon...? Can't fix what was once broken unless you knew what it was, you're a friend, thank you for being there... "...I...I'll see." Was the only thing I could say before turning my attention to the scene around me.
The memory started off on a ranch. Can't say I've ever been here before, nor do I remember the people here...No, wait, was that one Damian..? He looked so...not himself. I walked a bit closer to the scene, listening intently to the stranger and Damian. A summoning book? That was a good start, so was this ranch. Just had to figure out where this place was, get Res to use their time magic, and then copy whatever summoning this lady did!
...But that message still rang true in my head... Is it considered weaponizing if it's helping the town..? If it's protecting everyone from harm? If it's stopping the constant suffering of everyone here?? Just look at all the doors I had to pass, all the kidnappings that Damian had to go through! And that's just one character! I'm the only one who can put a permanent stop to this! I'm...I can...I'll...
I sighed and continued watching. I still had time to decide...
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Post by dAmIaN? on Aug 1, 2019 0:05:03 GMT -6
The memory played up to a point. Then as they started to walk away, Corbin would be back outside, a tiny sticky note on the door.
'P.s. I was talking about the memories and privacy invasion featherbrain.'
No further notes appeared after. The mindscape remained, full of memories left to explore, or perhaps Corbin was tired of the place and would search for Henry so they could leave? The decision lay in his hands, and the area remained stable, waiting. For now.
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Post by Corbin Corax on Aug 1, 2019 0:27:23 GMT -6
you think I'm showy but i'm not at all This was a nice memory compared to everything else. Talking animals, a friendly stranger, Damian not having his hand in any plot at all...it was a nice change of pace. Once the two started walking away I was back at the door, this time decorated with a sticky note.
"...Ahhh. Okay. You could have clarified that, you know." The problems of having a player with piss poor reading comprehension. At least this meant the plan could go on! Count your days, assholes! And now that I got what I needed, I could leave! Or hunt down that silver flame that Henry mentioned...that might be worth while doing? Actually, finding that Phobian would be a good plan too. God knows where he went... ...Or, seeing as I got the okay, I could always poke around Damians memories...Actually, no, even with the okay that still would have been a bit weird. Kind of like a breach of privacy in a way...
I mulled over my options before shifting into a raven and taking off down the halls. Finding Henry first was the best plan. God forbid if I left that asshole alone here. The good thing was that it wouldn't be hard to find him; He wouldn't be in the IaC hallway after all, nor would he be deeper into the mundane hallway, so all I had to do was go down to the entrance and then maybe check the glitchy hallway? ...ugh, that's gonna be interesting...
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