7~ Emotions and Music ~7
Alice's Third-person POV:
Alice continued to search the offices, finding tapes here and there but not bothering to listen to them in case Sammy wasn't done with his ritual thing. Picking up manuscripts and drawings, Alice kept being bombarded with memories from when she was known as the voice of Alice angel, not the actual Angel.
Looking around she couldn't help but feel sad that she was now imprisoned, even though she had pushed those feelings away to be forgotten, long ago. She told herself that remembering happy memories made her weak and remembering sad ones made her vulnerable, that the ones that scared her kept her in line and the ones that made her mad gave her strength. Though it sounds like lies, it has been working for years but lately it had been backfiring and actually harming her mental state. But Alice had no intention on changing that rule anytime soon, maybe the fear of losing some stable, or the fear of losing control of her emotions. Feeling numb was her way of feeling unstoppable, like she could do anything because she could feel nothing, no remorse, no guilt, no shame, no regret, and most of all no pain.
Walking into the room with the instruments, Alice looked up at the projector booth, chills ran down her spine as she saw a single bendy cutout that wasn't there when she was in the booth minutes ago before talking to Sammy. That wasn't the only unsettling thing, because the cutouts that were in the room when she wasn't, had vanished from the room as if they had disappeared without a trace.
Alice exited the room feeling even worse than when she entered it, but she did get something out of going into the recording area. Alice had found a manuscript of a recording on a tape, the tape was by Sammy before the accident explaining how to get into his "sanctuary." Which Alice was thankful for, because she knew very well she would have never guessed how to get in there, or that the place even existed.
When Alice walked into the projector booth, she was greeted with a semi-good surprised. Yes, the cardboard cutout was gone. But where'd it go? Alice thought to herself as she surveillance the area with a quick glance. Looking through the glass, Alice's eyes laid on the cutout now joined by a friend and in different positions then where she had seen them last.
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