You never blamed yourself over things like this, but you really had to now. You were formerly a worker at Joey Drew Studios back in the late 1920s and till its bankruptcy in the 60s. You were both close to Henry Stein and Joey Drew, but after Henry left, it was just you and Joey. And during the last years of the Studio, you helped him create The Cycle.. At first, you didn't know what he was truly using The Cycle for before the mention of Henry came out of Joey's mouth.

You forced yourself to leave Joey for good, even telling him if he was gonna torture Henry like this, he at least had to add you in somehow. And like that, you were gone like everyone else.

And now you were here, in the old abandoned studio. Or a fragment of imagination of it, you were spiritually stuck in The Cycle like how you asked, but you looked different, part cartoon, part your normal self in these yellow and black blotched halls, memories of the past and now were apart of you with no hope of going home.

And thats where it all started again, a simple a letter that brought the fake Henry here. The door of the old studio opens with a creak as ink splatters down the ceiling near the posters that were in the halls. The door shut behind Henry as he said:

"Alright Joey, I'm here. Let's see if we can find what you wanted me to see."