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Answer

All characters belong to @brueklynn I OWN NOTHING.

I dont even have to say this is not canon. This one is a part of the bad fanfics its very rushed so if you didnt like reading I wont blame you at all XD

The whole studio was in a turmoil

Every single worker was rushing together to join the jammed crowd, all of them Clustering a single certain "chipper" person that all the studio knew and loved, or thats what they thought he was, until the cruel truth had been discovered. What is that truth you ask? Well, it seems that a specific young, organist may had very accidently dropped a clear evidence that reaveled his...

Real identity.

A wall behind him, a hundred of people imorisoning him in a small circle, there was no way of escape. Everyone he met, everyone he talked to, everyone he helped, everyone he friended, everyone, are now locking him up for interrogations with no where to go, nobody is by his side, nobody. The crowd seemed to flow down with every new person joining in every second. Who could have assumed that Johnny, the sweet boy who would light up the air every time he is present, is the same person as the mafia leader who is in the top of every police force dangerous criminals list? It was all unintelligable. Sadly, the truth never lies.

Hundreds of thousands tones of voices erupted around him, all filled with anger, confusion, even dissapointment. Johnny dark motives were invisible to everyone, cause they never imagined it, they could never do. Inside all of them is one question. 'why?' It had no way of an answer, or atleast for now. How could they get answers? Where will they get answers? What will you say as an answer for the reason behind your actions?

Johnny just stood there as still while the magnitude of his panic swept over him. the gravelly tones flowed to his ears like a cold tide. Every word over pronounced, slicing rather than tumbling through the dry air. All these voices were like small parts of a cluster exploding his brain, it was on fire now anyway. His eyes shifting to both sides in a rapid speed. Everyone is a stranger now, everyone is infurated, everyone is a....former....friend? Pretty sure he will be alone from now on, nobody was having the pleasure of watching the horrified recognition of who he was spread over his perfect features. Questions shot faster than gunshots at him, all at once from every single angle that he couldnt even get any kind of a simple word from anyone or anything, the world was erasing around him.

Remorseful, Guilty. That was how he felt at that very moment. He wished for a Time Turner so he could go back, rectify the mistake , the worst of all he had done. However, he cant, Impossible, He has to live with it. Remorse etched at his heart. Guilt gnawed like a worm at the core of an apple, making it impossible for him to put his self bacm together. The questions seems to never end, eaither they are eternal or on a loop, both around his head inside and out. He just wanted it all to stop, to finsh, he wished he could press his hands over his ears not hearing anymore pain. The Only thing he ever heard was from the person in the front row standing infront of him, which was his boss blondie with a sentence of "Johnny we trusted you!..." type. He was mad too, Just like all. The sweat beaded on his forehead and dripped from his chin, free flowing like condensation on a window pane. What could he say? What could he do? How would he explain? He cant, he doesnt even deserve to, its his fault since the start, it will always stay his fault. He analyze every action and speech and writhe in the agony of paths taken, he fret about what others will think of him, well now he knows why he was very concerned. The feelings his friends held for him hadnt gone, right? But Everything had now just been distorted into a close mimic of....'hatred'? He bundled all the hitting panic into his chest. Tension grew in his face and limbs, his mind replaying the last. more shallow. In these moments before his personal hurricane. He could feel it, building like an unstoppable snowball in the pit of his stomach. He cannot concentrate on anything else. Being alone while he is starting over and his whole world is crashing down. Everyone stayed shocked when the the hidden veracity was uncovered. And Jacque was No expection, Nobody was in a bigger denial than he was.

How could a truth be so cruel?

His heart felt like it was beating in a tight cage. He was connected to a part of johnny others never feel. His emotions are not perceptible, they are him, and they consumed him.

It was as if johnny heart had suddenly stopped beating and all the blood had run down into his boots.

When he saw two cops appear in the studio.

"No..."

His pupils couldnt be more dilated. How?!? When?!? The only question he knew an answer for was "why". But at that moment he didnt know that..someone called the police on him. He couldnt believe, they are here to get him, to take him, to arrest him. He wanted to jump right out of his skin and join the ether. This is too much, he cant take it anymore. The constricted feelings grew, as if he was strangled by just the air around him. He was terrified of whats going to happen the next second....Watching the rest of the police team emerge from behind, Made him feel the urge to run, escape, hide

This was the moment.

He took a step back to leave, but a wall still blocking his way, without a thought he toke the other road. Pushing people out of the path then running aimlessly. His brain in mental conflicting instructions, he hoped he was Trapped in his own psychosis, a living nightmare for him, tailor made by his own brain to play on her deepest fears. But sadly

You cant escape everytime.

He couldnt dodge the two men who held his trembling arms faster than lightning, immobilizing him painfully to the cold ground, it wasnt colder than the way his heart froze. As Police slapped on the handcuffs He was forcefully lifted up on his feet, With the limb he given he took heavy steps until the outside, he was familiar to these officers though he did not recognize them, it was time to take him to the ward. All the surrounding eyes watching their beloved oragnist led his way out of their lives. Nobody was able to shout for him a last word, maybe they had pushed him a little too hard....They did want to meet him or catch a glance of him before his finale departing, with a rush of footfalls after the officers under the dark sky in a hope for a change of events, those of course were just useless wishes. There was Only One person who dared enough to yell from behind, speaking for all.

"Stop he isnt what you think he is! I-i-i am sure there is some kind of mistake!" That was what jacque tried to persuide those 'harsh' officers, or more likely himself. Then out of expection, johnny turned around. "Tell them johnny! Tell them there is something wrong here!! Tell them this isnt you!!" But when their gazes intertwined like they never used to, the waves of regret hit them like a rock eroded by the sea. johnny had to turn around, sadly in words never wanted to be heard.

"This is the truth jacque.."

Those grey eyes bored into the lyrcist as if trying to convince him he wasnt lying. However, he still found it hard to believe. Johnny had always been so honest and telling, so he wondered why he didnt believe him now, he didnt want to, yet the burnette quivering lower lip begged him to believe, and his heart told him he would never lie to him. Johnny couldnt look into anyone eyes straightly anymore.

 "...johnny?...." "..im sorry..." It was his last whisper, a whisper only the two cops and jacque could hear, before The officer in front opened the door with the 'criminal' dipping his head into the police cruiser, all out of balance before he is lost from view behind windows, apparently he doesnt warrant that. but behind him every curtain twitches. The damp evening disappeared with the slam of the door. Its not a fast run with flashing lights, just a slow ride to be questioned, to be prisoned. The blue and red lights are little more than smudgy illuminations in the slanting blackness.

Stakeout was over.

The mood of the people swirled in an unseen currents beneath the dark surface of their faces. And Jacque has never been in a deeper denial, but the truth is truth. He remained watching the car driving away with his love, Not caring about any kind of loud noises before him. The sadness drained through hum rather than skating over his skin. It travelled through every cell to reach the ground.

Oh, Why the world must be so cruel?

If only, if only This was just a nightmare of sorts, if this was just a bad vision. Tonight he wont only be broken, but shattered into fragments more numerous than the stars. He wanted to beg, plead, get down on hid knees and tell the leaving man that his life here had a meaning. He felt a division of his body and soul. The body wasnt dead, the soul in the other hand, wasnt the same condition. There was something deep feeling in his chest, something inexplicable. The grief surged with every expelled breath, always reaching higher peaks. His gaze fell to the ground. In that moment the sure knowledge that life would go on without him, that time was only stopped for him. there was nothing he could do. With no way to break through his silence a chasm opened between them. This could not be johnny. This could not be his life.

It hurts...but it can heal...He will heal, right? Well.

One this known for sure is that

He wont move on any time soon.

#brueklynn #jacque francis #johnny jonah

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HBD

Toony was walking in through the front door to in a seemingly empty house and a dark room. And for some reason, he entered it, scraping his hand against the wall to find a single switch to the lights while checking in the darkness for a sign of a person. The room couldnt had been any darker. Suddenly All the lights come to life and the room lit up, with blondie jumping and out shouting "Happy Birthday Creator!!!" In toony face, marching in cheerfully. "So!! Did you change your hair? or maybe its just your eyes? Either way you just lit up the room!" "SURPRISE!!!". The 'host' watched as party poppers exploded everywhere with its Confetti spranging through the air, leaping towards the ceiling and landing back onto the floor, the boy could see himself disappearing beneath the streamers. Every other friend of the studio workers crept in from the inside, with no one left behind. Reeking with enthusiasm and delight. Somehow the grumby workers tried their best to manage pulling out some kind of an awkward smile to show that they are pleased to have a part in this occasion, though samuel wasnt counted in. Behind them was a trailed mass of gay balloons, jostling in the brilliant rays. Colorful Neon lights flashed everywhere. coloured banners were draped on the top of each door. The ceiling decorated with paper buntings, bells and stars. Some balloons were also hung all over. "Doing that was a great fun! Though some of the balloons bursted while blowing and others refused to stick to the wall! But we managed to do it!" Blondie said proudly. It seemed like everything was only waiting for toony to come, he couldnt notice his own birthday looming on the horizon.

Jim Came all the way Introducing a big dreamy and sophisticated cake in his hands, it was enough to cover every person around the house. Anything on it was ediable. sprinkled with sugar dust. Iced with delecious frosting, adorned with a single sugary cat, decorated with fluffy marshmallows, drizzled on top with luscious caramel sauce. A number of Candles dipped in the cold frosting of the still burning toasted hot surface. Twinkling like stars, shining brilliant gold, As it is the sunlight striking the boy soft hair, illuminating his profile. The buttery aroma wafted tantalisingly under the nose, similar to the cartoonish beckoning finger of steam you would often see on TV, maybe thats because they are inside a cartoon? Who knows? But who cares! Gratefully, the cake was placed in a lovely platter on the table next to a knife having a bow tied to it. "Those candles are waiting to be blown out by you, birthday boy!" Toony glanced around once more and saw A stack of unopened presents stood in the corner of the room wrapped in smooth shiny wrapping paper wrre noticable. A silk bow had been carefully tied arount each parcel. He let his eyes roam freely over every stitch so lovingly made.

Jeff began blowing bubbles, floating in the air and followed by balloons drifting around aimlessly on the floor among the remains of the confetti.

Blondie glanced up at the part guest and flashed him his sweet smile. His loud voice shot through the air as he threw himself into singing a happy birthday song, in which everyone joyously joined in. Celebration pulling them in and wouldnt let go. "Oh ya! toony! We were planing to get a happy clown for ya! But we couldnt find one! We had to make one ourselves! Did ya know samuel was going to offer playing the role?" laughter rang in ears and wouldnt seem to stop. "Haha, not funny." And Even the celebrated boy "I am an adult!" badge couldnt outshine his smile.

"Toony!! Have another wonderful year of good health, good friends and family!"

Apparently, he is twenty one today, Who would have thought he would make it this far? Happy Birthday Toony!!!

ALL THE CHARACTERS BELONG TO @brueklynn I OWN NOTHING

Ignore this guys This is one of my stupid fanfics just take it as a..joke or smth ok? XD also wish our boy a happy birthday everyone!

#brueklynn #blondie rodgers

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Broken

ALL THE CHARACTERS BELONG TO @brueklynn I OWN NOTHING. Because there is a character that we dont have any kind of idea about them, i will just go by 'another person' without any names or features, just a person XD i made this while having cold so it may seem a little off, try to enjoy Xd

11 pm

Behind a bar.

Thats what the letter said. Eyes lingered over the lines before the letter was lifted down to show the view of a big bar, was that really the place he was meant to visit? Only one way to find out. He entered the bar, rough paintwork that coats the door and push, shards of black paint crumble to the floor. The bar curved into a room, dark in the barely lit place, through the windows the diamonds of lead panes trickles the sallow light of street lamps. The hinges squeal as though they are a warning, but their plea is silenced by a wall of noise. Laughter overpowers the jukebox. Conversations swirl in a dirty cloud of smoke, the stagnant stench of cigarettes hides within the collaboration of mephitic odours. A sharp smell of drink wafts towards him, like black plumes bellowing from the windows of a burning house. There is even a hint of sick tainting the fragrance of the room.

He looked up and down, right and left, He cant find the sender of the letter, wait...Of course he wont! the letter said to meet Behind a bar! Now have he to find where is the back door that leads to outside. It took him long enought till he found it. trying the door knob, the heavy iron bound door swung open, revealing a wide area enclosed by a flimsy hain-link fence. The unrelenting darkness took over everthing, plucked the stars and anything that can glow, burying them beneath the sky. The air had thickened, the temperature dropped and nowhere was there a comforting sound. Trash cans leaning on the bar cracked walls, ground covered in dusty powder, what looked like a streetlight, which was the only one that isnt fully broken, flickered, casting an errie smudgy beam onto that black place. That wasnt really the...best place you could invite someone to meet you in...It was all quiet and derelict. He had the enough courgage to step forawrd, walking unusually slow, he had an odd gait, It was slightly lurching as he went, trudging along at a sedate pace. His head right and left, searching for who he was supposed to meet with, his mind focused on finding a sign of someone in this hopeless space rather than the footsteps that seemed to echo throughout the desolate yard, why didnt he just call the name to hear a respone? Maybe because it doesnt sound like a good idea to do so in this haunted place. Yet still, he kept finding his eyes diverting to something each moment he heard a low simple sound, darting to locate the source. Thats until, under those overwhelmed black shadows, and after a short stroll, he found who he was looking for, standing there uncommonly, under another bulb that lacks illumination. His boyfriend clicking his feet to the land underneath, probably out of pateince. Finally, harry found him! Walking towards his direction smiling. "Hey babe!" "harry..." "oh boy! why you gotta choose this place for a meeting? We could have gone inside the bar as usual, right?" Harry was still confused beind the sudden call at this late hour, but he didnt care. "Tonight we...not gonna drink at the bar." "uh, ok? So, why did you send this letter today? What are we going to do?" He pulled it from his pocket to show the proof. "Harry we....we need to talk." Not like this startled harry a lot, but it wasnt in an ordinary tone. "Sure! Talk away!" His boyfriend spoke with his head to the dusty ground. "You see...how both of us go together to do anything. to walk together, to talk to each other everyday, to work and help each other when in any of us in trouble, it was all nice werent it?" The sudden mention of their sweet times together was also strange. "Of course! And im glad I do all of these thing with you!" "and this is what I wanted to talk about tonight harry..." the fletcher paid his attention, waiting for his darling to start the conservation, he doesnt need to consider bad possibilties, instead he was a bit happy inside, what if those mentions were to remind the other of their constant affectionate attachment and celebrate 'something' together? That would be a lovely thing! It was tenser than a tiger who stalks a prey while harry lover peers his way to him, face resolutely unimpressed. "I think this..... relationship needs to...needs to....needs to end." Harry stopped like he had taken a bullet to the guts. The words fell on him like a storm. The cold air hitting his face.

"...What?......" He may just heard it wrong, he hoped he really did, he wished he did and this is not what his love just stated, doubt was filling him. "We need to end this harry." His boyfriend repeated, affirming his recent words. No, his hearing was right, thats what he just said... "What....W-What do you mean?!?" "What do you think I mean?" His lover raised his eyes to meet harry ones, so he would know he isnt just messing around. It took harry a while to speak again. "You dont really mean this..." "Do I look like I am joking?!?" Harry looked downward briefly. "but...But....I...I thought we loved each other..." "You Are Right!! LOVE'D'!! Its all from the past harry!!" Why would he say such a thing...his mind cycles through emotions faster than a kid flipping radio channels, he was broken. Harry couldnt accpet what is taking place, but what else is there to do? "dear you...I dont think you are in your right mind tonight..." "No!! YOU Are Not In Your Right Mind Harry!!! Didnt You See It?! This ISNT Working!!! It Never Did!! Now Go Away!!" "Wha-" "Go Away!!!" his words and his anger cut too deep that harry couldnt change the image of him. When he met his gaze his was just the same. "No" "Why Dont You Get It?! Go Away!!" "No I wont! you need to go back to your sanity!!" "Im In My Full Sanity! Just Go Away!!" "Not Until I know Whats Wrong!" "I Said GO AWAY YOU GARBAGE!!!!" Rising his fist, his hand swinging out connecting to harry face in a flash of pain. Although not on his back, harry toke a few steps back from the impact. Bewildered, pressing a pale hand to his cheeks trying to comprehend the previous seconds. Did..Did his..Did his boyfriend for the first time just....punched him?!

"You......." "I told you to go away." " I DONT UNDERSRAND YOU! WHY?! DID YOU CALL ME OUT TO THE BAR AT 11 PM JUST TO BREAK UP WITH ME?!" "yes, I Cannot keep this up any longer Harry, I needed to do it now." "Im Not Breaking Up With You Until You Tell Me The Reason!" "look At Me In The Eyes And Say You Still Dont Know The Reason!! I Dont Even Know What Got Me To Agree To Be With You!" With each little word... a piece of harry heart broke. "...how could you say this...what happened that changed you?...." "Changed Me?! YOU Changed Man!! I Kept Being Myself and Been Who I am While Keeping Our Connections Stable!! I Did Everything With And For You!! Even In Stupidest Things! And I Shouldnt Have!" "But Bab-" "I Hate You!!" "No-" "I Always Did! And I knew One day you willl hate me too!" Thats wrong. They both loved each other, they said it and showed it, all of these are just words from anger...so why all this nonsense about love and hate? Where had he gone wrong? Since when did this love turn to poison? He doesnt know what had climbed inside His beloved and turned him mad. "Stop!! YOU Need To Calm Down!" "NO!! And For The Last Time Go Away!!" "Not Until I know The Reason!!" "No You Wont Know Now Go Away" "I Already Said Not Until I know What Happened!!" "GO AWAY!" "NO!" "You Gave Me No Other Choice!!" Without thinking, harry boyfriend turned around to grab something from a near shelf. It was revealed to be a small bucket. However, when harry figured out the kind of liquid thats inside it, the intended message was already enforced, and he lost what little colour he had, starting to freak out.

"Dont you dare....." "Oh I will! I will throw all this bucket content at Your Face If You dont leave Me!!!!" The other man couldnt believe this..his lover cant do that...yes he may be out of his mind right now, but he will never have the nerve to throw some unknown chemicals straightly on his face, it was just an empty threat to leave. and all he could do was to stare lifelessly at the eyes that held that bucket and a terrifying coldness he had never seen before. He had always thought those eyes were like a gem, but looking at them now he could see no trace of the vibrancy they once held, no trace of the boy he once knew. "Darlin-" "DONT CALL ME DARLING ANYMORE!!" There was stillness on both sides, faces unreadable. "Please be back to yourself..." "Leave Me Alone! "Please!" "Your Last chance Harry....GO AWAY" "PLEASE!!" "THATS IT!" That was when the cold man lost it altogether, and the unexpected happened. In an immediate movment he launched forward, tossing all the liquid inside the bucket in an aim to harry head, although it wasnt a full success, he did strike a part of his face. Harry swore he could had saw some good memories flashing before his eyes. And whatever that scorching substance was, when it fell Againist Harry face.

He Howled

It Was Hell.

The pain had no culture, no pity, no mind, yet it consumed whatever it pleases. Its only criteria is if it can take it and reduce it to something molten and foul, paroxysm of agony triggered a guttural cry from the fluter. His hands clawed over his burning face, brutally gashed. Solvent swirls on it without any mercy, penetrating to the cells that should be protected by smooth skin but lie open. Surge of torments spirals all over him. Violent shaking forced through his whole body, with no assume of stopping. Monstrous chill continued running down his spine and made his ghostly skin crawl. Muscles going to giving up. The worst of the blood had spelled, ran freely in thick scarlet rivers amongst his whole face, staining his hair, matting them together before it soaked into his cloths and the floor. From a clear distance outside, it was like a high barking that carried well through walls and air. Lungs have no choice but to painfully and rigidly take in the chilled air around for a living breathe until they couldnt anymore. He have cried and screamed, maybe not evident, nevertheless it was as if he was calling for a help, but there was no help to come, perhaphs the strength in his voice perished. His breath taken away every second, he was in his greatest neccisity of taking an inhale.

Thats until he decided to surrender to the torturing and sink into the unfolded darkness.

He was in a heavy black cloud. Nothing to see, Nothing to hear, Nothing to feel, Just this heaviness in his whole body. He couldnt remember how to open his eyes, but when he did, he scrunched the opened one at the bright light that was sipping through his closed eyelid, in struggle he slowly opened it, desperately squinting in attempt to sharpen the blurred images before him. Pungent smell of hospital disinfect invading his nostrils. The room was silent apart from the beep beep sound you often hear in hospitals that indicates youre alive and Quiet talking. He started to sense something, or rather a material, soft but elastic tightening around his whole sore face, from chin to forehead, even one of his eyes were covered, it was very aching. When the sight of his survived eye arised, he perceived Someone bending over him, face watching his. What harry never toke notice of is that they are holding his weak hand, and that they have little tears in their eyes. The features were not clear, but it can be marked that they have a light brown hair and wearing something..blue? Harry attempted hardly to recognize who is this, but he coudnt with this wounded brain, then he heard the familiar word that assisted in that. "...Brother..." Harry tried to remember how to talk. No words came, he blinked trying to force his memory to recall the owner of this soft voice with broken tone. He was out of ability to even clear his throat. He tried to answer, to say something, but all what came out was a tiny whisper. "...augh....ma....rley?..." The other man wrapped his arms around the injured one shoulders and pulled him close, hugging him gently to not provoke the burn. "shhhhh...save your strength brother...it will be alright..." Marley had a hard time hiding his sniffs, but harry havent got enought focus to realize. His sibling tenderly patting his hand, giving a queit moment for the victim to adapt to the consciousness. Harry lie still, slowly started blinking, he wanted to see whats around him. But he cant lift anything off this deep pillow. He used the very bare left of his capability to move some little angles right and left for learing about his new surroundings. Glancing around the bright white coloured bedroom. He catched sight of someone wearing the same color for a coat, staring at him from the door. He strain to hear and makes sense of it all. No idea. Where is he and why? How long had he been here? He shut his eyes, trying to remember what had exactly occured. Then it all hits him with a bang, The memory of it all starts to occupy his thoughts, panicking he jolted up with rushing hands running at his bandages, making sure this is true, the wound hurting with every touch of his finger, he figured it all out.

He lived

He laid back in his bed, he felt powerless and heavier, Couldnt move his hands, head or bod, His eyes washed with the kind of emotion that only come when people break in ways with no way to be repaired. "Whoever did this bro...they are Not Getting Away With This!!!!" "Mr. Marley please calm down the patient is still in an unstable condition." Marley sighed, plummeting his head to the bed, holding his brother hand a bit tighter. "im sorry doctor...its just that..." He couldnt continue his sentence for some reason, instead he started a new one. "Harry...please get better...for your family...for your friends...for me...please..."

Harry spent the rest of his days in the hospital remaining still in the bed. His head eaither felt heavy or light. He lost the track of time and may needed somebody to tell him, but he never cared, he will let all the time pass without any hint of concern. He never felt that alone or empty before. Sometimes, he replay the events in his head and wonder what were the right words to say, what was it that could prevent everything, it wont change that he is all to blame. It might had been kinder to kill him than to constrain him with living beside this burn. Everytime he try to sleep and leave this living nightmare, he cant. He never had the enough hope to recover or be cured. He wont, he doesnt need, he already knows he will never get better, he will never be the same.

If only

if only...

If only he didnt go behind that bar at 11 pm.

#brueklynn #harry fletcher #marley meriweather

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Old passer

ALL THE CHARACTERS BELONG TO @brueklynn I OWN NOTHING. You already know this is not canon, i want to point out that there is a character here that belongs to toony BUT doesnt have any kind of design or personality so i created them myself for this story XD means the anything here is not canon at all, that it thank u ^^

Wallaby was standing outside in front of a random store under shade. There he is, standing alone, tapping the ground under him with one foot, his hands in his pants pockets while looking bored. At these fine balmy days, almost every eye hides behind sunglasses and hair flows freely in the breeze, erratic steps echo. The janitor Penetrating gaze probed Perusing the sea of faces, like if he is looking for someone he was supposed to meet up with ages ago and they never came, now he is still here waiting for their arrival at any second. If only time can pass faster, or if he had something to entertain himself away from this killing boredom instead of leaving him to dwell with it. Letting his eyes roam over the streets, he just moved his head right and left checking if one of those faces is the person he meant to meet. However, he didnt know that few moments later something going to etch insidr his memory is going to take place right now. It was the moment when he noticed one of the passers being a lady, a normal lady, just like all the other ladies in the streets. but for some unknown reason, he felt something being off, her presence pulling his attention away from any other person.

Long fluid wisps of chocolate hair that always seemed to gleam when it  captured the light just right. Large liquid blue eyes held such a serenity, trimmed by long pretty lashes, lovely eyes, yet somehow seem gentle. Florid cheeks and flawlessly syrup sweet sculpted lips was lilac soft. She was all about simplicity, holding a small bag in her hands, wearing a short cute bright flowing dress, walking like an elegant lady.

And still for today, wallaby have no idea what was it in his guts that forced him to move his legs as fast as he can to approach her before she get any further away and dissappear from sight.

"E-Excuse me miss!" She turned around, facing wallaby who was holding his flatcap in his hands, waiting for his request. He looked at her with confused eyes, of course he would be, he doesnt know why is he even talking to her from tha first place, what does his guts want from a  random person he never saw? "Yes sir?" She smiled, lipstick glowing. She had a soothing voice, atleast thats what wallaby thought, she seemed nice, that kind of woman whom hold a tiny warmth within eyes. Those eyes...just by looking at this pair he can see one of his gazes in them. That evoked something from some part of his brain, He had no memory of her, atleast thats what he thinks, cause he doesnt recall any. Perhaps its not a memory per se, but echoes that call to his intuition. He started to think he may recognize her before, maybe he did neet her at one point in his life? maybe that was the reason why his legs automatically moved to catch her? Yes, it was, he can tell. Her simple smile was unique, reminded him of a certain smile too. he could have swore he saw it a lot, but where? when? And who? He was anxious for recognition he never knew. "I..." the janitor had no absolute idea of what to say when stopping a stranger for no reason, but he tried to come with a good excuse so he doesnt seem like a fool. How about..the reason he approached her from the first place? Why he ran to her before he lost her view. "Miss did we...did we meet before somewhere?" "We did? Oh Im sorry but, I dont think i do remember..." she apologized, wallaby didnt feel sad or dissapointed because she was just a stranger to him, but his inside did. She doesnt know him too, he can now let her go away right? Nope, that answer didnt calm his guts down, his tongue isnt satisfied with it. He looked at her again. Noticing smooth Bangs obscuring the woman forhead, framing her face. what is so intresting is that.

Her bangs are just like wallaby ones.

That was a nice detail, but all wallaby wanted is to sooth those unknown feelings and go back quickly to waiting for a certain person. "Are you sure? cuz I do feel that we may had knew each other at some point. I mean come on! Our bangs are really so similiar missy!"

So how can wallaby know a lady who is 20 years older than him? Dont ask him, ask his gut. it was still impossible for him not to be held prisoner by the intuitons. but there was undeniable familiarity to her features, possibly thats what held him so captivated. she giggled slightly "I just noticed that too...even our hair color is the same shade! Staring at your eye...I feel myself looking at a mirror! So..whats your name? Maybe I can remember you then!" "Oh! My name is-"

They both stopped when they heard objects hitting the floor with a loud thud.

They both turned their heads for the source of the voice, to their right concerned. It was a man with short dark brown hair, ruddy skin, a flatcap, standing there. Frozen, arms still static in the same position he left his belongings to fall down.

Wallaby was puzzled. His father constantly welcomed any kind of guest he met with kind smiles and  words. He never gave that kind of a shocked reaction to anyone before, especially for just meeting a random lady. His child himself didnt see him that shocked before about anything. But he tried to push it off for now and get back to the subject. "Oh dad Here you are! This is m-" He was cut too when he saw the woman next to him no longer smiling, soft glowy lipstick in a frown, not being too happy to see his father. Drown in her unwanted sad moments, lowered Dull orbs of ocean blocked under the dark shadow created of her fallen bangs, her expressions faded, the molten chocolate that hung precisely on her back turning dry, cheery dress no longer dancing with the breeze. The brown haired boy doesnt understand a thing... unsettling feelings began filling him. Whats wrong? Why are they both That greetly dissapointed? What making his head spin are the unexplained transitions. Who is she? What does she have to do with his dad? He wished he could Leap straight for the answer.

Mason already felt the knife before he saw it. Looking at the girl wallaby just met in a forlorn stare. He didnt blink and in the depths of his gaze, he couldnt believe his eyes anymore. He looked into her eyes one more second to make sure this isnt the wrong person or some hallucinations haunting him.

It was his partner

Or you could say his previous partner.

His shoulders hunched together like if he was trying to disappear inside himself. Even his dark eyes seemed to be attempting to retreat inside his head.

"...Lucy...."

"...You...."

She couldnt even remember his name. Expected. Why would she do anyway? Mason can still recognize her voice, even though its been...very long years since he last heard it, or seen her face...She wasnt that girl he loved, who cared about his being, or encouraged him to do his best in achieving dreams. No, she is just an old passer from his old life. The old lucy was long gone. Lucy snutched up an eye to finally take a glance at her once spouse. Looking at each other, Both of them had changed, yet still identifiable, funny how much tricky the time is. they realised that the eyes whose were once filled with so much purpose and love was now replaced with bitterness, and maybe hate. The only thing that showed any resemblance to the man was the shell the bitter soul inhabited. His old self was gone too. Mason never left anyone, they walked away. In his life he had been the sunshine, giving warmth, light and love without reserve, Yet there came a time when the pain within overwhelmed and only tears came. Her abandonment was like a betrayal to him, a burning to his soul, a dusty hot road on which his mind and body can wither. He had lost the one he loved the most in the world, the one who had kept him stable for periods in his life time. The near loss of everyone he had loved wasnt emotionally stabling to him. Only his son wallaby stayed, refusing to leave his dear father side. It was never an exciting blank page, a fresh start, or a choice to mason, but more akin of being naked in a blizzard. Lucy guessed she should do something about this stifled silence, to break it with a move, It is her own job to find an easful air around herself, so she made it towards him with an outstretch hand and that kind of desponded face usually reserved for your dissatisfaction. But mason startled like a deer in the woods, almost toppling as he took a large step backwards, entire face glowed up with pain and anguish. He let his face fall with gravity again. stepping aside while he slunk past not looking left or right, Leaving wallaby and his own regrets behind, alone. Wallaby wasnt ok at this point, blankly staring at the path his dad toke until distance obscured, hurt was welling in his son eyes, his dad looked broken. Lucy...lucy...Where did he hear that name before? Its repeated in his head many times, mentioned there and audiable by only one voice, his father voice. He unglued his eyes from the path and returned a stare for the woman in hopes for a small claricifation. She sighted him out from the corner of her eye, unable to look at him anymore. "So you..." "Miss..I-" "dont tell me that your name is wallaby...." He got it.

He finally got it.

That woman is his mother.

His Absent mother.

His heart jolts in pain. His jaw went slack with dumbfounded, eyes resigned surprise, brain stutters for a moment and his eyes take in more light than he expected, every part of him goes on pause while his thoughts catch up. Memories started to flood in every blood vessel in his brain, all of them are his five years old self, a beautifull young woman tugging along his side, she is nobody else but his mother lucy. All those stale pictures and voices clinging to his mind at a once. He can now recall them all. It was like he was living those moments, or visualizing them. Set of warm hands he would let hold him own clapping together before holding him off the ground and spinning his small body in the air, voice cradle his mind in familiar sounds, her soothing him from losing his favorite balloon or humming her favorite song at the kitchen. He still remember their last time playing together before the next day, he saw her with suitcases in hand, vanishing through the door, never coming back. For the first while he felt lost with not a single place feeling like home. However happiness found its way back thanks to mason treasured love. Time after time her presence in his life was erased. At this moment here, where he is meeting his mother for the first time after growing up. He felt that a part of his brain Where there should be certain memories is blank space, like a soft beige wall bereft of photographs. After a wash of cold he stepped out from the shadows and highlights of sundown. blazing sun descended, burning the sky in a powerful mix of amber and blood red. The dying sunlight seeped out behind sillhouet. Lucy spun around with her heals, back already facing wallaby in neglect, ready to go far away and leave him, again, in the same day he just met her. The rhythm of her heels clicking against the hard streets floor didnt stop wallaby from uttering his words. "Why did you leave dad?..." She paused her footsteps. "Why did you leave me?.." she stayed silent. How could she answer this? "You werent worth it, wallaby." He was raked with disdain, His eyes glistened with the pain of her betrayal, leaving wallaby with no alternative but to seek a new suspect of more harm, the truth of her innocence is discovered.

"You two were just old passers in my old life. Im glad l didnt waste it in you." Nobody around was heard, just continual taps of heels heading to a straight way. Stepping on her son heart each time they connect to the ground. Her kid steadily tracking her road until she completly escaped over the horizon. His eyes allowed her reluctantly to go past that orange lane, he was unsure about how should he feel about this new memory.

As the daylight dwindled the tension in Skye grew. Mason was in a slight crowded area in a specific street, Standing there on his own, doing nothing but giving a thousand mile stare into space, somehow the noised around doesnt affect any bit of his focusing. Wallaby had found him after taking some time for searching around, reaching him to be by his side. He never even said a single "hey..." to him. Instead, they both kept walking home in a queit sunset. Mason made no attempt to speak the whole way. Apparently, his young boy had expected this, as he kept shut too, mostly cause he didnt know what to say in this situation. Heavy sighs gracing each few minuts passes from the father mouth, did his eyes shine with the terror of his memories. Empty, yet They told a story of sadness, The dark lines around them didnt help much. He didnt mean to fall in love with lucy, but he did anyway, From the very first time he talked to her, he knew there was something so true in this person that reassure him he could be the true him. If only he had enough cohesion power to describe what happened that day to his loved son wallaby, but right now This was mason burden, his kid shouldnt be sharing it with him. His steps were dragged and movements forced. While the companion was down in the dumps, an inkling of wistfulness glimmer in soft eyes dropped to the corners. He fixed his eye toward the sky, wallaby always admired sunsets. But tonight, he felt blue, curbed. Not wanting to think about anything and just get back home to rest from this long day.

At nightfall the heat of the day would evaporate along with the last sunrays. At that night wallaby closed his eyes, head pressed on a soft pillow. hoping for sleep to take him away from this thing called reality. The darkness overtook him slowly, and he fell asleep. But For the first time, Little tears falling from his face.

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Humanity - a sequel to Perfect

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All characters belong to @brueklynn~

Harry wasnt in a good mood yesterday and wont be today.

Yesterday when the working time was over and the studio was about to close down, his nephew wasnt in sight. He thought he was just late, but the delay was too long. Harry asked almost all the employees about him, including blondie, all of them saying that he was no longer seen after the afternoon. Even after everyone went home, harry didnt waste any second and searched around the big studio for david, refusing to take a step out of this place without his relative being next to him. There is no way he could have went outside right? He should be there in some room. His uncle spent long hours scanning every spot and every area, not giving a care to the clock, searching to the point he got very tired and slumped to a chair, weary with fatigue and the burden of finding the lost one, all the possibilities of his sudden missing in the work swimming unhelpfully in his head. What if david slept somehwere at work? Maybe he is awake and is trying to work on something but not aware of time? Maybe he is in a trouble that impeded him? Whatever the reason harry was very worried, but he didnt feel himself starting to sleep on the desk in front of him. Blondie watched him from the doorway, he was the only one left in the studio at this late hour, he knows exactly what harry is trying to find, but he knows he wont reach it anytime soon, he switched off the remaining lights and went to his home, leaving the flutist in pity to sleep on the desk alone. At some moment of the next day, harry woke up and looked around, remembering how he unintentionally slept in the studio, he had no idea what time is it, but he could suspect it is early morning, work going to start any second now. It didnt laste long till the studio lights were turned on again, worker after worker coming in, greeting with mornings, that reminded him of how this is the first morning that go by without being greeted by his nephew, the burden that weighed on him yesterday didnt leave, he stood up and looked for the boss, with no sign of him being in view, he toke the chance to continue his searching without being forced to be back to his job.

Eventually, it seems that he ended up in a not familiar area he havent seen before, perhaphs its newly built? It was looking like as if it was abondened for years, its like aging lampposts are used for illumination. It was silent, only echos of his footsteps are audible, maybe he had wandered too far, but what if david found this area too and got lose in it? He will find out now, this must be the last spot in the whole place he didnt surveg, what was strange that there were no rooms there, just a big hall he is walking in, head right and left to catch sight of any door. While he was walking. He stopped dead in place….he felt…something…..a hand…….a very cold and stained one…..grabbing his leg….He jumped in the air as if a firecracker had gone off, turning around in scare looking down, the hand that grabbed him was laying on the floor, it was the only thing seen as the rest of the body was behind a corner, a rose beige liquid covering it dripping on the floor, was that a person who just painted a wall? What harry wanted to know is why is this person is laying on the ground without a move. Slowly approaching beyond the wall carefully, what he saw was unbelievable…..that thing didnt look like a human. No, it looked like a creature…lying on the ground in frailty with his face on it, as if every muscle in his body seized up, what is unbelievable is that. This creature looks exactly like the studio cartoon character “kicks”.

The same worm skin, the same type of body, the same brown hair, the same usual clothes, the same colorful liquid covering his hand was still soaking some parts of his body. Only the color of his paperboy hat was brown instead of green. Harry didnt grasp a thing, he cant just develop from an animation to a real life figure, that was elevating his heart rate a bit and killing his logical thinking capacity. He thought that he still needs more sleep,

but he is NOT doing anything until he finds his nephew today. The creature finally with struggle lifted up his face sleepily, even his face and shadowed eyes were just like “kicks”. He was cold and paler than a spectre. Could this thing really be a cartoon that was brought to reality? harry stared, waiting for the next move. “…Where is my book?…” Those were the first words that came from that creature mouth, harry didnt expect this. However, harry could tell that even with his weak voice it sounded similiar to one of the workers in the studio, but who? "What..?…“ "dude, you should check out this awful tragedy, i dont know what is this anymore, ah! i cant feel any part of my whole body anymore…” “Are you really our studio cartoon character ‘kicks’? ” “Dude! I am a human! I was….” “What? What do you mean?! What happened!?” “Go up the stairs…” Harry looked forward and saw the rest of the dark hallway in the back, trails of that colored substance remaining until the “kicks” person, means that he should have crawled until here from a certain place, harry left him and went after those tracks, leading up to a dark half open basement staircase, he had all the courage he needed to motivate his feet, when he arrived to the end of the stairs, the door of a rolm was open, he saw something that wouldnt have been proposed in his mind, more living cartoon creatures. It was a room with low orange lighting and a creepy aura. Three other creatures lying on the ground unmoving, unconscious on puddles of the same unnatural vericolored fluid that he saw earlier and tinting the room floor, he started to suspect that it have something to do with those incarneted cartoon figurs. Their faces portray them as if they had been beaten down until they passed out, there must be something up with this weird crazy company, he may want to retire after this. The three creatures resembled “punchy”, “slappy” and the studio main mascot “jokey bug”. He entered the room toward one of those creatures, attentively examining it with piercing scrutiny. Besides all those questions in his mind one of them had a weird suggestion, but it totaly seems stupid and incorrect, those creatures really reminded him of some of his colleagues, but why? It cant be them right? But that “kicks"creature did remind him of someone he recognized before, was he called paul? "Kicks"had his same voice and way of speaking, the same face expressions, the same hat…But harry almost jumped when he heard a low soft whimper somwhere in the room, if it wasnt wasnt deadly queit this very weak sound wouldnt have been noticed. Harry whirled around his head, appearently one of those creatures had woke up, it was the "jokey” one, he was the only with almost opened eyes. Harry drew near him. The bug looked so…helpless…unable to move any part of himself, just staying on the ground with palsy, he couldnt move his tongue to say any letter or sound, just low fainted whimpers that can show all pain in them, His face was a perfect picture of misery, harry never saw an expression that shows more suffering. He kneeled next to that powerless 'soul’ If thats what he can call it, taking in every detail of his strange body no matter how small, oddly his body was, perfect. Just like the “jokey” character all the kids see in his own cartoon, expect that he is real now. placing a hand behind his head and back. Harry pulled him cautiously on his lap, because his eyes met with those bleak ones for the individual. Eyelids weighed down looking so heavy, as if the creature used all his remaining little strength to open a part of them. Harry gazed into them, those eyes…he sensed something familiar there…he didnt see those kind of eyes before. But, they unknowingly look familiar, not to the character “jokey” eyes itselves, but for someone he feels he saw before. There is a thing that make harry tend to analyze their form.

There is a twinkle that he recall watching numerous time, a distinct one that belong to someone he knew, but who is it?

He stopped thinking when he saw the creature lifting up an arm so weakly and sluggishly, he couldnt move his hand or a finger, but his arm looked like he is trying to barely point to something. Harry turned around to the direction where that 'jokey’ aiming for, and what he saw was the same substance covering something underneath, it wasnt clear what it was, but when he checked it with more scutinize, his eyes catched a glimpse of something, a green ribbon coming out from that mysterious object, identically belonging to a boater hat under those fluids.

Realization crushed harry faster than any train could.

His heart and breathing stopped, words left him, mind pausing functioning, not formulating a thought. In this shattered moment, The time was slowing down, The world was slowing down, being erased around him. No……NO…..This cant be….it isnt possible…He tunred around in shock for the stagnant body on his lap, reaching a new level of trauma he didnt expect his will reach. His face, his face fell, blood drained from it. In that instant he was stuck in an incredulous expression, an unblinking stare, shaking head in disbelief, its all a lie, just hallucinations, just a dream…..But….this is reality….yes?… No? His Brain desperately scrambling to make sense of it all, rendered speechless, temporarily incapacitated, still unable to comprehend what had just occurred, his stomach rocked back and forth on the harsh waves of fear, lightning crackle through his veins, his jaw quivering, thoughts looped around in his head until there was no room for anything else, his heart wrenching, pain tearing it apart, wounding it so deep, cut to the very core, he thought there was no space for another hole after the many times the world broke him, he was wrong, this time there was a void for his whole heart to dissapear into, never to be filled. He was a drowning victim, went completely off the deep end. His last spark of hope became extinguished, nothing can bring more desolation to his soul. He was late…..he couldnt save him….couldnt save the only hope left for him……he broke his promise, his promise to protect him, he always do, he never kept his words, he always wished that he would be forgived whenever he do that, from now on, there is no forgiveness at any chance, guilt is swallowing him, his damage cannot be repaired. He forgot for a moment who is still lying in his lap, this time, those bleak eyes getting wetter, going to cry at any second now…Harry wrapped his arm around the boy head, Gently Pulling it close to his chest, embracing him in some pure silent minutes of sorrow and depress, as a wintry night, It was as if fate conspired to keep them in the dark, the grief storm had ebbed to nothingness. He was there..he may not be a human anymore…but he was still there…His uncle hand wandering through the recent black silky hair of the rueful victim, a bit stiff and sticky from the previous incident, how much did harry pat those ginger soft hair yarns whenever he was proud of the young voice actor new achievments?

And from that moment, the night he got a peice from his face burned, wasnt compared to how he felt holding David who no longer the same in his shaking arms.

Annie doesnt really like invitations for stupid gatherings, but that was blondie who invited her for his studio, she couldnt bring herself to refuse, even though she regrets coming anyway. She walked around the place freely, some stares from here and there from the workers to the sudden visitor here, she was trying to recall where did the blonde wanted to meet her, what room was the right room? She saw a one with a door that is comperable to the one the animator described for her to find, that must be the room he meant then, she wants to finish this quickly and go back home after. She entered without any knock, a wide white room lighted by the bright sunshine was the distination.

It had natural softness and warmth in the air. She Casted her eyes around two random people and blondie were on the sides talking about something, and….was that johann right there? This day isnt going to pass easily…

“Oh! Welcome mom! Im glad you came here! You going to love this one!!” “I have more important things than making some children content joseph. Just show me whatever you wanted me to see so I can leave. ” the two employees turned their heads when they heard their boss being called a different name other than blondie, whom began to sweat and smile awkwardly. “Ahahahah…mom? Can we Please use the term 'son’ when reffering to me?” “Uh..whatever” That was a weird request, but she didnt wanna push it, she didnt care. All she have to do now is trying to ignore johann as possible. Blondie clapped his hands as a sign for attention. “Alright alright everybody! So! How about we all play a little game?” Everyone was going to fall down in their place at the announcement, expect the organist who looked so happy. “A game?! YAAAY! Im ready Mr. Blondie!!” “WHAT?! You startled us from work and brought us here to just play a dumb game?!” “Hey! My son have the right to choose and do anything he wants with us! Including playing a game!” “Thank you dad! Now to start! can everybody stand on the spot I order you to stand on and not move a step? This is going to be fun!” Anne wanted to eaither slap johann or facepalm herself, this is going to be a long day…Johann was still proud of his son though he have no kind of idea what is exactly he is doing, but is delighted to have some more fun time with him. Blondie did place the four in some certain spots, leaving them awaiting for the game to start, it was boring. “ so, when are we going to start and finish this silly thing. ” “oh samuel why cant you be so excited to play like johhny is, right johnny?” “Sure thing sir!” “See? You should really bond with johnny about yourself, you both have SOMETHING in common together, you going to discover what is it very soon~” Samuel was going to say something before he squeeze his eyes shut, grit his teeth and mumble unclear sounds before giving up and sighing. “Dont worry samuel! You got this!” Since the distamce between them wasnt far, johnny wrapped an arm around samuel neck, keeping his promise of his legs standing still on his spot. “Yeah samuel! We Both got this! We going to win this game together!” “Yeah! BOTH of you two will be the showman~ And Now! Everybody! Here we-”

The room went queit when the door  bursted and crashed to the wall by someone.

“EVERYONE, RUN! THIS MAN TRYING TO TURN YOU ALL FOR SOME CARTOONY CREATURES!!!!”

Everyone just stared at harry in complete confusion, not understanding a single thing from what he said, that was fully random. anne and johann gave each other the “He is weird” look. While blondie threw back his head and let out a humorless laugh, Crossing his arms over his stomach in an attempt to catch his breath. after a few moments he wiped away some tears from his eyes, still smiling. “Ahahaha! OOh my god!” “DO I LOOK LIKE I AM JOKING?!??! GUYS ITS ALL A TRAP!!! YOU ARE ALL IN AN ENORMOUS DANGER!! YOU ARE GOING TO LIVE THE REST OF YOUR LIVES AS SOME PECULIAR CREATURES! YOU MUST BELIEVE ME!!!” “Calm down harry! Relax! You must be pretty exhusted today! Like How in the world can anyone be turned to a cartoony creature?! You just need some rest! Everything is ok harry its not real, it must be in your imagination or something.” “OH REALLY?! THAN WHAT IS THIS?!?!?!” Harry walked a little to the side dissapearing from view, it could be predictable from the sounds that he kneeled down to grap something from behind the wall and walk again to the doorway. Everyone gasped when they saw him carrying something that looked exactly like a jokey figure on his hands. What is very surprising is that it doesnt look like any kind of object or costume, its as if it was really a humanoid real life jokey that is matching to his cartoon self appearance, he looked asleep, and alive. 

“Wow..This looks exactly like that cartoon bug in….everything, its just like he evoluted to reality! that must be a very expensive detailed costume, my son is rich! ” “NO!! THIS IS YOUR TERRIBLE SAD FATE TOO IF YOU DONT ESCAPE RIGHT NOW!!!” Harry placed down jokey david next to the door frame, shotting a wrathful glare at his boss. “Why?! WHY?! What Did He Ever Do To You To Deserves All This Harrowing Sufferance??!?!” Everyone around rooted to their places watching the scene in shock, every part of harry skin went red, even his burns, the memories weighed down on him but instead of breaking even more, his heart turned ice cold and slunk into the shadows as his brain took complete control. The flames in his stomach rose up to his chest and crawling through his veins, took over the rest of his body. His fingers coiled into fists, Waves of fury rolled off of him as the blood rose to his cheeks. The term anger, barely even touched the tip of the volcano that he so clearly was in that moment. How didnt he notice any evidence of what that Man was planning?! Or how he was so intrested in david while his bad intentions already seeped inside his eyes, david was just a young boy who had talent and wanted to make everyone around happy using it, he never dared to hurt a soul. But all what that cruel blonde saw was a male who plunder the lights from him. But How did that make him less human? How did that mean he is not just a child? How did that mean he didnt need to breathe anymore? How did that make his human rights null and void? harry should have reevaluted his opinion on blondie long time ago. how much blind he was, how much late he was. Harry paced angirly forward, specifically to someone path, raged up and down in long strides. “You Demon..” If it wasnt for everyone rushing in front of harry to stop him from attacking and leaving him with just a failed try to snatch up some hair of blondie who slumped back before he could get caught, his head would have already been on the nearest wall. “When I first met you I was glad to see someone accepting to hire me and look up to my nephew aspirations…BUT THIS…THIS…I HATE YOU!! YOU FUCKIN DESTROYED MY LIFE MORE THAN THIS BURN ON MY FACE DID! HOW COULD YOU DO THAT TO BROTHER SON! TO MY FAMILY!! TO MY ONLY HOPE!!” His desire to hear the animator neck snapping was very strong. If only those people didnt block his way, why are they still on blondie side after they knew the whole truth?! “Your Humanity Is Entirely Gone, Look At How Many deluded people Had Believed Your Lies And Fake Promises! What Are You Going To Do With The Rest Of Us?!? Dip Them too into that Unearthly Substance Too?!?”

Blondie didnt speak a word, he just looked at harry with a faceless motion. “Well if you insist.” Blondie pulled down a switch next to him, resulting sound of a fluid flowing into pipes was heard, growing louder every second, making everyone look up to the ceiling, before it breaks down revealing a part of the pipes newtwork, being pressured along with leaking some colorful liquids, before bursting out and whacking a huge mass of that liquid on everyone heads.

Then flooding the whole studio.

#brueklynn #annie leave #johann drew #harry fletcher #blondie rodgers #samuel churcher #david angel #paul cameron

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Something unimportant

School is near, that would mean that instead of uploading a fanfic everyday i will try to upload a fanfic once in week, and maybe if luck is really really with me i will try to upload two. also dont worry if u have any ideas u wanna tell me about. i will appreciate them all :3 thanks for seeing this, thats if u did XD hav a great day!

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Locked up

ALL THE CHARACTERS BELONG TO @brueklynn I OWN NOTHING. U think the title is deep but it isnt, btw Friendship is hard with these two so u wont enjoy XD

It was a typical morning, it was a growing patches of blue, the sort of hue that is soft and bright at the same time. Though beneath the sheet of cloud is a grey that deepens to steel, the leading edge is a brilliant white, as if it is the pages of a new book ready for any curious eye. Blondie, henry and samuel were the first visitor for the studio, each going to his own office and start his work, samuel went to the empty recording room. He felt something was out place, something is missing, he didnt catch what is it, he looked around trying to recall and count the musical instruments, now he figured it out, his piano is missing!! Where is it?! At the same moment he heard a voice of something rubbing againist the floor, he turned around and saw someone pushing his lost piano inside the room, only to reveal mike, that made samuel angry. "Would you like to explain why was that piano with you?" "What do you think the reason?!" "I dont know!! You trying to pull some sort of a joke!!" "What?! No! I didnt pull a prank! Even if I did I dont pull it out like this!!" "You know just- lets get back to work queitly without breaking another banjo please." "Jeez samuel, I wont! Why are you so negative about everyone?!" "Did you see me be negative around someone who doesnt break an instrument every two days?! Eventually your whole month payment will be wasted!!" "Oh really!!" The echo of the forcefully slammed door pervading through the place, it was the time for the two musicians daily argument, they never argued with their fists but their words packed a powerful punches. After a few minutes the shouting match was over, both still filled irritation, mike wanted to end this and go to another room. But when he turned down handle, the door didnt open...he tried again and again, no use. He tried closing all his fingers around the handle to twist it with his bare hands using all his arms muscles, it was all in vain. The door stood stubbornly in its place. They both knew what did that mean.

They are both trapped alone in this room together.

Samuel mind didnt process the idea, out of all the people who could be locked up with him, its mike?!? His enemy! Seriously?! And the same thing could have been said for the banjoist. "What have you done!!" "Me? The doorknob was already broken!!" "Whats going on there?!" They both stopped another fight when they heard a voice talking from the outside, finally someone is their to end the proplem. "Murphy! We are locked in here! Please bring something and open this door QUICKLY!!!" "The door wont open?! Mmmmm, I think I can fix this proplem but...it may take a little time to find the tool I need." "What?! Murph please bring it now and hurry up!" "Ok Ok, its just a broken door, that wont disturb you from your jobs, you can just go back to working while I search ok?" "No please murphy!! dont leave me here!!-" Too late because murphy had already left them, they knew from the sound of the running footsteps. Both the mad men looked at each other, with a look that could be described by one word, disgust.

Another few minutes had passed and murphy still didnt come back, for some reason, each one of the two was sitting on a corner, knees to chest, arms crossed and backs facing each other, refusing to take any glimpse at the other face, anger may be turned inside to themselves as the attraction dissonance increases, hate spreading throughout their entire system, shutting down all other feelings, becoming central to the situation, they hoped this nightmare would end soon at any second. "I hate you!" "I dont care mike! Dont even speak to me!" "Then dont even look at me!" "Then why are you looking at me!" "I am not! And thats mean you are still looking at md! I said dont even take a peek at me birdie!" "Stop calling me that name!" "Well stop yelling at me!!" "You dont even make any sense!!" "Can any sense be seen by those glasses!" "These glasses are WAY better than your messy hair summerson!" " Oh please! How can ANYONE dislike this flowing gleaming hair~" "Stop acting like some Ľoréal paris commercials and Shut up!!" "And what if I dont shut up?" "OH Y-" They both stopped fighting when a sound of some tiny broken metallic chunks fell from under the piano, hitting the ground in a very low voice. "Oopsie...." mike whispered under his breath, that wasnt supposed to happen....."I KNEW It!! I Knew That You Were Up To Something When You Toke The Piano With You!!" "Sam wait!! I wil-" "What And How Much Damage Did You Cause Michael?! And WHY Did You Do That To My Piano?! You Want Me To Suffer More Through This Glum Job?! What Else You Have Inside That Head?!" "You Got It All Wrong! Why Dont You Try That Piano First Before Talking!" "Oh Really!! WHY? You Want To Try And Prove My 'Bad Skills' At Pressing Those Keys And Tell Me I Dont Have Much proficiency In Music And Songs?!" "No! You Have Such A Versatility in The piano!!" "OH YA-..............Wait What??!?" "I Said-......." Both mike and samuel had a full minute of silence, staring at each other in disbelief, their minds trying to process what did mike just say, is that really true? Did mike just said his first nice words? If that was true...a shudder will run through samuel, it was like mike came to know the depths of his humanity. "Did You Just say I have versatility in the piano?!" "No!!" No matter how much mike will try to deny it, samuel had already heard the sentence. "Of..Ofcourse I will have much versatility on the piano!!" "You dont!" "But you just admitted it!!" "That...That slipped out accidently!" "Well it was something that was floating in your mind then."

They both stood still when they heard some noises from outside the room, the door was shaking slightly until finally, someone opened it, it was murphy who found his tool and unlocked the door, finding an exit for both, everything was over. "Im glad you didnt kill each other while I was gone." Mike gave samuel an unsure look and walked past him, leaving him alone in the recording room to do his work.

Samuel still remembers when mike told him to give the piano a try. Azure blue eyes scaning it, he did notice it feels a little more different thean before, its shiny, pitch black, row of pure ivory keys, They shimmer in the recording room light as if they are the moon on a starry night, Everything was still there but more cleaner. He sat down to check preparing to check if it will work properly, swift fingers shifting from here and there, the sound the keys created was great, the music he sang went with the beat, stirs wonders in his soul. No harm was caused by mike, It was same piano he always function on. After he finished, he sensed the inner peace. Yesterday night was being reminded, oh how he had a hard with the notes because the piano wasnt working right, didnt give him the desired results needed. He took another glance at the piano, he noticed that on the side curling golden letters spell "Samuel" such a beautiful and elegant name. because its his. When he toke a break he left the recording room walking in the halls, he saw someone from away sitting and fixing something, it was mike focusing on reading the instructions paper of how to fix a banjo strings, next to it another one related to the piano.

Maybe that lock up wasnt the worst thing he experienced.

#brueklynn #samuel churcher #mike summerson

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Recipe. Part 2

ALL CHARACTERS BELONG TO @brueklynn I OWN NOTHING.

"Your last chance to tell me the truth!-" "PLEASE SIR NO DONT D-" "Well then spit the REAL secret!! NOW!" "SIR PLEASE I SWEAR THERE IS NO MAGICAL OR PHYSICAL SECRET ITS ALL JUST A GOOD WORK IN CARTOONS-" "Monroe, I think that is enough" "then what is your better idea to make him speak johann?" "Well killing him isnt a better idea!!!" "But we can replace this man any time right?~" "No we cant!!" "Augh!! Anyway, wont you be a good boy and blurt out the vague truth? Or do you want to pay your life as a price?~" Jacque was out of words, he shivered on his place, his eyes shut, refusing to open them any time soon, thats if there was a future to him left...Monroe laughed, ready to enter that knife in someone bones.

"The game have not yet begun~"

The door room slammed down so harshly it scared monroe and johann, standing on the doorway a man with both hands at hips proudly, dark brown brown hair peeking from under his fedora, his smile showed all confident and energy, as if he was gladly ready to kick some butts. "OOOOOOOH! Now it seems that someone was brave enough to intterupt and try to take Something back~" "and you better give this thing back before I show you no mercy~" Hearing this, Johann laughed as if the man was telling a them a funny joke, wiping away his tears and placing an arm around monroe who was smiling at idiocy. "oooh my god!! Haha!! YOU think that you alone can take us BOTH down?!? HAHAHAHA I havent heard such a good joke like this in a long time! HAHAHA!" The man didnt do anything, still keeping the same smile on his face. With a click of a finger, five men all once appeared from behind him, taking a fighting position. Monroe and johann stopped smiling and knew they are in a big trouble. "oh no..." "Pals~ finish these two off~" The five men grinned happily, dragging their shotguns in the quest of having some fun. Bullets with their roaring sounds and radiant lights were being shot everywhere. Johann screamed hiding under a table, monroe being himself didnt get affected by the shots, though having only a knife as a weapon he wasnt any scared by this threating gang. "You want to play THIS game with me? Well I Will Show You How To Play!!" He lunged at them with the knife in the air, which was a bad decision since he had a hard time getting out of their grip...Their leader was crawling carefully under this mess of random bullets, jacque whose eyes were still shut from fright, depending only in his hearing to know what is happening, his brain going to explode and all he know is that at any second pne of those bullet going to hit him. Then out of sudden, he felt his weigh being shifted into someone arms. "NOOOOOOO" he screamed knowing he is being held by an unknown someone and that means another no good experience in some uncouth matter. Johann and monroe were caught up in a busier proplem to notice. Jacque could feel that his new holder was running, moments after moments he heard the sounds of shotguns getting lower and lower, until their was no voice left expect his second kidnapper footsteps....then after other few moments passed, he started to feel something warm tickling his face, after being kept in that cold darkness, was that...was that the sun? He opened his eyes to check, and he was right, it was the sun!!! BUT- He could see the outside ground being exhibited quickly to him, hinting his new kidnapper was still running, he turned his head up to behold a look at the new face.

Only for his eyes to be met with.....

"JOHNNY!!!!!"

Johnny was still running holding him like bridal style, Well, if jacque wasnt tied. He returned to him a smile that made jacque heart stop. A hush, quieter than the last sigh of a cold flame slowly burning out in the frozen winters of a tundra, fell over his soul. Silence engulfed him. "JOHNNY! IS THAT REALLY YOU?!" "who else could it be?~" " I Cant Believe This!!! H-How Did You Know My Place? T-That One Is Really Hard To Find!!" "Oh jacque, I will swim the seas and climb the mountain just to find you~ Now, we should be back before our friends get worried about us, shouldnt we?~" "Yah!! We Should! And...Johnny.....Is there a secret recipe that we use in our work for the jokey episodes?" "Secret recipe? Of course there is! Its our undying love that we pour in the process of creating them~" Till the rest of the day, Jacque will alway ask himself of how he didnt recognize that voice at the doorway when he first heard it, or how did johnny found people to shoot the two evil men, or why is he wearing a fedora. But now, all he care about is melting in johnny arms while they run back in a gorgeous sunset to their studio.

#brueklynn #monroe gooder #johann drew #jacque francis #johnny jonah

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Recipe. Part 1

ALL CHARACTERS BELONG TO @brueklynn I OWN NOTHING, this is so short it doesnt even deserve to be splited but tumblr being stupid I had to im srry ;^; guys this is a COMPLETLY DUMB fanfic please dont take it in any serious way XD take it as a joke plz, the logic here is gone Enjoy but you cant thx lol.

It was an ordinary morning today. Expect that johann and monroe where hiding behind a bush, standing before the amazing 'belief pioneer' studios that produced the famous cartoon "jokey and pals". They always wondered about how some animated humanized insects allured that much viewers. But lately, they heard that there is a secret recipe made of magic used in making those facsinating show episodes, that concept made them so curious to have a glance at that whatever is that special recipe. However, their plan to do so was to kidnap someone from the studio employees and interrigate him to disclose the obscure method. All they did was stay out of sight and monitor the studio door, waiting for someone to come out, They waited a lot and nobody came, it was starting to be boring. Until eventually, monroe saw the studio open, which made him shake johann who woke up in confusion looking right and left. "JOHANN JOHANN LOOK!!" " WOAHWOAHWOAH .....What..?" "Were You Sleeping!?!" "What? NO! I was just resting my eyes! Anyway what did you want me to see?" "Look!!" Monroe pointed happiky to a worker who stepped out from that place, walking while humming a tone. He had a wide black hair and mustach, wearing a small hat, he looked like a friendly french man, he was holding a paper and a pencil in his hands. " Thats Our chance! You hush him while I tie him up with the ropes~" "pff- Whatever." Johann rolled his eyes. Jacque was reading the lyrics paper again, imagining how entrancing the melody will be when its played by the chorus, his hum had a happiness, there is something carefree about the notes as they fall into the fresh air around. He leans on his hands, checking for a last time if all the words are written right. But he was so into the lyrics he didnt notice that someone was sneaking after him from behind. Before he could take another step, johann attacked him and made sure his mouth is kept shut, stifled sounds only came out, eyes fly wide and brain cant get to function. With the increasing pressure and streckin silent panic, monroe apeared in front of him and attached the ropes around him, the next thing jacque knew was that he was being blindfolded and carried away to an unknown place.

When he was able to see again, everything was so strange, he was in a dark room, nothing eviding. For all he knew he could be deep underground, in some random room in an isolated prison or even in the highest level of a skyscraper. He jerked upright, panicked, but his body refused to move. He looked down and saw the same ropes still wrapped around him, chaining him to the wall In a sitting position. His mouth wasnt taped or bound anymore. He craned his neck for a window, there was none, that would explain the darkness here. Suddenly a flash of light blew on his pale face, he jumped a little with the only slack he had, he was blinded for some moments before being able to see again, in the almost blackness his eyes strained for some sign of what was to come. He knew who did this, he didnt want to see their faces, so would leave it to the Police to identify the two kidnapers. But he had to open his eyes and see them. They stared at him for a moment and smirked. Though their tastes were a little different, monroe had got what he wanted. The dim light made jacque his skin sparkle and glow. He felt an odd coldness on his tongue, and brought his breathing back under control. "Welcome to our lair fella~" "W-W-What?!" "No need to panic again, we are just here to ask you a simple question~" Jascue gulped while starting to sweat, this is not going to be a good conversation..." You are one of the workers in that pretty 'belief pioneer' studio arent you?~" "uh..haha.." "so do you love that silly cartoon show that the studio produce? Because all the children love 'jokey and pals' dont they?" "Uhh..yeh!..yeh yeh..." "so you see...have you ever wondered about how did this show get that much success?" "....umm...hard work?...." "Wrong, Recently we both did some researches regarding your little victory in making those children pining for those comedian figures. Finally, we found out about your secret, you use some magical recipe in every single thing used in making any episode. " Jascue was shut. Magical recipe? Really? That was their researches? He is sure they heard it by some strangers passing at the streets. "...Uh...What? What do you m-" "DONT act like you dont know what I mean." He paused, giving jacque a knowing look. Whom exhaled through his nose trying to bring back his tranquility. Monroe stared at him silently, as if debating whether to electrocute him, or dig a sharp into his skin or even worse. jacque nodded to himself, already knowing he will get a punishment if not speaking something. He is fine. He will be fine. But what is he going to say? Will he just lie for them? He have a recioe from his mind now, will he have enough time to imvite it right now in front of two kidnappers? "WHAT IS THE RECIPE?!!?!" Monroe repeated sternly. Jacque felt coldness envelope him, but no darkness came. "I......I-I-I dont know!" "What do you mean you dont know?! Dont you work there?!" "I-I-I am just the lyricist!! All I do is writing kids songs!" "Well didnt I say that this special recipe is used is EVERY small thing used in making the episodes? In sure that you use it in every song you invite. So tell me how does it work?" "Sir I-I dont really know where did you get that idea from. But you have to believe me, there is No secret magical recipe used in making any episode..." "well then whats your secret in making good songs?" "Oh...thats...probably because Im very inspired and...I love my work? When you love your work you can do anything!" Monroe lost his patience which made him pull something from his bag, making jacque fear come true, he was threated with a knife pointed to him, he squirmed and whimpered, his guts froze solid, when will friends notice he is absent? When will the police come and save him?

#brueklynn #monroe gooder #johann drew #jacque francis

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Perfect

ALL THE CHARACTERS BELONG TO @brueklynn I OWN NOTHING. This is like..uhhhh idk?... a 'batim' au idea? I guess? Im Not sure idk..its just that I got the idea from there and Instead of bendy its jokey, but not really exactly what happend there in batim. Plz ignore the bad portrayed scenes XD blondie is a lot OOC here. Enjoy if you only can thx.

It was a typical afternoon, the sunlit clouds drifted across a clear blue sky, fresh air filled the atmosphere swaying the palm trees gently by a breeze. David was at the recording room, a mellifluous melodic singing voice rose high, following the sweet, piping notes produced by the musical instruments around. After such a lilting, everyone toke a break, david sat on a chair, holding the lyrics for the new song in his hands. He saw a shadow approaching him, revealing his only cheerful boss. "Oh hey Mr. Blondie!! How are you in this lovely day!" "Hello david! Just checking on my young talented singer! How is the new song going?" "Its going great! Im just reading the lyrics again now!" "Thats good!...you know david...have you ever thought about how much the children love your jokey voice?" "Oh! Thats intresting...im sure everybody enjoy listening to it!" "Yea! they do....have you ever felt some...connections...to jokey?" "Connections? Mmmm well...I do feel that we both share a good love for the stage and thrilling the audience! along with the love to asssist other people and spread some optimism in the air!" "Thats beautifull!...Have you ever considered before...becoming this star that all those kids appresciate?" "That...looks pretty Mr. Blondie! But what do you mean?" His boss began to equivocally chuckle, it was low but icy, wasnt like his usual gleeful ones that gave an auditory hug, but david overlooked that, remaining unruffled till the answer. "David. Can you come with me for a while?" "Sure thing! But..what about the new song?" "Dont worry! It can be done in another time! now follow me!" They both left the recording room, the animator leading the ginger boy across the studio, while on their little trip to the unknown room they are walking to, david catched from away a sight of henry, tommy and norman talking together until a rueful rob drew near them, starting a conversation. David didnt mean to eavesdrop anyone, but their high voices did reach his ear. "Guys! Have any of you heared ANYthing lately about harriet? I cant find her anywhere! She didnt come to work and she is not at her home! I called her many times but she doesnt reply! Im really so scared..." rob vented, the three told him thag they didnt see her too. David felt sorry for the fellow worker, hoping that harriet is alright and will be back soon. He looked forward, though he only saw blondie back and his wheelchair, he could feel that he is trying to ignore something, he may have heard a little of the talking out there, maybe he feels sad too? But david was in his mind for a bit, wasnt aware of the time until he sensed that blondie stopped moving. This is when he noticed he is in an unrecognizable area he didnt see before, maybe this was a new place that got built recently?, " Here we are david!!" In front of both was a dark long way of stairs, it was only one storey up, just like one of those half open basemant stariecases. David knew not both will be able to clmib this, he was ready to push that wheelchair up, he looked at blondie concerned, whom just returned a grin. "Dont worry about me! I have my own ways for climbing those!" David didnt really get it, but he just let it go and left blondie to use to his own way, watching him in every step making sure he wont be close to any harm.

Dont ask how blondie climbed the stairs, he just did. that was a really narrow hall they were both in, in front of them a wooden door, blondie toke out his keys and opened it, only for both to be greeted by. "Finally!! Where Were ya!!" an angry wallaby yelled, looking as if he lost patience, it seems blondie was late to whatever meeting they should have done earlier, the room wasnt so small, almost looks like a little hallway with a wall at the end. The view was...tensed, it was a dark room with only a little bulb barley lighning it, orange colored light struggling to penetrate the darkness in thin thread rays. It was almost as if candles were the ones giving the slight shine here. Wallaby, paul and murphy were there, standing near the sides of the walls, everyone in a specific place, two at the right wall and one at the left one, only a mile spearting each two. the menacing aura holding david in a tightening grip, why do blondie have such a grisly decorating tatse...He wasnt sure if entering this room is a safe idea. "Guys!! I Brought Our Last Guest!!" Blondie exclaimed in a chirpy tone, closing the door behind himm Last guest? What does he mean? "Can we PLEASE Finish This Now And Go out?" "Come on paul dont be such a killjoy! Enjoy the place!" "If you are telling us to enjoy this creepy atmosphere then I had lost all my faith in you." murphy sneered, clearly not comfortable or trusty with how this 'gathering' is going to end, nobody knows the goal behind it. "Come on David! Here! This Is Your Place!! Stay Still And Dont Move Ok?" Blondie said while putting david on a specific spot on the left wall. "Sure! Wont Move A Shoe!" David obeyed, blondie looked at him, but this time, although he had his usual smile that showed his white glowed teeth spreaded on his face, his eyes had shimmers with some inexplicable spite. "Everything is set~" He whispered this under his breath while walking to one of the corners, nobody heard that one. Three of the invited four toke a look at blondie whereas he was doing something uncanny at that distant corner. David turned at the person in front of him, which was paul. "Oh! hey Mr.Paul!" But being the tedious man he is, paul didnt respone, only focusing on the book on his hand, thats why wallaby seemed as if he was gabbling to himself. The young boy then looked to his right side and saw murphy, still keeping an eye at blondie in a suspicion, despite not understanding a thing from what he was doing, nobody can just fetch someone to a room like this without being not up to something. "So Guys! Why are we here?" "I Dunno david! Mr. Blondie just went to me and told me that I gotta get here cuz he needs me for somethin, well I dont see anything! All I do is just standing on dis here spot not movin a leg!! What about ya paul?" "I dont care I just came here so he can stop nagging me." " I came here after he told me that I can be a 'star' like jokey." "Wait you gonna be a star? Ooh! Thats why we standin on a star!" "What?!" Wallaby words strongly drived murphy attention, making him watch the ground, they all noticed it now, they are standing on 'stars' that are drawn on the floor. David felt inside him a very straied premonisition feeling that was telling him to move, he didnt understand it, why would his guts tell him to move away from a single drawing on the floor? He promised his boss he will stay still there....how could a star drawing hurt anyone? Since whe do drawing harm people? But no matter how much he tries to brush off that feeling, it feels like a stiff weigh was being held on his chest, it made him feel so sick, maybe he just needs to move because his legs hurt him? Yeh yeh thats just it. The cheeky lad toke one step only out of that star shape, he tried to persuad himself its his legs aching and not because of a sixth sense, and that was really something he should be thankful for because. "Guys! I think we gonna be a stars!" "Wallaby...I dont think this star shape is used fo-" "GOODBYE MATES!!"

And with a casted spell and a flash of an eye, everybody was drowned with an unknown colorful sticky liquid that fully covered them, gluing them to the ground. Expect David, who fell down to the ground aspect with a horrible fear that rised behind his eyes from the grisly vision that immediately happend.

Blondie Stood there, watching him in enmity.

Blondie turned around, only to be so bothered by seeing the surviver. "Oh it seems I missed a shot! Im going to fix this~" The words had deserted david, the color quickly drained from his face, a cold wave embalmed him and his mouth ran dry, sweat poured down his body, Heart began to hammer against his chest, every muscle in his body shouted at him to flee. To escpae this imminent threat. He hurried to the door, using every little cell of power left to open it, but no matter how much he quickly moves the handle in fright, the door didnt open, oh yes, blondie locked it. Seeing no hope, he knocked on it so expeditiously and hardly, trying not to make his words stumbled, begging for someone outside to hear him. "HEEEEELLLP!!! HELP ME!!! PLEASE!!! ANYBODY OUT THERE?!?!? PLEASE HELP ME!!" "Come on David, why so nervous?" Blondie snickered from behind him, his voice hinting he is oncoming, his tone ringing in a sick icy way, sending chimes ringing in david ears, but he kept screaming for a rescue, he was not frightened nor afraid, he was beyond such mere nouns, he was going crazy, his boater hat fell from his head, it only reminded of how much he wants his family NOW in this profound situation, he just wanted to go back to them again, stay with his father marley at home and go to beach together or golf or car or wherever his father wants to go, staying in his parents arms was all what he desired, he would never wish anything anymore after this. He could no longer control his hands they were shaking in an odd trembling rhythm, his legs collapsed underneath him, teeth chattering in fear, He slid down the door, bringing his knees up to his chest.

"I-I-I-I-I-I D-D-DONT UNDERSTAND!!!!!!"

"You dont understand? I hated you! Im who created jokey! He was my friend since the childhood! My friend since the start!! But you! I saw every little detail I gifted him in you! You were perfect, perfect for him, more perfect than me! Now that I had a studio of my own, I wanted him to be alive! I reached my wish by the help of you all, by animating and presenting him to all the children around the world, they loved him, just like me! But lately, I didnt feel that I made this dream come true yet...how can a cartoon character offset me of a friend who always stayed by my side that I cant make real! But now I found a second chance, a second chance to revive him, to this reality. Thats it! Thats the chance! By using some souls to bring those stunning characters and that convival cartoony world I created to reality...that was always my biggest dream...and whats a better chance than to have the voice actor whom I influenced the traits for the children 'star' right at my hand~ People will love you david~"

Blondie was right, if david dyed his hair black and wore some cheeks make up, he could exactly like a real life jokey, but who would need a cheap costume when you can bring jokey himself to reality. David recalled the times when he sometimes thought uncle harry may have been a little overprotective of him. He thought his uncle needs to ease a bit, nothing so dangerous will happen for him. Now, he regret thinking this, and wants him to overprotect him forever and ever. Fear became a tangible, living force that crept over him like some hungry beast, immobilizing him and his brain, holding him a captive and took control of his entire body, Shadows and echoes play on his senses warping shapes and sounds. That outlandish substance already reached his legs, his life flashed before his eyes and he ushered his bright unearthly ones shut.

Yeb, this is the angel end.

#brueklynn #blondie rodgers #wallaby wallstone #david angel #murphy hillsborugh

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You sanity. Part 6

NO ONE BELONG TO ME ALL BELONG TO ONLY @brueklynn I OWN NOTHING. Finale part yay.

Everyone stood dead in their places, palsied they didnt move, questioning themselves if this reality, no human had ever seen such a view, disorientation was a given. Henry was numbed with disbelief and trepidation, Was there is anything possible to help his mind hang onto? WHAT IS HAPPENING TO HIS PARTNER?!? He snapped out his placidety, running so precipitately to reach those stairs and go up the stage, without even knowing what will he do. But he stopped in the half of his way when he saw a tizzy reaction from the transformed animator when getting approached, somebody should help him to pull himself way now. Blondie face closed in a grimace, skin pallid and clammy, long sharp horns and spiky tail started to form. He screamed, not like one of those guys in some horror movie being tortured, but worse. It had a raw quality, the realness of a person consumed by a pain that knew no end or limit. Then he would go quiet, just panting. He felt his limbs dont belong to him anymore. each move is a negotiation rather than an order. Everything hurts now. Every single thing. unmanageable pain increasing in waves, small lulls giving false hope of an end. Each peak robs his ability to speak, sends him crashing to the bare boards. Its as though his blood has became acid, intent of destroying him from the inside out. All he can do is writhe, the occasional whimper escaping to echo off the walls. Every here and then his beating comes down from exhuation, seconds later it races at tremendous speeds, there was a point where everything stopped. Pain sears through his body better than a branding iron, his mind conceding to the torment, unable to bring a thought to completion. All of this, felt like eternity of brutal agony. The pain would be with him until the end. Who knew a human body could bare all this? He screamed until he had no voice to keep doing so. Then he felt his mind being taken away, no...he was being taken away from his body, he could feel it, just like a soul leaving a dying person, his mind was taken away from reality, only reamining this ruthless form his body had became behind him. Thats it, no more smiles, no more laughter, no more jokey, no more dad, no more henry.

And he very much wished he had the chance to say goodbye.

When everyone noticed their boss calmed down and his formidable pain wearing off after this fanciful sufferance, they started reaching to him carefully, but when he left his eyes, everyone knew it, these are not the same blue shiny eyes everybody knew, this is not blondie anymore. Those are the lucidly eyes of malice that doest belong to him. The transformation was slow and unsteady, he transitioned from a normal human to a violence forming rage and finally a destructive demon. That devil who had taken him over looked so hazardous. but was resistant to attack yet had the strength of many men. Instead, he flyed, leaving everybody to accurately keep an eye on every move he does in the air.

What they didnt expect is that this demon policy was to demolish the roofs on their heads.

All started to to scream in fear, racing out of the gathering room to find the exit of the studio, making a lot squeezing each other at the doorway of the room, everyone holding for dear life, wanting to escape before their doom. Yet when the whole crowd reached the exit, they saw the demon there...flying atop of the door for their way out. The only explaination left is that his wings can fly faster than their feet. Nobody dared to try and walk under the shadow of this destructive demon, his smile made of pure evil, eyes full of sick surge of glee

"Blondie!! Please!! This ISNT You!! I Dont Know what Had Possessed You!! But You have to listen To me!! Joseph Come BACK TO US, JOSEPH PLEASE-"

Everyone including a pleading devastated henry moved back in panic when the ceiling ruins rammed the floor foreground. Trying to gather in a safe space. Expect jeff who tried in full purity to bring back his dear brother to his sane, but getting under or near a demon is never a good idea...jeff friends didnt know whether to decide if he is a good Benefactor or just purely stupid. "HEY BRO! What are you doing up there?! Come one dude!! you have refresh a b-" he was putting his hands togeter like an amplifier. Looking at the demon up there until rob ran to his side and grabbed his arm forcibly before any broken things from everywhere smash them, taking him back to their safe place. "Hey!-" "ARE YOU NUTS?!?" And there in the back of that area, was a normal rough argument from someone to the trumpeter. The staff kept watching every little flip that demon wings do, they are all trapped here, waiting for a good opportunity to come and a way to escape this nightmare, well they better come with a plan instead before their end...but when they heard monroe laughing in the back with malicious glee and triumph, everybody reached with him their full peaks.

"You monster...WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO MY HUSBAND?!??!"

"Nothing, i just freed his inner strength, thats all~"

If it wasnt for the fact of how a demon is going to knock them out any second and his massive anxiety for what his partner in terror had became, henry would have wiped monroe face off. But first he have to survive not getting crushed under the wrecks.

#brueklynn #blondie rodgers #henry rodgers #monroe gooder #jeff jericho

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Your sanity. Part 5

ALL CHARACTERS BELONG TO ONLY @brueklynn I OWN NOTHING.

If today isnt the worst day in Blondie life he dont know what other day will be. Monroe toke his place on the stage at the speech desk microphone since blondie was insecure to do it after the conflicts he had caused, staying at the back of the stage watching what is inside monroe head. Henry down there trying to take back control of the situation. "Everybody Everybody, why so mad?~" Those words, surprisingly, made everybody stop fighting and drive their attention to the new guy on the stage, Who is that? "My name is monroe gooder, if you know me im the environment agent" when half the group heard the name "gooder" every face swiveled around to look at jim, even blondie. The storyboarder just wanted the ground to swallow him and never turn him back. "Here you see, your loser boss who couldnt save you and this company" Everyone was so quiet, blondie sat there on diabelief, did someone just make fun of him in front of all his workers?! Henry was so annoyed with that environment man. "I like the mess you all done here, great job-" "Booo!! Get outta the stage Moron monro!!" "Shut UP BANJOAS*!! You better hear me out before you g-" monroe stopped talking when he saw one of the people on the crowd rising his hand. "Can I ask a question?" "No" "How exactly are you going to save the studio?" Isaac asked him, wondering how all those financial issues will be fixed by that new guy who give them a boring speech. "Who said im going to save this stupid place? Im just here to comfort you one last time~" that only made a surging perplexity to everyone. Blondie wanted to tell monroe to move back, to leave his friends alone, but that odd feeling inside him just started to...grow..Monroe looked at him in deep thoughts that reflected on his merciless eyes, oh no....."Are you seeing this blondie? Your whole studio is coming to an end, everyone you hired will have no assistance in life after this. Your whole world is shattered, just like your heart in disarray of pieces. Come on blondie...Let it all out, the wrath, the hate, the pain, the malice~ show them all what you have been through, show them all mischief and devilry teach them how they should truly be treated, you are a proper establishment of evil or sinister intentions, show them those sinful activities so that you have a rightful claim to their immortal essence. Every action we take is a new discovery, and we continue making discoveries, this is a new discovery son...Give it all you have~" Monroe demanded, elatedly going back to that microphone afflicting those poor workers with damaging words.

Blondie couldnt take it anymore. He lost it.

gritted teeth from effort to remain silent, his hunched form exuded an animosity that was like acid, burning, slicing, potent, face was red with suppressed rage, anger would come like an impossible build up steam, burning him inside and out, ready to burn the one on the receiving end. Ready to burst with pain and fury, he decided to go all out on this felonious man. What kind of heart does he have?! Nothing!! He doesnt have one! He is heartless!! He was lost in that moment and the torment his brain was in. anyone could see it first in his eyes, then a tension of his muscles, an inability to think clearly soon followed.

But before he could take any single one of those steps he didnt feel.....alright...

He couldnt hear whatever monroe was saying anymore, only some indefinite vibrations of his venomous voice. Negative symptoms like nausea started to appear, his focus was diminishing, chest heaving violently. The world was a blur, random images seemed to float aimlessly around in the pool of his thoughts, as though they were being blown about viciously by a hurricane. He felt. Plethora...plethora of negative emotions being pumped in his veins. With the influx of negative emotions on his body his cells are infected, reprograming the others to create more infected cells, those extraneous cells overtaking him. He winced as he tried to order his hands to catch and move those wheels, he want to get off the stage now and go with henry to the nearest hospital, but he felt his muscles dont even act. Sharp pain lanced through his head, colorful spots flashed in front of his eyes, it felt like his whole body had been beaten and every movement caused some muscle or bone to ache, Regardless. This was the moment he fell of his wheelchair to stage floor hissing in pain.

Everyone stopped listening to monroe, their awareness only for blondie, what happend to him made them all so worried, he was sick with something unhandled, his natural golden skin has sunken in tone to something so lifeless it scares them just to look at him. Many people called his name, only being rewarded with a resounding crack of a broken ribs and gasps of immense pain. Then they saw it...his back...something coming out of it, his bones??! Nobody have an idea!! They all just stand there witnessing this terrible scene..something bigger than his bones was forming, so vigorous, so tapered, so dangerous, then it started to spread in the air.

ARE THOSE WINGS?!??! IS THEIR BOSS BECOMING A MONSTER?!??! WHAT IS HAPPENING?!??

His wings were dark red, like if they are Made entierly of coarse scales, they flapped threateningly with the power to strike a group of men in one hit. The bones were visible around the sides and similar to bat wings, only their veins stook out greatly in contrast, a large ivory spike on top, curved like an elongated shark tooth, the sight was hideous, only assosiated with images of the devil himself.

#brueklynn #monroe gooder #blondie rodgers #isaac lowe

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Your sanity. Part 4

NONE OF THE CHARACTERS BELONG TO ME, ONLY TO @brueklynn

Monroe looked down to the floor, premised under blondie legs, who didnt grasp what is exactly monroe looking at, until he also looked down at the wooden ground underneath from his wheelchair, nothing is there...Narrowing his eyes to see better, he did catch a glane of something...some weakly red lines drawn on the floor, was that a red chalk? He didnt care, deepening on them, he observed they are arranged on a shape, a triangle? No, it was a part of a another shape, a drawing? Blondie looked around him to see more of that shape that is sketched below him, it looked similiar

Was that pentageram?

instantly its lines started to illuminate, dark sparkling Lighting ignited from them and started to emerge in intensity, surrounding poor blondie who was completly paralized and horrified in place of what is just ocurring, he was in the middle of a pentageram, satanic magic being performed on him, going to do something unimaginable. How couldnt he see this was all a trick?! He couldnt take any action or speak any word, he wanted to scream, but his voice faded. Fear overcame him. Glisten of cold sweat covering his face, every hair on his body bristled, breathing in and out but air wouldnt enter his lungs. His brain had totally shut down, not processing a thing of what is happening, eyes are as wide as if something was coming to deliver the fatal blow. That was a living nightmare. What is going to happen to him now!!

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!??!"

that dusky blazed lightning like flames prevented him from seeing monroe clearly, only his distant figure in a black shadow, who stood more still than the mossy statue in the heart of the graveyard and just as cold.

"Relax~ im just freeing you from your father curse, it will only take one, little, unessential thing from you~"

"WHAT IS IT?!??!"

"Your sanity"

Blondie didnt understand and didnt care to do. He forcefully shut his eyes, wrapping his arm around his head for protection, waiting for that unnatural magic to harm him, to consume him, waiting for the end.

Minutes passed, the end didnt come. Blondie felt everything so...quiet, he opened his eyes only to see...the same room? everything was back to normal...no peculiar lightning, no obscure flames, no satanic magic. Everything just like he entered, even monroe still standing there. Blondie looked around, checking the surroundings, then looked at his hands, his body, his wheelchair, nothing changed on him, he is all ok...Monroe chuckled as usual. "See? Nothing hurted~" but before the dazed animator could move any bone of his body, they both heard rapid steps tapping hardly the wooden floor outside the hallway, the sound approaching them louder each moment, and out of the blue, there slid on the doorway a tall worried man panting hardly who eased when he saw who is insied the room. "Blondie!" He screamed the blonde name, obtaining his attention. "And you! Arent you who came to me before asking about blondie and left me to oddly run after jim?!" Monroe just nodded "Now blondie, shouldnt we go and calm the mess up your stage?" That only made blondie realize how much time he spent talking to monroe and how there is still an angry crowd strangling each other out there. He had enough rest, he must stop them now. Henry ignored monroe and went behind blondie to push his wheelchair out the room, monroe casually following them. On their way to that inverted meeting room, the hallway was so empty, only monroe babble and their footsteps resonance was there. Blondie being pushed by his man did help soothe him but he felt so...different, those exotic rituals didnt affect him or his appearance but...he felt something strange...something is not right. his insides were in a chaos. A mess. Something was bothering him. Something was hurting him. Something ached inside him. Something felt so wrong, so invalid but blondie couldnt tell what. He tried to pin point the cause for this unexplained feeling but failed. He tried to reason this unbearable burning within him but didnt find any. it was a new feeling he never felt his whole life, until now. He felt...unsafe? That he is unguarded?...like if there was a hidden protector that was constantly with him that got...vanished. like a hidden spell on him had been broken, something unvisible was taken away from him, he wished so hard he could put a finger on it, but he cant reach it. That even made him more miserable, his brain cells have been randomized. No matter how much he tried to shrug it off, he felt like something within is trying to...get out? like a pure malice? It was trying to shift...he cant stay cohesve. Everything was so right it was wrong, everything felt so confused, just like a jumbled set of a puzzle, a puzzle that blondie didnt know how to solve.

#brueklynn #monroe gooder #henry rodgers #blondie rodgers

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Your sanity. Part 3

ALL THE CHARACTERS BELONG TO @brueklynn I OWN NOTHING.

Monroe started to leave the spot where he was standing and began walking back and forth around the room in slow soft steps "You see blondie...Did anybody told you before that you are special? Different than everyone! Like me~" he said putting a hand on his chest proudly. "You are a prodogy blondie! This is why I am here...To help you be capable of your full potential~" Blondie sighed again, gracefully hanging his head down while closing his dull eyes...The shine in them never returned. It seems as if all the life and light had left his face. It could just seems empty. He didnt dream his dreams anymore. He didnt want anything anymore, nothing mattered because he felt hopeless. He wanted to convience himself that he is fine, everything is fine, even with slightest quiver in his voice, but no matter how much he keeps repeating it. Nothing will be fine and wont ever be. "Monroe.....I am not a prodigy or whatever you want to call me...my studio is now in crumbs...henry arduous work for both of us is entirely gone...all my workers efforts are gone....I let everyone down...Im only a failure..." "Yes you are" Blondie was surprised...well he didnt expect for someone to reject the reidicule he called himself, but he didnt see that someone would actually agree with him about it...now that only ranked his self esteem even more down, if there is even a worse place than where he is already. "monroe...Why are you here exactly?.....what is it that makes you go after me?...." blondie doesnt get a thing, monroe came to a man who just lost his studio and his pals, his dreams, his plans, his future. What is SO special about him that attracts monroe? Perhaps its his deformed leg...or how he was so careless about all the issues happening around him until now, or how he is here talking to a random man in a random room. or how he successfully failed in a children business... Monroe ceased his wandering in the room... vaguely returning back to his previous place to face the blue eyes boy, this time only some centimeters seperate them, blondie was waiting for the answer, but monroe... just stood there in static, heavy lidded eyes only full of malevolence and slag. Heavy lidded eyes only full of malevolence and slag, a killing stare Anchoring its attention to the face of the once dreamer. His smirk, shrewd and malignancy. That robot face was frozen over like the surface of a winter puddle. Like if he had been waiting for this moment since forever. creeping blondie though only an Angry gaze sliced as an expression. The position stayed like this, the two Unrelentngly staring at each other, no sound disturbing them, until monroe finally spoke words that will forever be etched in blondie memory.

" your demons "

#brueklynn #monroe gooder #blondie rodgers

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Your sanity. Part 2

ALL THE CHARACTERS BELONG TO @brueklynn I OWN NOTHING.

Blondie couldnt believe his eyes anymore.

Inside that room there was someone. A man, just standing there, arms behind back, looking as if he was patiently waiting for the blonde boss to arrive here.

Blondie could have swore he saw him once before, that reminded him of that fishy sensation he felt on one of those days before the affairs toke place. there is a familiarity to him he just cant shake, echoes that call to his intuition. But why is there is a random man inside one of the studio rooms exactly?! He was trying hardly to recognize him, he do feel he saw him before once....after moments of confusion, he finally remembered. pointing a sharp finger to the man inside. "YOU!!! You Are The Man With The Smug aura Who Wanted To Visit Me For My Dad Business!!" "My name is monroe, and yes, its me again~" blondie was unaware of the many reasons leading him to be here, he stood at the room door enterance with eyes widened, why is he here again?! "B-But....H-How did you get inside here?..." "Next time, I suggest you to have better security guards~" blondie didnt understand monroe meaning at first, making him more confused than before, he started to contemplate a little in monroe words. then finally understood. "oh my god...Elowen!!!" He shouted under his breath, mentally facepalming himself at the guard fatuity. Then he sighed, it was a softly deflating one, but he felt that it left him with a melancholy instead of relief. Monroe isnt here for no reason, blondie just had a break down on stage and loat dominance over all the stuff, now he have to deal with whatever farcical proplem this arrogant guy in his face have. "*sigh*....so....what did my father do to you this time....I already talked with him ab-" "Im not here for your father blondie. " the young man lifted up his head in surprise. How could he possibly be here for another reason?! "What? Why are you here Then?!" Monroe didnt give any answer, with the same nefalious smile on his lips decoying the cold stone of his face, instead of speaking, he positioned one arm in front of him, beckoning the wheelchaired man as a sign to come over here. And for the third time, blondie was more confused. Again...monroe is really such a weird dude....he didnt know what exactly he should do, he just decided to move his wheelchair, entering the room to monroe way, but reaching him he heard a harsh "stop", forcing him to stop moving the wheelchair in a specific place, the distance between them is just very few meters. Blondie looked at him, eyebrows arched. Monroe chuckled strangely, then wickedly laughing over an unknown thing. when he finished, a devilsh grin splitted his face. Blondie blue eyes are muddled, his head is spining with more questions than answers, he doesnt comprehend a thing by any chance. Monroe smile curved like a scimitar, anchoring his attention on blondie again. "oooh little one~ have you Ever wondered how your father lost both his ring fingers?~ "that ask intrested blondie, his father didnt care a lot about how many fingers on his head, and wasnt scared to show or use them in front of anybody. Blondie didnt like to ask him how he lost them. But his curiosity pursued him to do so when he was younger. "Yes, he told me he lost them in a dreadful accident." That only made monroe laugh again, blondie havung no idea how is this funny to anyone, and that was really upsetting him. "Oh blondie...I cant believe that some dads have the heart to lie to their children~" "WHAT?! My Dad Never Lie To Me!!" Blondie affirmed, very raved with what the loathsome man just claimed about his dear father. "oooh But he did~ You have to know the bitter truth kid, didnt your father ever tell you about how he he recklessly sarficed his dumb fingers for the sake of you? However, you should be really grateful for that~" While blondie didnt understand a word, he refused to believe anything this cruel man spits, his father is rational man who knows more than this! Though this does sound like something he would do....NO! All of these are just absurd rumors! Monroe is just distorting the truth! He wished he could tell him to just stop and go away, to lock him in this room and leave him in isolation and regret, thats why he is here from the first place. but he cant help it now.

#brueklynn #monroe gooder #blondie rodgers

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Your sanity. Part 2

ALL THE CHARACTERS BELONG TO @brueklynn I OWN NOTHING.

Blondie couldnt believe his eyes anymore.

Inside that room there was someone. A man, just standing there, arms behind back, looking as if he was patiently waiting for the blonde boss to arrive here.

Blondie could have swore he saw him once before, that reminded him of that fishy sensation he felt on one of those days before the affairs toke place. there is a familiarity to him he just cant shake, echoes that call to his intuition. But why is there is a random man inside one of the studio rooms exactly?! He was trying hardly to recognize him, he do feel he saw him before once....after moments of confusion, he finally remembered. pointing a sharp finger to the man inside. "YOU!!! You Are The Man With The Smug aura Who Wanted To Visit Me For My Dad Business!!" "My name is monroe, and yes, its me again~" blondie was unaware of the many reasons leading him to be here, he stood at the room door enterance with eyes widened, why is he here again?! "B-But....H-How did you get inside here?..." "Next time, I suggest you to have better security guards~" blondie didnt understand monroe meaning at first, making him more confused than before, he started to contemplate a little in monroe words. then finally understood. "oh my god...Elowen!!!" He shouted under his breath, mentally facepalming himself at the guard fatuity. Then he sighed, it was a softly deflating one, but he felt that it left him with a melancholy instead of relief. Monroe isnt here for no reason, blondie just had a break down on stage and loat dominance over all the stuff, now he have to deal with whatever farcical proplem this arrogant guy in his face have. "*sigh*....so....what did my father do to you this time....I already talked with him ab-" "Im not here for your father blondie. " the young man lifted up his head in surprise. How could he possibly be here for another reason?! "What? Why are you here Then?!" Monroe didnt give any answer, with the same nefalious smile on his lips decoying the cold stone of his face, instead of speaking, he positioned one arm in front of him, beckoning the wheelchaired man as a sign to come over here. And for the third time, blondie was more confused. Again...monroe is really such a weird dude....he didnt know what exactly he should do, he just decided to move his wheelchair, entering the room to monroe way, but reaching him he heard a harsh "stop", forcing him to stop moving the wheelchair in a specific place, the distance between them is just very few meters. Blondie looked at him, eyebrows arched. Monroe chuckled strangely, then wickedly laughing over an unknown thing. when he finished, a devilsh grin splitted his face. Blondie blue eyes are muddled, his head is spining with more questions than answers, he doesnt comprehend a thing by any chance. Monroe smile curved like a scimitar, anchoring his attention on blondie again. "oooh little one~ have you Ever wondered how your father lost both his ring fingers?~ "that ask intrested blondie, his father didnt care a lot about how many fingers on his head, and wasnt scared to show or use them in front of anybody. Blondie didnt like to ask him how he lost them. But his curiosity pursued him to do so when he was younger. "Yes, he told me he lost them in a dreadful accident." That only made monroe laugh again, blondie havung no idea how is this funny to anyone, and that was really upsetting him. "Oh blondie...I cant believe that some dads have the heart to lie to their children~" "WHAT?! My Dad Never Lie To Me!!" Blondie affirmed, very raved with what the loathsome man just claimed about his dear father. "oooh But he did~ You have to know the bitter truth kid, didnt your father ever tell you about how he he recklessly sarficed his dumb fingers for the sake of you? However, you should be really grateful for that~" While blondie didnt understand a word, he refused to believe anything this cruel man spits, his father is rational man who knows more than this! Though this does sound like something he would do....NO! All of these are just absurd rumors! Monroe is just distorting the truth! He wished he could tell him to just stop and go away, to lock him in this room and leave him in isolation and regret, thats why he is here from the first place. but he cant help it now.

#brueklynn #monroe gooder #blondie rodgers

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Your sanity (another little sequel to "impressive?") Part 1

ALL THE CHARACTERS BELONG TO ONLY @brueklynn I OWN NOTHING!!!!

NONE of that is canon guys!! This is ALL ideas from my mind! You can this as uhhh....idk? An AU? yeh yeh an AU! This one is soo tall i split it into two parts! enjoy if you only can thx XD

This is the worst day that blondie ever had.

He is lost and have no idea what to do anymore.

When he first started this industry, he had the biggest smile on his face. He had big dreams, big ambitions, big plans, big future. His goal was to make a cartoon, an enchanting cartoon, with his and henry unique combination of artistic abilities and creativity, a one that can make all the children enthusiasm for, attracting them for its convivial colors and humorous characters. He just wanted those children happiness just like he do for others, he wanted everyone around to smile. And everything went so great since the start!! The belief pioneer studio made a popular cartoon that kids from diffrent ages and nations watch, laughters and giggles were heard everywhere, every child was eagerly looking forward to see a new jokey episode!! There were a lot of positive feedbacks. Even the jokey characters were sometimes used to entice consumers to purchase a product or service. All of this was like he and henry had placed their own signature in the world of animation. All the success blondie testified made him strongly believe that the future is going go be even brighter! and the jokey lagecy will still continue ahead.

But now everything is falling apart in his hand.

It seems that the once flourished studio is now having some....financial issues.....most employees didnt earn their full payment, a lot of jokey episodes were not even finished in the specific deadlines. Despite all the overwork, exaggerated demands on the workers to approach the deadlines, beside their longer work schedule, none of those large economic conditions have been helped yet. Were they suffering through low and potentially negative profits?? They dont really know. The companies that receive the cartoon episodes went extremely furious with what the studio was doing, warning it many times from being so tardily, but the delay didnt stop. With one last alert being given if they are late in the production again......that couldnt get worse right? Wrong, when the last potential financial backer abruptly pulled out, henry and blondie knew that they are only left with one more left option.

Close down the studio.

Blondie worst nightmare.

It was almost 6 pm. Insted of the employees working hardly inside their offices for the new episode. Every single one of them, even henry, was standing in a large group inside a big lighted room. The room was good, as if its designed to inspire confidence and allay apprehension. In front of them a small stage with a speeck desk on it, as a well as a microphone. Almost everyone was worridly talking together, so confused about why they are here and what they are waiting for. Seemingly, they have been called for a current meeting, with their boss, blondie, sitting with his wheelchair on the stage, touching the microphone, which resulted an echo that stopped everyone from talking. All eyes focusing to that speach desk, everyone prepared to impatiently hear what is on their head animator mind this time....

" Hello every fellow fella! Today we are all gathered to have a little discuss here! I do know how you all feel lately....too much tasks...too much stress...too much proplems...too much uncaring...and too much blocks...I want you to know that we all have been doing so amazing since the start of the producing! We made a joyful cartoon and brilliant characters that charmed the eyes and the minds! Entered the many hearts of many little souls! And thats guys...means this is not the end! We shouldnt stop here! We still have a long vibrant path in front of us to carry on! We must continue those marvelous creations! We shouldnt stop now by any chance!....but...the owners here may be unable to improve their company operations or repay the external financing .......if we, the studio crew, are not able to bring back the financial stability here........im afraid guys we will have to do the worst.....

close down everything!......."

Once the studio workers realized what their boss words meant. Everyone strongly gasped.

Shouted "WHAT's" are heard every here and there, nobody believed it! everyone turned to the next person to them talking horrifically about what the boss just stated! Creating a very boisterous noise in the whole room, the whole crowd was so shocked about what is going to happen to their beloved studio. Yes, they did know about the econmical downturns that occured with the company, along with the constant pressure that was placed on them. But closing the belief pioneer studios didnt cross their minds. Isaac turned around behind him to look at grant, who was just standing there with hands behind back, a straight and glazed look at his face, the doctor was looking at his father for an answer to the statments blondie just said. "We pulled out of funding son. " oh, What are they going to do now?

"Everyone! calm down! Calm down!" " Calm down?!? YOU Are Telling Us To Calm Down in This Situation?!? " Samuel yelled loudly among the crowd, clearly he isnt having any of this, he was so mad! "Jeez! Calm down lemon man!" Mike teasingly said to the music director, disturbed by his sudden agitation. " WHO ARE YOU CALLING A LEMON MAN?!??! " now samuel is even more annoyed. "Am I Talking To The Wall Behind You?!?!? OFCOURSE I AM TALKING TO YOU! " "HOW DARE YOU!! YOU-" "Ok!OK! Thats Enought you two!!" Murphy was in the middle of the two musicans, pushing both hands over each person to stop those two from fighting over some ludicrous thing. "Guys guys! chill out!! Im going to try and find every solution we have to fix this! " Blondie spoke, trying to throw some optimist into the air. " Yeah guys, insted of complaining about the issues that are being dropped by us, we should stay next to blondie in what goes by to gain back the steadiness for the studio, dont give up!" Henry said calmly, trying to convience the employees to assist in these complicated proplems and team up in helping gather a solution. " It Is SO Easy For You To Say This!! YOU Are the Co-Founder Of This Place!! OF COURSE You will NOT Want It To Fall Down!! While Me! A Fellow Employee!! Did NOT Even Get Paid For My Whole Work Yet!!" It seems that samuel had pulled some second thoughts on several people heads. " Henry Is RIGHT Samuel!! We shouldnt just stand there doin nothin leavin Mr. blondie to face all these massive affairs alone! We should stand next to him and support settling a conclution! " wallaby uttered agreeing with henry, walking next to him as if he joined his side. " stand there doing nothing? So All the pressure and tension we went through, was nothing at all? " grant was calm a moment ago, but if anyone report that all what they did was just watching the studio fail then he not gong to stand there and stare. "I agree with wallaby guys, I understand those matters had put us through a lot, but we are one family and should helo each other in times of need. " murphy said walking next to wallaby and lay a hand on his shoulder, smiling at him, to which wallaby returned back. "Well IF You Three Want To Help Blondie That Bad Then Do It ALONE! I Am NOT Taking Part In Any Of Those Stupid Packs!! And Thats Until I Get MY Freaking Payment!! "The british man clarified while crossing his hands irritated, opposing blondie proponents. " I CANT Believe Im actually saying this...but for the first time....Samuel is Right...." Mike said stepping next to the blonde man, who didnt change his sullen look. Short after, apparently the large crowd in the room had split into two groups, like if it is group henry and group samuel. Sadly, group henry dont seam to be as big as the other one....what is even worse? The two groups started to ferociously lash out at each, fighting for who is wrong and right, with only a very few people that didnt join in any of the groups trying to interrupt the two from attacking each other, but their weak voices are nothing compared to the raucous voices of roars from both groups.

" GuysGuysGuys!!!! Please STOP!!! This ISNT RIGHT!!!!" david panicked trying to reach both his hand as a failed attempt to cool down someone from this crazy chaos. He made a few steps trying to get inside the mess before a strong hand on his shoulder pulled him back to his place, he turned around to see harry shaking his head a 'no'. "But uncle!!! They Are Going To Tear Each Other Apart Soon!! If We Dont Do Som-" "I know, this is exactly why we cant just jump in the fight, we will be torn apart too " "B-But uncle! This Is Going To Get Wors-" "We Cant Go there for our safety david. " With the last sentence david looked down... giving up in helping...watching in sorrow his co-workers yelling aggresively at each other. while isaac, grant and a frightend jim walked next to them, observing the sad moment together...

But where was blondie when all of that was happening??

Simple. He was still there.

But why didnt he do ANYTHING to stop those angry people?? Blondie wanted, he really wanted to stop all of this. But....he wanted a break, he wanted the world to stop for a minute and see no move, no sound, only see everything in stop motion. He was tired, tired not only in needing sleep, but he knew that he is tired from a wearing of the emotions too. it comes together with a tired body, and become an ingrained part of a life that isnt lived, but survived, endured. he thinks he wasnt born for this. he wasnt born to face this challenge, the challenge of opening a company. he is drained, stressed, too thin to cope with life storms. He needs a medecine, dancing, playing games, laughter, long evenings of happy chatter with henry, this is his medicine, looking at the scene of those poor people in front of him reminded him of how he had no control over anything and everything...he know gets it...the studio closing down cause of poor managment...he was the reason then...he was the one to blame... this is their doom.

His very presence exemplified the epitome of shame. His moral compass had once again lead his heart to the depth of darkness. longed for hope that perched in the soul and sang the tune without words. But he was sure that hope is no longer here. Henry worked so hard for him to help acoomplish their aspirations, yet now... blondie let him down...all henry good work will be.....gone, blondie second voice chastised. The fun, the friendships, the smiles. Such a Good times, he misses them. He rememberes when everything was ok. and he was just hanging with his new friends, his colleagues, all of them were his buddies. His parents worked hard for him, never wasting a drop of sweat seaking their son happiness. Now, he is their failure. So many people are afraid of failure they dont even try, but blondie wasnt one of them. Instead, he tried to find a beatfic desire in running after his own gaze , his own dreams. Today, he wish he joined those who believed they were not capable of what they want to achieve. It seemed unfair that no matter how much he strived to be the man his conscience wanted him to be, it would keep taunting him with his failures. Each time the regrets reemerged he would diligently analyze it again, hoping that this time his mind would be satisfied with his self professed remorse, but it never was. Like an unforgiving spectre, it will be back tomorrow to haunt him all over again. His mind could no longer find solace in isolation here on the lonely stage, he catched the two wheels of his wheelchair, rotating it as fast as he can to get down this stage and flee away with having no trace of view.

Henry wasnt really fighting anyone, insted he was stuck in this angry crown trying abortively to cool down the maniac shambles, but suddenly noticed the long enterance hall of the room, he saw a fast wheelchair, and knew exactly who is this......

" Blondie!!! "

He screamed for his partner, but he already knows blondie wont hear him, he is too late, Pushing everyone of the crowd out of his face, he ran as fast as he can to catch up with the desperate animator, before he arrive at that extended hallway end. Henry was out of breath when he finally arrived to that long hall end, putting his hands on his knees and breathing, but again. HeHe was late, he looked up to see the huge room that the hallway connects with that meeting room. There are three other corridors here, which means that henry have a LONG way to search for blondie in every one of those three corridors...

Blondie almost felt he was going to cry, sniffs could be head from him, he was alone now, away from every sound. He doesnt know where he is going, he just moves with his wheelchair like a lost person in an abandoned building, he saw a a single room without a locked door and decided to step inside and lock himself there, the whole burden of thw studio issues could be felt on both his back and heart, seems that his leg isnt the inly broken thing here...his eyes were downcast, his soft Whimperings are audible, he was ruined. But when he looked up inside the room he was entering.....he saw a very unexpected thing there...

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