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baconsoupforthesoul · 5 years

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The Ink Demonth- Day 19- Sick

Lovesick

A/N: I’ve been writing a bunch of angst lately, so I wrote something fluffier this time. It’s another one-shot based off Monochrome Madness before Henry leaves the studio cause I can’t get enough of that au. The Monochrome Madness au belongs to the incredible @inkspottie and I hope you all enjoy~

Henry stared blurry-eyed at the drawing on his desk. His head swayed back and forth like a metronome. Occasionally his eyes would slowly shut before Henry jerked in his seat and shook himself in a feeble attempt to stay awake. Of course, it had to be today, it was just his luck. Henry was used to being tired, working non-stop for Joey Drew Studios made a person used to that fairly quickly. No, the thing that had Henry worried was the heat radiating off of his forehead, the itch in the back of his throat, and the number of tissues he’d gone through in the last hour. Henry shivered despite his fever and turned away from his drawing to cough. It had taken him weeks to convince Joey to give him the afternoon off today, and it had taken Henry even longer to finally pick up the courage to ask Linda on a date.

Oh Linda, just the thought of her brought a dopey grin to Henry’s face. After meeting her while getting flowers for the studio’s grand opening, Henry couldn’t seem to get her out of his head. In that whole shop, she was the prettiest flower there, with a dazzling smile that left Henry feeling breathless every time he saw it. Henry was never the most sociable guy, and being around a woman as wonderful as Linda made his heartbeat uncomfortably fast, but he still found any excuse he could to visit the flower shop. He was a stuttering mess most of the time but Linda didn't seem to mind. She’d just giggle and smile at him as if his social shortcomings were enduring somehow. Usually, Henry would try to let Linda do the talking, as she was better at it than him and always had more to say. He could honestly listen to her talk about flowers for hours. She was so knowledgeable and her voice was cheerful and warm. It was like balm on Henry’s ears. After meeting her he had honestly bought more flowers from the shop then he knew what to do with, his apartment starting to overflow with them. It was only after he had turned his dwelling into a flower-filled jungle that he had finally managed to ask Linda out. He had never been more nervous in his life, barely getting the words out as he fidgeted with his bow tie and stared at the floor, unable to look Linda in the eye. And despite all of that, Linda had just laughed and said to him, “Took you long enough~.” Henry had been so relieved she said yes that he almost cried.

So now, he had an afternoon off and two tickets to the movies and a damn cold. Henry blew his nose again before going back to his drawing. It wasn’t that bad, he tried to reason as he almost coughed out a lung. He’d just have to push through it. He’d worked so hard to set up this date with Linda, he wasn’t about to let all that hard work go to waste. Besides, if he canceled on her now, who knows if she would agree to go out with him again. He was fine, he’d felt worse before. Henry’s started nodding off again, his whole body feeling heavy with exhaustion. He’d just have to… press… on…

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“Henry? Hey, Henry? Come on sleepyhead, ya gotta wake up.” Henry blinked slowly as he felt someone nudging him.

“Huh?” Henry’s voice came out hoarse as he lifted his head, his vision a little blurry.

“Finally.” Henry heard Wally heave a sigh next to him. “Ya sleep like the dead, ya know that?” Henry turned towards the janitor who was giving him a concerned look. “Ya doin’ alright Henry? Your face is all red, and I know I heard ya coughing up a storm earlier before you decided to use your desk as a pillow.”

“I’m fine.” Henry waved off his concerns before his eyes suddenly widened and he grabbed Wally by the shoulders. “Wait! What time is it?”

“Uh, I don’t know? You’re the one with the watch, Henry.” Wally pointed out.

Henry let go of Wally and looked down at his watch, his face going pale. “Oh shit! I’m late!” Henry shot out of his chair, but as soon as he was on his feet a wave of dizziness overtook him and his vision started going in and out. He stumbled forward and would have fell face first on the floor if Wally hadn’t steadied him.

“Easy there Henry,” Wally said as he tried to keep Henry upright. “Shit, Henry you’re really warm. Ya sure you’re not sick or somthin’?”

“I can’t be sick! I gotta get to my date with Linda!” Henry babbled as he regained his footing and started wobbling to the exit. Wally followed behind the animator, worried he was going to fall again.

“Henry, you really aren't lookin’ so good. I think datin’ should be the least of your worries right now,” Wally told him, looking more worried by the second as the animator still seemed out of it.

“I’ll be fine.” Henry insisted. “Oh man, I gotta hurry. I can’t leave Linda waiting.” Henry started to pick up speed as he grabbed his things. By the time he made it to the door, he flung it open and started running down the street towards the flower shop.

“Henry! Wait!” Wally called out to him, but Henry was already booking it, determined to make it to his date. Wally bit his lip as another person stepped up behind him.

“Something tells me this date isn’t gonna go well.” The sudden voice from behind him caused Wally to jump as he spun around to see Norman looking down the street where Henry had gone.

“Geez Norman! Ya scared me half to death there!” Wally complained to which Norman merely chuckled.

“That’s Henry for ya,” Norman continued. “Sicker than a dog and he still thinks he can take out this girl from the flower shop. Poor guy always seems to be worried about letting anyone down.”

“Yeah, he looked ready to pass out ta me,” Wally replied, crossing his arms. “I don’t think this girl he’s interested in is gonna want to go on a date with a man who’s liable to collapse at any moment.”

“Well, with the way he was running I’d say he’ll pass out once he makes it to the flower shop.” Norman guessed as he stepped out of the studio. “I’ll go after him. If Mr. Drew asks where I am, let em know I’ll be back as soon as I’m able.”

“Gotcha!” Wally gave Norman a friendly salute. As the other man walked off, Wally went back into the studio and commented to himself. “I wonder if Henry noticed the ink smudged all over his face?”

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By the time Henry made it to the flower shop he was completely out of breath. It wasn’t even that far from the studio but his lungs felt like they were on fire and his legs felt like jelly. He looked at his reflection in the shop window as saw that he had ink smudges on his cheek. Oh gosh, he was a mess. What would Linda think of him now, showing up to her shop late looking like a disheveled mess? Henry tried desperately to wipe the ink off his face as he adjusted his bow tie with his other hand. He was so focused on it that he failed to see Linda through the window as she walked up, startling him as she opened the door.

“Hello Henry,” She greeted him warmly. “I think you got a little something on your check there.” She smiled at him, trying to suppress a giggle. However, her radiant smile dropped from her face as she took in the rest of Henry’s appearance. “Are you feeling alright, Henry? You’re looking a little worse for the weather.”

“I-I’m fine.” Henry insisted again, before coughing harshly into his elbow.

“Oh Henry.” Linda’s voice went soft as she walked up to Henry and placed a hand on his forehead. “You’re burning up, and you look dead on your feet. Maybe we should do this when you’re feeling better?”

“No!” Henry exclaimed, sounding frantic. “I’m okay, really I am. It’s just a little cold. I promise I’m-” Dizziness suddenly overwhelmed him as he swayed on his feet. His vision blurred as he started seeing double.

“Henry!” Linda’s eyes widened as she reached out to steady him.

“I-I’m fine…” Henry tried to reassure her again before his legs finally gave out from under him.

“HENRY!” The animator heard Linda cry out as her grip on his shoulders slipped and he collapsed on the ground. His mind was fuzzy and he couldn’t really tell what was going around him. He could hear Linda’s panicked shouts, and then another voice calming her that he swore he recognized. Was that Norman? Henry didn't get a chance to confirm that as his eyes slipped shut and his mind went blank.

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Henry groaned as he finally regained consciousness. He slowly opened his eyes, looking up at his bedroom ceiling. Wait… bedroom? How did he end up back home? Henry clutched at his aching head as he tried to sort through what happened to him.

“Welcome back to the world of the livin’, Henry.” The animator looked over and saw Norman walking towards his bed with a glass of water.

“Norman? What are you doing here?” Henry asked as he sat up.

“Don’t you remember?” Norman raised an eyebrow at him as he set the glass on his bedside table. “You decided it was a swell idea to go on that date of yours when you had the goddamn flu. And then you passed out right in front of her.”

“I did?” Henry’s face paled as the memories started flooding over him. “Oh no, I did. Oh, what will Linda think of me now?” Henry whined as he flopped back on his bed, sniffling miserably.

“No use worrying about that now. You just need ta focus on gettin’ better.” Norman told him. “But if it eases your mind, she was real concerned about you, even made sure I brought these ta ya.” Norman motioned to a bouquet of flowers and a little card on Henry’s bedside table. “Anyway, unfortunately, I don’t have time to play nursemaid. I’m sure Mr. Drew will be wondering where I got off to, still got a few projectors to fix.” Norman sighed. “Now, I don’t want to be seeing you back at the studio till you’re feelin’ well again, ya hear me?”

“Got it. Thanks for taking me home Norman.” Henry smiled weakly at Norman. As embarrassed as he was, he was still grateful for the man.

“Don’t you mention it, Henry.” Norman smiled back before leaving the apartment.

Henry sighed as he stared at his ceiling, feeling miserable. Some first date that was, he pretty much blew any chance that he had with Linda. Henry pulled the covers over him, fully prepared to mope in bed for the rest of the day when he remembered the card on the table next to him. Nervous but unable to help his curiosity, he reached out and picked it up, opening it with shaking fingers.

Henry,

Never scare me like that again. You can tell me if you’re not feeling well. I promise I won’t get upset, you can’t help it if you’re sick. Please take care of yourself. I’ll be patiently waiting for our date once you’re feeling good as new again.

Get better soon,

Linda

Henry smiled that dopey grin he always had when he thought of Linda and pressed the card to his chest. Despite everything, she still wanted to see him again. Henry drifted off into a peaceful sleep, determined to fight off this flu so he could see Linda again.

#the ink demonth #bendy and the ink machine #batim #henry stein #linda stein #henry x linda #wally franks #norman polk #monochrome madness #inkspottie #spacy writes

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bonbonswirl-blog · 5 years

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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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