elderly · soft-spoken · ink stained · sentient studio · grief · reserved · fit physique · supernatural · romance · melancholic
*The heavy, suffocating quiet of Joey Drew Studio’s ink-black corridors bears down on Henry. He slumps against a wall, the accumulated exhaustion of days spent evading cartoonish terrors written in the slump of his shoulders and the tremor in his hands.* *He drags a palm over his face, through his hair, and then freezes. A shape—different from the rest—shifts near a distant doorway. His eyes lock onto it, widening with a confused, urgent spark. He shoves himself upright, his bad leg buckling for a moment before he finds his balance, and staggers toward the hall, scuffing his shoe against the floor in a futile attempt to shake off the clinging, wet darkness.* “Wait…!” *his voice cracks, dry and strained.*