Hudson could sense just how worn out Ray was from everything, even glancing at the spilled coffee from above.
"C'mon. Let's get you to the infirmary. There are beds and cots there, so you won't pass out on me. Besides, I don't want your hand getting infected," he said firmly, gently pulling himself away and motioning to the end of the hall.
He waited for Ray to follow, one hand awkwardly clutching his chest, which was still bleeding. "Seriously, Ray. Stop pushing yourself like this. It's not healthy. And keep in mind the fact I can't properly catch you if you fall."
The studio was quiet. There weren’t many people left, most having returned home by now. There was a background noise of groaning pipes and creaking floorboards as Ray walked down the hallway.
He had left his isolate office space in favor of a cup of coffee and some more paper, which somehow the storyboarding department lacked.
He was nearing the elevator, and mulled over whether the risk of the thing was worth not having to use the stairs.
~ @w-graves-nook
The hallway lights buzzed and flickered above. The air smelled stale, but oddly had a copperish tint to it. The floorboards groaned, always causing the worries of breaking.
The friendly posters and cut outs just seemed dull, almost sickening. The cheerfulness just not being what it used to be.
The air suddenly grew cold, like a cool draft coming in, even with no windows being in the premises. The feeling of dread was being tight in the air as it was almost overwhelming.
A loud clang could be heard as an abandoned type writer had been thrown off of a supply crate, causing metal to scatter into parts.
The feeling of being watched was sudden.
And the air was tense.
BEAT HIS FUCKING ASS, HENDRIKS! REVENGE, REVENGEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!
Omg your art is so good! Your poses for this is great :3
NOW PUNCCCHHH HIMMMM
Yaknow what, since I can't punch him irl I made Hudson do it >:]
"polite..?!"
"I'll show you polite!!"
Dear, Hudson [REDACTED]
I appreciate you voicing your concerns. Especially the “noise” coming from the vents. I have made sure to tell Mister Franks to check it out. But, please understand that your fellow peers are beginning to feel increasingly uncomfortable when you go on about “something in the walls” or “something watching you from the shadows”. Joey Drew Studios is supposed to be a healthy work environment and will terminate anything that gets in the way of that. It will also terminate anything that gets in the way of working general. Honestly, Hudson, I’m absolutely shocked at your recent behaviour. You’re usually a hard worker and get scripts done on time, but in these past weeks, I see that you’re really lacking in that. I understand you've had a little bit of trouble adjusting before, when you first got hired. Feeling homesick is valid when you move to a different place. Especially when it’s a different country. But it isn’t homesickness, is it?
Your fellow peers are now hesitant when ordered to work with you. Especially when that incident you caused was…unexpected and violent. You're lucky no one pressed charges on you. I really hope you’ve learned to control your temper during the time you were temporarily suspended from work.
I don’t know what’s going on in your personal life, but your ranting? Your paranoia? It will not be tolerated here in the studio. Since you have proven to be a diligent worker in the past, Mister Drew and I agreed that you won’t be fired.
However, understand that this letter is a warning for you to keep your behaviour in check or else you will be terminated. If you struggle with keeping in check, there are plenty of medical clinics and institutions in your area that will provide help.
And Hudson? Don’t talk about the whole “something in the walls”. Ever.
You have been warned. If you have any questions about this letter or anything related to this, please ask me during break. Yours truly, The director of the Writing Department
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please reblog!
How does Hudson react,,,,when comes into contact with Biscuits...
(Artist:, this my first time introducing my oc on to Tumblr 😅, testing waters mainly)
Ghost Hudson would be confused.
Reg Hudson wouldn't trust them.
And Scout Hudson would probably like to pet them.
(Hello! Sorry it took so long for me to respond to your ask! Biscuits look amazing! I hope to see more artwork of them)
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I'm sorry I can't donate, but I'll try telling others about his
"You mean this thing?"
Hudson (coming out of nowhere), gives Stella her notebook.
"Found this downstairs. Best to keep a better eye on it. Wouldn't want someone stealing it."
"Mr Polk..." *Mildly irritated sigh* "I lost my goddamn notebook and uhh... Last time I had it I was showing you a drawing... Must've set it down somewhere, have you seen it around..?"
- @art-by-stella
(lmao I lost my notebook irl T-T)
“No, I haven’t. Maybe check the lost and found? Then again I wouldn’t go near Joey’s office if I could help it. I mean, do you remember the last place you had it? That’s about the best I can offer you, kid. Hope you find it though.”
(Really boring response but Norman is boring so it’s okay. I still love him Dw)
If Ray and Hudson had escaped the studio and gotten married!
YESSSS FATHER AND SON!!!! GO JACK!!!
*Gachas your Hudson*
He was a lil hard, mostly cause of his hair and also like….coloring a black and white character but! Ye!
GACHA HUDSON EVERYONE LET'S GOOO!!!
HE LOOKS FANTASTIC AND THERE's EVEN INK ON HIM NOCIEEE
THANK YOU!!
I shouldn't be so wrapped up in this, I'm aware.
In about a month, I'm quitting the studio and packing up my bag for Canada. The Air Force awaits....
I should be proud to have ties to RCAF. I should be ecstatic about following my Dad's footsteps, and his Dad's footsteps....and his Dad's footsteps...wait does that even make sense? Whatever, pretty sure it does.
I was once an Air Cadet. What the hell did I expect? Never go to the Air Force? Yeah, right.
I should be proud. Brave. And......Oh to hell with this!!
Why won't he be proud of me? What do I have to do? Lead a bunch of P-51 mustangs and P-40 Kittyhawks into battle? Like heck I would!
I just......
I just want him to be proud of me.
I joined Boy scouts to impress him. I joined Air Cadets to impress him. I made ties here in New York by myself. I......
Am I......
Good enough?
If I go to war and die like a hero......
Would he finally love me?
Proud to call me his son?
I hope you feel better soon! :< Take care!
I didn’t feel good mentally today. I’ll draw tomorrow.
He/him. Name: Untilted or Hudson. Welcome to the Writing Department, watch your step. Employees Notice: Elevator is currently unavailable.
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