This isn't what he wished for

" Samuel ~ :gb: " 07/15/21

IT'S FINALLY OUT!

Totally wasn't procrastinating this entire time

BUT ANYWAYS~

In total there's 2,894 Characters

And 515 Words

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The usual questions

Have you eaten yet?

Have you slept?

Have you had a drink of water?

Are. you. happy?

O- ah, enough of that, y'all just want the story huh?

ARE Y'ALL REEAAADY?

CAN I HAVE A DRUMROLL PLEASE

🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁

(TW//Character death, guns, bipolar disorder?, violence)

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“What is this kind of music Sammy? How humiliating..”

This isn't...

“Henry wh- what do you mean?”

What he..

“You're.. quitting?”

..wished for..

Drip went droplets of ink on the dusty flooring, floorboards creaked as well as the pipes (hey that rhymed)..there wasn't any HUMAN in sight, until… there was..talking! Voices of people whipped through the almost silent hallway, only just audible through the ink leaking from unstable pipes which were connected through the walls. “Listen, Tommy, I know your 'mates' at GENT are trying their hardest but-” A tall, lanky, man was cut off by his peer to whom is was trying to reason with, “No Drew..I'm sorry but most, no - all, of 𝘮𝘺 employees haven't seen their spouses and families in over a week!Let us have a goddamn break for once! That's why I'm quitting and I'm taking my men with me..” The other man said, his voice gruff and tired as he fiddled with a silver ring on his finger.

The tall one seemed half amused and half taken-aback by 'Tommy's' comeback, [c]“But Thomas- i- i need you, the studio needs a handyman and of course it'll be difficult to get anyone else to assist with the ink machine-”

“No. Get Franks to do it for you, now I'll come back in a weeks time to pick up what's mine. Goodbye Mr Drew.”

He pushed past Joey, his boss would stare at him from behind - he suddenly found himself reaching for something which seemed to be underneath his desk, “Tommy I wouldn't move if I were you~" Situated in his hands was a sepiatoned Tommy gun, his smile like the dancing demon himself; the weapon and it's welder craved bloodshed, that's what both of them got: a bullet, the colour of bronze, struck through the GENT worker's own heart - it stunned him..his eyes glazed over with shock before dying out along with his limp body. It fell silent as the corpse hit the wooden floor, blood dripped from the (new) finishing wound.

Joey was pretty smug about his new kill - he put the gun down, "Fitting name for a killer of it's own kind..a Tommy gun killed Thomas Conner! How pathetic...."

He laughed, but that happiness wouldn't last for long though; oh no.. The walls started to become darker and blacker; there was the sound of a beating heart filtering across the room — then, out of nowhere, Henry (the old animator who quit due to his wife's pregnancy) appeared in front of Drew. His eyes a bright yellow with matching coloured tears running down his face, he sobbed, "Joey wh- why did you do this!? You're a...monster!" The illusion's arms wrapped around Jonah's neck, causing the tall man to gag in shock and terror: he could feel the illusion of his ex-coworker!?

His own vision went blurry as something.. black covered it; he screamed in terror, pushing the illusion onto the floor as he ran to the nearest non-covered mirror - ink crawled down his face, out of his ears and down his eyes...he was..

..an abomination..