Discarded Letter

Hudson felt rattled, his insides failing as the tears still streamed down his face. He wiped his eyes, feeling suddenly tired and uneasy.

He paused for a moment, feeling his mind still fog up, but....

He was him. Like him before all the ink shit.

IN THE WORST OF TIMES.

He then sobbed again, his hands covering his face. He bit his lip and pressed his face into Jack's chest, still not coping the information well.

He wasn't even mad.

Just scared.

@asknorman-polk @ask-thelyricist or @art-by-stella

*you and Sammy were in Sammy's office arguing or some shit idfk*

Stella walked into the room and flicked off the light, drawing y'all's attention. she lingered in the doorway, gripping a knife tightly and partially covered in a substance that looked suspiciously like blood...

"Sammy..." she muttered. she acknowledged Hudson with a nod in his direction before throwing her head back and cackling like a maniac. :]

- @art-by-stella

Hudson stared at in suspicion, already turning away from Sammy, whom he was already so done with.

He raised a brow, his gaze unwavering as he folded his arms against his chest. The dark rings under his eyes and his pale skin proved he wasn't in good health. Though he stubbornly refused to admit it.

"Can I help you or are you just going to giggle like a creepy doll all day?" He asked, his tone unconcerned and tired.

(Stella wtf??)

How would you rate Hudson’s cooking ability? Is he a chef or a burn-the-kitchen-down type?

7/10.

Hudson can cook for himself and survive, never making anything fancy unless having the motivation too.

He picked up a lot from Cathy (mom) and will bake sometimes for Ray and bring him lunch (even though he forgets his own).

However, Hudson shouldn't be trusted in the kitchen when angry, probably just leaving the eggs on the stove to burn while he just cranks up the heat even more with this expression: >:/

I may or may not be currently drawing you dying in the snow :)

:]

Good morning.

It's afternoon where I am, but good morning to you!

What should I draw for Hudson?

You asked me so I'm gonna ask you the same, Who's your favorite Bendy Character?

OH GOD UH...I'ma say Norman Polk OR Wally Franks!

If it was my AU, it would be: Norman and Johnny

My favourite characters used to be: Shawn Flynn or Henry Stein (still love them, but now it's a healthy amount XD)

Decay.

i require more art of jimmy, please :3

And a Jimmy you shall receive! A fun fact about Jimmy is he's trans! (F to M) ^ ^

One.

Eyes are like the windows to the mind.

Everything is dark under here.

My eyes hurt so much. So much that I can't even feel them.

My eyelids feel weird. I'm not sure how to describe it.

Something feels hollow.

My lungs hurt as I hack up, the dust already in my lungs. My back laying on something soft, but overwhelming.

It smells like earth in here, but just dry and forgotten about.

I need to get out.

I try getting up, but my spine lets out a pained protest, my head already hitting something hard. I lay back down, still coughing.

The coughing feels like someone's cutting up my throat.

My hand blindly reaches out in front of me, hitting what feels like wood. My fingers dig into the palm of my hand and hit above, dust spraying down on me once again.

I have to ignore it. I have to get out.

Something's trickling down my face, warm and unwelcoming. It thickly smells like iron.

No time. Air's too tight.

I get my hands above and try pushing up, more dust falling on me.

My hands are now slamming against it, over and over.

I need to get out.

Splinters are already digging into my skin, stabbing in.

I can't stop.

It's so hard to breathe.

Blood is beginning to trickle down my wrists and bruises are swelling up on my knuckles.

I need to see. I need to see. I need to see.

Where are my eyes?