This Is Me Aya.. ‏🇵🇸

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.

Why not?

A bloody ghostly figure approaches you. He then asks, "One, two, three...or four?"

Norman Polk from my AU (he looks weird because I didn't have a ref on me when drawing this :P)

DON'T FORGET TO VOTE FOLKS! :D

The day Betty decided that Wilson could do his own laundry. (As you can see my camera sucks.)

Hudson placed his cup down, quiet more than ever, before muttering softly, "Maybe it is, in a way,"

He shook his head, rubbing his eyes, "Or....you know, whatever. What do I know? Hah....."

“Heya! Sorry to bother, just wanted to stop by to uh… Check in. Hope you’re doin’ okay.” He set down a cup of coffee on Hudson’s desk, leaning back with his own cup.

~ @w-graves-nook

Hudson lifted his head from his desk, his eyes red and tired. He glanced at Ray, his lips pressed in a thin line.

He took the coffee and sipped it.

"Thanks...." he mumbled.

"Therapy is too expensive...."

"But smashing bottles and lighting things on fire isn't."

:)

Decided to draw Norman from my au. Tough looking on the outside and sweet on the inside, now that, is what I call beauty!

Hudson x Bill

Should I draw them kissing? 🤔

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