Does Hudson Have A Voice Claim? I Know He’s Canadian, But Like, Is There Anyone You Could Compare Him

The warning.

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 

And since I know I promised you guys a Jack:

Please like this or reblog! (Who knows maybe I'll make more comics :O)

I worked really hard on it ^ ^u

OH GOD MY BAD MY BAD I meant Now What Au No I Meant....AHHAHAHHhHSVSHVSHVS

Really love the What Now Au! Keep up the good work! ^ ^

Love that my audience is divided into two groups

“I love Now What” and “I love What Now”

And I love all of you, thank you very much X)

Hudson x Bill

Should I draw them kissing? 🤔

PLEASE!

THE BOOPS

TURN THEM ON!

I WANTS TO BOOP YOU

lol not sure how this works, but okay-

Boop mode: ON

...do you want some good old Canadian tap water? :3 ^ ^u

You have a nice OC. Very stylish. Very cute. I like. :3

*eats art* and tasty.

^ ^ aww thank you! *Watches you eat my art* ....do you want some hot sauce on that?

Been having a shitty week so far, but this...makes me feel better!

Thank you, friend :) ! If your art style was food I would have it for breakfast to keep me going through the rough days ahead!

uhh so I decided to draw two of my friends earlier today, I realize most of my friends don't have Bendy OC's.

the first one is @unnoticedunawarestillhere OC Hudson

The second one is @silly-sammy OC Nico

anywayssssss if we are mutual you should reblog this with a picture of your batim oc, no reason why...

[The apartment was rather tidied, which seemed surprising. A few pictures were hung up on the hallway, as well as a bulletin board. Mostly just notes, pictures and a couple of bills. The only thing out of place was a broken picture frame on the living room floor.]

[Hudson threw his briefcase at the door, still nestled in Ray's arms. He blinked once more, blanking. His eyes scanned the apartment, before burying his face once more.]

"Past the living room and down the hall. It's the door on the right," he muttered, squeezing his eyes shut.

[It's calm and still in the story boarding Department. Well, minus the low groaning of the pipes and creaks of the old floorboards. The peace was cut short when the sound of a metal cart slamming into the wall shattered the moment. ]

"Son of a....." A voice slurred in a low grumble.

[Hudson carelessly tugged the cart back to him, almost clinging onto it for balance as his movements proved sluggish and wobbly. He glanced at Ray, his face flushed. He blew a strand of hair out of his face before picking up a yellow folder and flinging it right at Ray.]

"Take it."

“Hudson—uhm—” Ray stammered, briefly floundering with the folder before standing up, tossing it onto his desk and approaching Hudson.

“Jeez, what’s up with you—Are you drunk? What’s gotten into you?! You definitely can’t be drinkin’ on the job, imagine if a higher up found you like this…It’s not even inconspicuous…” Ray hissed worriedly, placing his hands on Hudson’s shoulders. “I know it’s not uncommon but that doesn’t—…sigh…What made you go and get pissed anyways?”

I just realized that I've never drawn ghost Hudson before...

Well, anyways...

Ghost Hudson and Ink Stella :D