Mr.Random

I wanted to make a little comic about how my OC Minnie split up with Beej, since they used to be “friends”! They had something similar to what Jacques and Beetlejuice had going on, until Minnie got tired of his ass (though she isn’t any better).

They’ve also known each other since they were in diapers, since Minnie’s dad is Nat’s (BJ’s dad) boss. Meanwhile, her mother was “rehabilitated” in “Neither Neither Land" (where they make "naughty" ghosts into being cutesy, perfectly good versions of themselves) which is one of the many reasons Minnie is pretty mentally unstable 🐀

Extra: (like 200 years later or smth)

GET DOWN-

Throws a toxic showtime ship bomb

At first you thought it could just be an animal sniffing about your porch, perhaps a young fox that might've curled up for the night under your chair. But no, this sounded...bigger. Certainly heavier, with loud, laboured breaths that you could hear through the thick wood.

Only, when you opened the door expecting an injured animal, you find anything but.

Its a man. A big man. And he seems to be missing an arm.

You stand staring at him for a while, your form in the doorway blocking out the warm lamplight in your home behind you. Hesitating for just a minute, you finally creep closer once you realise that his eyes are closed, his brows knit deep in focus, even in sleep.

You get a better look at him like this. Some sort of huge mechanical arm seemed to have been sliced clean from him, and his suit was torn and dirty. He must have dragged himself all the way to your doorstep, as evidenced by the sore looking wounds on his skin.

In any other scenario, you imagined he was rather handsome.

"What happened to you?" You murmur softly, reaching out to trace a cut above his brow before he suddenly stirs, an instinctual jolt that you can barely register until he has your wrist in a vice grip with his only remaining hand.

His eyes are wild. Flashing with an animosity that reminded you of a wolf in a snare. You fear for your life for all of two seconds before his arm drops and his head lolls, passing out from exhaustion once more.

You place a hand over your heart. Calming the rabbiting of it as you pace your porch and mull over your options. You didn't know him. But he looked dangerous. The bruising on your wrist doubly confirmed that. But who on Earth were you to leave a man to die on your doorstep?

At first you thought it could just be an animal sniffing about your porch, perhaps a young fox that might've curled up for the night under your chair. But no, this sounded...bigger. Certainly heavier, with loud, laboured breaths that you could hear through the thick wood.

Only, when you opened the door expecting an injured animal, you find anything but.

Its a man. A big man. And he seems to be missing an arm.

You stand staring at him for a while, your form in the doorway blocking out the warm lamplight in your home behind you. Hesitating for just a minute, you finally creep closer once you realise that his eyes are closed, his brows knit deep in focus, even in sleep.

You get a better look at him like this. Some sort of huge mechanical arm seemed to have been sliced clean from him, and his suit was torn and dirty. He must have dragged himself all the way to your doorstep, as evidenced by the sore looking wounds on his skin.

In any other scenario, you imagined he was rather handsome.

"What happened to you?" You murmur softly, reaching out to trace a cut above his brow before he suddenly stirs, an instinctual jolt that you can barely register until he has your wrist in a vice grip with his only remaining hand.

His eyes are wild. Flashing with an animosity that reminded you of a wolf in a snare. You fear for your life for all of two seconds before his arm drops and his head lolls, passing out from exhaustion once more.

You place a hand over your heart. Calming the rabbiting of it as you pace your porch and mull over your options. You didn't know him. But he looked dangerous. The bruising on your wrist doubly confirmed that. But who on Earth were you to leave a man to die on your doorstep?

Thank you gang!! I made some anatomy sketches of rain!