#intcashes

Life is a fragile, sad thing if you think about it. It can be over in the matter of seconds and you won’t even notice, but on the other hand, you might just be so unlucky as to end up in the slow and painful circle of life... or death... caught in never ending regrets about what you’ve done or haven’t done. It’s when you realize everything is so fucking POINTLESS.

So why exactly, in this moment, did he decide to stand in the way of someone who might just end his life without a second thought. It’s not like he has much to bring to the table either when it comes to combat skills and such. Sure, he’s got both a blade AND a gun, but only one leg and absolutely no desire to fight a battle that’s not even his. Jesus Christ. 

“Noted, however, I do not see the need to further the bloodshed. Surely, there must be another way to solve this rather than... whatever fury that has been caused. If I may, this is a crewmate, allow me to speak with him and as Quartermaster, I will also hand out the necessary punishment” 

How foolish one must be to even entertain the THOUGHT of entering an abandoned building that already has a reputation for being haunted. How foolish one must be to dare tread on the territory of the Ink Demon, the very monster that stalks these halls and calls the old studio his playground.

So the Ink Demon creeps up behind the intruder, and when they turn around they will be greeted by a wide GRIN and dripping ink, crooked horns that looks BROKEN, and a torn bow tie on a chest that reveals the lining of a rib cage.

@intcashes​ continued  

       “ i am so sorry, i didn’t mean to startle you, ” he added as she righted herself, the lost footing almost certainly his fault. he clasped his hands behind his back, figure tall and, as ever, smiling. “ of course, i meant what i said, ” he reassures her. “ i could never pull off moves like that. ” there’s a soft laugh on his lips, finding that the best way to introduce himself to people is to make a joke, it helps set people at ease, and it alleviates some of his own tension too. he doesn’t get much chance to be himself. “ i’m actually a pretty terrible dancer when it’s not a formal dance. ”

Everyone in New York knows the name Joey Drew. Everyone’s heard about the studio, at the very least one or two words about it. Joey Drew Studios and its little cartoon devil. The cartoon devil whose grin a certain music director is starting to see in his sleep.

It’s driving him MAD at this point.

“ Sorry, there, sweetheart, but I don’t answer any personal questions until at least the third date and last I checked, we’re two strangers at bar. “ Jez offered the other woman a shotgun smile, still casual and more of a smirk than a smile proper. She’d caught sight of doodles on the other’s napkin and that had sparked the conversation about art and, apparently tattoos. With Jez’s long black hair pulled up in a high ponytail, the shitty tattoo on the back of her neck was all too visible. That had, of course, led to the conversation of potential coverups and then the story behind the crooked half-cursive names she kept hidden under the sheaf of her hair. “ You really should at least buy me a drink first. “

Continued from here.