@penandpitchfork

"Aw gosh dang it Fredrick! What did I say about leaving the machine's maintenance without washing your hands down? And l0ook- yet another of the FEW cutouts we finally got right, ruined!" 

"Aw, come off him Joey, that one was a bit off on the mouth anyhow. Geogie can't get the number of lines for teeth right."

". . . . Ugh, why are you always right? FIINE, just throw it in the Botched Room with the others."

. . . .

~Left in the dark, little room, with smeared cells and ripped scripts, the cardboard lay dejectedly, the ink from a pipe with poor bolting dripping a pool of ink that stole its strength. Hour after hour, until the last footsteps had gone silent and the Studio lay empty. . .

How long was it? How many days, months, years? Blurred into the space between the ink that fell, and that somehow, the outline never stopped taking it in. ..