Marvin still doesn't know how to turn off the clothes generator....

Wholesome Month Day 21- “Throwback Week”

But First: Cookies

So this one is a bit of a more personal throwback. About a year ago, I made this exact comic, and I wanted to see if somehow I have improved over the last year I made the comic. I think I did! It’s a throwback to me, cause this was the first mini comic I ever made and the first of my drawing to ever blow up on Tumblr. I think it had 200 notes in the span of 2 days, maybe 3! I hope you enjoy!! <33

Original Comic

[Please credit if you are going to use!! Thankies!!]

Thank you Jack

I am awful at keeping up with this. BUT I SHAN’T GIVE UP! 

I watched as he continued to mess around with the beakers and those...bugs. It made me squirm just watching them crawl up his neck. He never flinched once. I tried memorizing his image. Okay so he wore a black shirt..blacks jeans...black shoes…. This was going to be a nightmare to explain to the police. If I even made it to them. The only distinct feature was the disgusting sewage green colored hair. If he really wanted to though, he could re-dye his hair back to his natural color and never be found. Yep, I was screwed. 

I got lost in my thoughts and went back to when I was studying psychology. I didn’t learn much but I’ve met a few good nutcases to know one when I see one.  Owker...that guy was insane. (His name was really Owen but hey, we all have our preferences) Alan, nothing too severe. A Parker? I think? A Michael and a Westin. He didn’t look like any of them.  Maybe a little bit of a Michael but...he was different. He actually seemed sane, if you ignore the laughter and murder. 

Obviously he had a reason to come here and kill Henrik. And what was that reason? Yeah, exactly, that’s what was bothering me. What bothered me even more was that he claimed to have broken all the light bulbs. Then his strength and very concernedly his speed. 

Did I have some sort of panic attack? Or...did my mind simply refuse to see Henrik get stabbed? There was no way he could possibly move that fast. They were both standing together and in half a second Schneeple was crouching down in pain. And how the hell did he get in here?! Schneeple said there was no back door. Unless he lied? No. He wouldn’t do that. Maybe the window? Even so, why would Henrik lead us (most importantly me!!!!) there if he knew?

“Dammit!” He growled, ripping off one of the bugs on his shoulder. “You son of a bitch!” He stomped his foot down. As if that wasn’t enough torture for the poor insect, the man...Mike? Yeah I’m sticking with Mike. As if that wasn’t enough, he slid his food back, leaving a disturbing trail of the bug’s insides. There was a long ten second creak coming from out the door. “Great.” Mike muttered. 

He picked up a syringe and collected more from the beaker. Look you’d think after watching ten horror movies and being an hour into this messed up situation, I’d learn not to move. Nooooooooo. My body uncontrollably slouched downward. I instantly tensed up. He paused and slowly turned his head, scanning the room. 

“Henry!!” A familiar voice shouted. The doors swung open. I was so surprised and nervous yet very relieved. Jackie, a favorite colleague of mine, stood there drenched in sweat. He wore his same old red hoodie along with some dark blue jeans. 

Mike let out a low sigh, tapping on the sink. “I had a feeling you’d show up sooner or later. Get lost.” 

“Where’s H-” He drifted off, staring at the body in front of him. 

“Yeah sorry. Daddy’s gone.” He mused. “Don’t worry, big brother’s here.” 

“And...y/n?” Jackie never lifted his head up once, his eyes were fixated on Henrik’s corpse. 

Mike had a sinister smile and tilted his head. “Huh, I knew someone as in here.” 

“Jack!!!!” I screamed inside of my head. I covered my face. “Idiot.” I took a deep breath and felt kinda sore. Okay let’s be honest. This wasn’t the most comfiest box and as squeezed in as I was, my lower back was aching.

 “We can fix him.” Jack said. “You can. I’ve...we both know you can.” Mike scrunched his nose and set his knife down on the sink, admiring it. “Please Anti.” He continued to plead. 

I cocked my head to the side. 

Anti? 

….Anti. 

Stand back Owken we have a new champion for the oddest name ever! 

“Tell me something.” Mik-Anti straightened up. “Did Henrik.” He hissed his name. “Promise you anything? That he’d make you into something greater than you once were?” 

Jack’s face turned pink. “.....yes.” He admitted. He grabbed his hoodie and lifted it over his head, embarrassed. 

“Well Parker, what exactly did he offer you?” 

“...to make a dream come true.” He mumbled, becoming more shy.

 “Well boy wonder, your villan’s right here.” Anti held his arms out wide as if saying ‘Try me.’ 

“Please...don’t make me.” Jack whimpered.  “I don’t want to hurt you.” He seemed really hurt. It made me wonder..how they knew each other. Neither Jack or Henrik mentioned about some Anti freak. 

Anti snickered. “Hurt me? You expect me to actually fight you? That’d hardly be fair...don’t you think?” He roamed across the room. His footsteps came closer. He stopped by the box again. 

My eyes watered and I squeezed them shut, like a kid cowering under a blanket, hoping the shadow on the wall would go away. Jack kept silent, making it ten times worse. It was so quiet. Absolutely nothing. No breathing, no laughing, no bodies shifting, not even a freakin creak in this godforsaken warehouse! 

It got to me. I slowly opened my right eye to take a peek out of the cardboard tab. I let out a shriek, seeing his eyes stare back at me. 

“There’s my little puppet.” He grinned as I frantically tried to scramble out of the box. 

“Jack!!” I screamed as loud as I could. All of a sudden I felt a sharp snap and quickly held my neck in a panic. My vision blurred out again, like before. 

"YOU'RE SO LIGHT, BUT YOUR BATTERY MIGHT DIE"

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ALL THE WAAAY!!!

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