Ask Jack Fain

Based on the creator’s AU, but it’s.. relatively similar to the canon storyline? Let’s hope.

[ask-thelyricist]

Howdy! This is a rp/ask blog account for the one and only Jack Fain.

Feel free to send in asks! Questions about work, coworkers, whatever you can think of. As long as I can snag some time from work, I’ll answer as best as I can.

STATUS: Asks are open, asks with media are disabled for the time being

- - - Reminder to keep things PG-13. Responses shouldn’t take more than 2 days if on time. - - -

Tags will be added as more posts are made, but for now:

#check on sammy — thread on the music director’s odd and slightly concerning behavior

#stained photos — a collection of photos taken/collected by Jack

[asksammylawrence]

“Heya, Sammy! ‘Haven’t stopped in for a while. Your side of the department is always so…. Violent. Why is that—”

“..Uh, anyways, I might make a bakery run. Y’want anything? :]”

— @ask-thelyricist

"Oh, Jack... good to see you again, as it always is. Hmm, I'm not quite sure what you might mean by violent... Though, again, I do keep myself away from... Everything is as much as possible. It can be far too loud down here.."

Sammy rolled his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose before shaking his head

"Do you even need to know what I'd ask for? How long have we known each other?" (Cough cough he would pretty please like a slice of chocolate cake!)

[ask-thelyricist]

“Okay well obviously I know your regular order. But y’know, ‘never know when you’ll go and switch up on me just for the sake of it—”

“…That’s more of a move I’d pull, isn’t it?”

“Never mind, I’ll get you that chocolate cake, Sammy boy! Be back soon :]”

[asksammylawrence]

"And when ever have I done such a thing to you? Mr. Oh, ACTUALLY, I want THIS instead! And you wonder why I stopped going to the cafe with you" - >-

The composer sighed, before shaking his head

"But, no I would never do something like that... Especially not when cake is involved... Put it on my desk when you return, I assume you still have the key I gave you?"

[ask-thelyricist]

“it’s not my fault the bakery has so many options…”

….

“Yes, of course I have that spare key. I keep it with my own office key that’s never used anymore. Just don’t forget about it if I leave it on your desk, eh?”

[asksammylawrence]

considering your reaction to that last question, it's clearly not you

(referencing the 'who tops' ask btw)

"OH FUCK OFF-!!"

[ask-thelyricist]

“Who exactly is the bottom, Sammy-?”

[asksammylawrence]

“Heya, Sammy! ‘Haven’t stopped in for a while. Your side of the department is always so…. Violent. Why is that—”

“..Uh, anyways, I might make a bakery run. Y’want anything? :]”

— @ask-thelyricist

"Oh, Jack... good to see you again, as it always is. Hmm, I'm not quite sure what you might mean by violent... Though, again, I do keep myself away from... Everything is as much as possible. It can be far too loud down here.."

Sammy rolled his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose before shaking his head

"Do you even need to know what I'd ask for? How long have we known each other?" (Cough cough he would pretty please like a slice of chocolate cake!)

[ask-thelyricist]

“Okay well obviously I know your regular order. But y’know, ‘never know when you’ll go and switch up on me just for the sake of it—”

“…That’s more of a move I’d pull, isn’t it?”

“Never mind, I’ll get you that chocolate cake, Sammy boy! Be back soon :]”

[ask-thelyricist]

*Throws cardboard at u*

Hi, this blog is alive again hru doing bro😭😭✌️

(Ooc ofc)

- @asksamuellawrence

Ow what why are you throwing cardboard at me—

Both Jack and this blog are alive and well, 'just got quiet because the inbox has been empty. I've still got a few things I can answer from moots but in the meantime it's still a functional ask blog that's taking asks lol.

*Was not ignoring this ask btw, I just genuinely wasn't notified that I got it in the first place— Sorry Sammy and co.—

[ask-thelyricist]

Jack! Who are your favourite artists and actors/actresses? Do you even like talkies? If so, who would you invite to see a talkie with?

Of course I like talkies! I used to be an actor myself, after all—I love any sort of plays and films.

For who I would invite… Well, naturally, Sammy. He shares my love of film and used to work in the industry as a musician as well. I’ve also seen one with Norman once or twice, and I’d love to take Susie to one in the future… I think she’d enjoy that.

As for my favorite actor….

I don’t have many particular favorites, though I do like any that can sing, ha.

…People always tell me I look like Charlie Chaplin. I can kind of admire him, in a way; he’s like a silent, more successful me. It’s the bowler hat, I think.. I mean, his mustache is way stronger than mine—

[ask-thelyricist]

Paul strolls in, "Hey, have you seen a Scottish man anywhere? Toy-maker? Ye-high? Most beautiful eyes?"

"Not...that..I think he's..."

-ahem-

"Nevermind. Can you just tell me if you've seen him or not? And how the fuck do I get out of this department..?"

“Uhhhh! Scottish? …..Gillis, right? I don’t recall beautiful eyes, but I clearly wasn’t lookin’ as close as you’ve been. I’ve seen him before, but he sure isn’t here! ‘Not sure why he would be in the music department anyways…”

“I can help ya out of the department though, this place sure is a maze. Just uh… Make sure to keep your voice down, Sammy gets real mad when people from other departments are wanderin’ around the hallways…”

[asksammylawrence]

*Picks Sammy up from his scruff like a cat*

Congrats for being tall enough to do that..

"OI! PUT ME DOWN-!!"

[ask-thelyricist]

“Now you know how it feels I guess…!”

[ask-thelyricist]

Lawrence picks Jack up by the under the arms and holds him.

- @asksammylawrence

“Sammy??! Hello?? What—what’re you doin’—”

“How are you doin’ that, for that matter- I’m a grown man—”

[creationandcalamityau]

"Hey, your brother ate a cigar. I need you to know that."

"Okay bye."

HE DID WHAT NOW!? HUDSON NO!

[ask-thelyricist]

“He did, I can confirm.”

“…Norman fed it to him. Hudson kind of uhm… choked on it? I didn’t approve of any of this.”

[ask-thelyricist]

Hey uh...that guy who ate a cigar....broke his type writer...broke a guy's nose and screams at the walls....

Is he your kid?? More importantly, is he OKAY?

“He is both of those things…! Partially…!”

“I consider him my son and he considers me his dad, which I’m sure has no emotional baggage behind it on either side. Ha.”

“…the ‘okay’ thing, uh… ‘dunno if I can answer that as confidently…..all signs….point to no, don’t they…?”

“…I’m trying to make him go to weekly therapy sessions!”

[ask-thelyricist]

-A man proceeds to run through the music department holding a picture frame and laughing-

"OooOOo Hendricks!! Is this your boyFrieNddd??'

-Hudson comes running in and gives Jack a morbid look-

"SHUT UP, SEYMOUR! JACK HELP-"

-Seymour proceeds to make kissing noises-

"I'M GOING TO KILL YOU."

“Wh—hey, you two, don’t run down the halls! Sammy will kill you, even if we aren’t recordin’ right now…”

“Is that…is that a picture of Ray?? Put that down, you can’t be announcing queer allegations throughout the studio hallway, you two…! We’re not that progressive. (I am though, of course)”

“…please don’t kill him though, Hudson, just uhm… knock him out at most? Joey will kill you if you murder someone on the studio’s legal property.”

[ask-thelyricist]

-Quiet, but walks towards Jack, before hugging him-

"Happy father's Day, Dad."

“Aw, thanks, kid…”

[unnoticedunawarestillhere]

Hey, just here to remind you that you ate a cigar.

You ate it.

You consumed it.

You swallowed it.

That was a thing you did.

And I have no regrets.

[ask-thelyricist]

“You should have regrets.”

[ask-thelyricist]

here, you get a cookie because you like Sammy Lawrence :3

“Why thank you!”

[asknorman-polk]

“Hey, Norm! I have a gift!!”

💋💋💋

~@ask-thelyricist

“Oh, hey Jack. You need something or just wanted to show your favorite projectionist some lovin’?” (Said non-chalantly but lowkey dying inside.)

[ask-thelyricist]

“Mostly the latter, if I’m bein’ honest.”

[unnoticedunawarestillhere]

“Hudson, some guy just informed me you punched a mirror. I’m really gonna need an explanation for that one cause I’m worried, and the studio can’t exactly afford property damage.”

~@ask-thelyricist

"I will kill Seymour."

"I'm fine. And no, you do not."

"No comment."

@ask-thelyricist

[ask-thelyricist]

“Hudson that was absolutely not reassuring whatsoever, now you really have to talk to me.”

“I didn’t question the priest thing—I should have, but I didn’t—but a mirror can’t verbally anger you, so I’m gonna need some info.”

[unnoticedunawarestillhere]

"YES IT CAN-"

"AND NO BECAUSE YOU'D PROBABLY MAKE EXCUSES FOR HIM."

@ask-thelyricist

[ask-thelyricist]

“WHO IS HIM?? HUDSON, WHY DON’T YOU TRUST ME—”

[unnoticedunawarestillhere]

"IT'S SAMMY," he hissed.

"You always cover for him, that's why I didn't want to say anything, neither to Charlie."

"BUT A LITTLE BRAT TATTLED, HUH SEYMOUR-"

[ask-thelyricist]

“I—I don’t always cover for him—”

“Look, if you tell me what happened, I promise I’m not gonna be biased. He can be… well, not a great person at times… Just because we’re friends doesn’t mean you can’t trust me. I’m my own person.”

[unnoticedunawarestillhere]

Hudson was quiet for a moment, flexing his still very injured hand.

"Got forced to drink ink again," he said quietly, his eyes not looking at Jack. "I swear, he's going to kill me one day."

"I just wish he would leave me alone with his 'lord Bendy' shit. It doesn't make sense and I'm just....."

"...Getting worse....everyday."

"Heh, it's kind of funny in my mind if I didn't vomit ink three times a week now."

[ask-thelyricist]

“God, he…..he needs help. I don’t know what’s gotten into him…. I wish I could offer some sort of excuse but I wouldn’t know it if there is one.”

“Look, Hudson, you can trust me with this kind of stuff. If I can help, please tell me. I want to help, but I don’t know how.”