Blight - - gospelofdismay
henry was half-right —- normally he couldn’t see, unless he wiped his eyes temporarily. of course, the ink would normally flow right over them once more, resulting in him being blinded by default. he wasn’t going to learn that from blight unless the situation changed. drastically.
of course, when henry claimed joey was alive, all he could do was laugh.
“alive! alive? you gotta be fuckin’ kiddin’ me! i was the one who ended his fuckin’ traitorous life, righ’ when he ended boris’s and was goin’ afta’ OURS!”
a shake of his head accompanied another step forward, the ink demon still guided by henry’s voice. however, the next step seemed to be less malicious in intent, and more hesitant.questioning. how the hell could he not have known? wouldn’t people have filed missing persons reports for such a large amount of people? the disappearances of a couple of people could be explained away, but an entire studio’s worth couldn’t be.
and yet, he knew henry was likely telling the truth. after all, the boy he once was had a family, and yet they were rebuffed at every turn when they tried to figure out where their adopted son was. surely they would’ve given up eventually.
the thought alone made that permanent grin fade somewhat. it couldn’t possibly move into a frown, but it was close enough.
“…joey didn’t kill everyone. i did. i los’ control afta’ killing joey, an’ the next thing i knew, i was blind an’ everyone was screamin’. ‘m sure any blood that woulda been ‘ere was eventually replaced by ink. thirty years s’a long, long time, henry.”
another couple of steps, but when a hand reached out, it didn’t head for henry’s neck —- instead, it searched until it landed on henry’s shoulder, before seeming to clutch it.
“i knew th’truth about th’creation. ain’ sure if th’humans knew, but the other toons were well aware.” a chuckle, albeit a small one. “…i wouldn’ shut up about it back when i was licorice.”
The shift in motion, Henry noticed how hesitant he became with such truthful words coming out of the ignorant. Even the ignorant can change the mind of the blind, it seems.
Despite so, the blind can change the mind of the ignorant by telling a more, pathos inspired story of the past, giving the few moments of silence to let those details sink in. This, particular ideal of Joey sending the letter to Henry in order to lure him in, became no more. Which makes, even the ink on the paper becoming cursed with whatever frame that trapped him here. Henry, unfortunately, can not figure out with any clue in mind of who wrote such a letter.
When the hand reached out to him, eyes widened, a step taken back, however, his footing also hesitant, failed to be far enough, causing the hand to reach him, effortlessly. Death felt cold in his spine, the hand gave the same feeling, yet.. it suddenly, became to be so warm. Warm with feeling, the warmth that occupied the small chuckle. Eyes contorted with confusion, filled with questioning desire, fearful anxiety. Yet, what made asphyxiation avoided?
Albeit, a soft tone, distance short enough to be heard with much emphasis. Soft, but with feeling, a hand reached to accept the clench of shoulder. This bittersweet moment, no longer so scary.
‘ That further explained how much of a bad person Joey was huh? Hearing him being dead sounds almost.. I don’t know.. bittersweet. ‘