#mr nix

[simona-artista-artblog]

The best way to get an updated autopsy report is to distract the Chief Prosecutor 🤭

Thank you so much to the incredible @wr1ghtw0rth for letting me draw his Mr Nix AU! 🥰 I literally cannot get enough of it!!

[bannedlibrary]

Talk To Mr. Nix

They said the forms would be would be free, she said. I pay my taxes and they should be free.

Yellow shirt with a cartoon character on the front, no bra. Jeans with brown stained socks shoved into flip flops. Still, a smile framed by brown hair that fell like spaghetti only with more stick.

Mr. Nix watched the librarian squirm. Watched the man behind the desk click his mouse and his lips move as he counted the pages. So many pages, Mr. Nix thought. So many numbers and pages and all that little librarian wants to do is help. I can help.

Maybe I can help, Mr. Nix said. I am an expert at forms of all kinds.

Mr. Nix smiled at the woman. She turned her gaze to him, her eyes drifting up his suit and his face. He felt her, knew she liked him and hated his suit. The smile plastered on her face kept disapproval.

That was okay. Mr. NIx liked winning them over. He leaned his cane on the desk and reached into the jacket pocket and pulled out a card. Not sure what she would see, but knowing it would be what she wanted.

Well, well, she said.

Well, well, Mr. Nix repeated. I think I can help with your forms.

The librarian stood, mouth open. But saying nothing. Nothing being said. The librarian knew nothing but what was real.

I think we can come to an arrangement, Mr. Nix said. I can handle all those forms for you for just a little cost.

The librarian's mouth squeaked and he spoke: He wants your soul.

The woman and the cartoon on the front of her shirt looked at the librarian dumbfounded. Mr. Nix drew her back with a laugh and they laughed at the librarian.

Mr. NIx took her by the arm and lead her away. The librarian offered free printouts, free forms, but Mr. Nix offered more. Just a little more for the price of some information. That is why Mr. Nix liked the library. All that information.

And they were gone and the librarian forgot until he saw the cane leaning on the desk. When it went to lost and found, the librarian forgot again.

And when Mr. Nix came back, when he sat and read and waited for another, licking his lips and waiting… When Mr. Nix came back the librarian remembered but not why until another poor soul needed forms.