Pendamonium
@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. ..
Until one night.