What’s Hudson’s Opinion On Ray? Ik They Interacted A Bit But What Was His Take On Him?

"BUT THEY LOOK THE SAME!"

(Lol the comparison is the best)

Bill meets Bill (yes you read that right)

Featuring @unnoticedunawarestillhere 's version of Bill Danton (the guy on the left in the orange) meeting my version of Bill Danton (on the right with the Opossum under him)

Here's the full drawing! (Wanted to give Twisted Alice a more gruesome appearance. Still beautiful though!)

RANDOM AUDIO LOG:

Hudson: I've worked just like everybody else!I haven't even punched that GENT worker in weeks. Seriously, what's the damn problem?!

Writer's Director: You refuse to work with everyone else. Hudson, in departments like these, you are expected to collaborate and use teamwork. You have shown neither of these!

Hudson: I'll show teamwork once Mike stops mocking me! Or when Gordan stops assuming I drink maple syrup for a living! Writer's Director: Hudson. Can't you..I don't know, just try and get along with everyone else?....! Hudson, STOP WALKING AWAY RIGHT NOW. Where the fuck are you going with that type writer...? Hudson: I WORK IN THE SEWERS NOW.

Writer's Director: .... Like...a rat? Hudson: NO. Like a mouse. A Canadian mouse. Writer's Director: Hudson, you can't just relocate, you- Hudson: JUST WATCH ME, LADY. Writer's director:... Hudson: AND TELL GORDAN TO TAKE A FUCKING TRIP TO CANADA.

Hudson stared at the keys on his typewriter, most stained by the ink on his fingertips. His eyes wandered to all the notes scattered on his desk, some words scribbled out or sentences left untended to. He picked one note up, an old story idea. The story itself wasn’t really special or original, so he decided to scrap it. It seems like nowadays that he scrapped everything.

Tap. Tap. Tap. 

He adjusted his desk lamp, the light setting an eerie yellow glow over his typewriter. He lay against his chair, staring, but his fingers pausing. His ears strained to hear the tapping in the walls. 

“Isn't it time you head home, Hudson?” A soft voice rang out.

Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. 

Hudson snapped his head up, his eyes narrowing. “I still have half an hour, Charlie,” he said, a defensive edge in his voice. His voice lacked any real bite, more distant than defensive. His eyes focused on the wall. 

Charlie leaned against the doorframe of the department, her brown eyes soft with concern. She wore a navy blue mid-calf flared hemline. It was gaining its popularity in New York fashion. 

 “You don’t have to work so hard, you have the other writers to work with. Teamwork, remember?” 

Hudson snorted, rolling his eyes. “Mhm,” he muttered dismissively, letting his face settle in his hand, glaring at his notes. 

Charlie shook her head, letting out a quiet sigh. She walked over to his desk and was about to place her hand on his shoulder.

Hudson swatted the hand away. “I’m busy,” he snapped. He needed to hear the tapping sound. 

Charlie recoiled back slightly, looking hurt. She then folded her arms and frowned at him till he looked up.

“Don’t you have a date to get to?” Hudson asked flatly, a brow raising.

Charlie clutched her purse, her lips pressed together in a thin line. “I do…but I just wanted to check up on you. Jack’s worried about you and so am I. You haven’t been sleeping, eating or even focusing properly-”

Hudson cut her off, shushing her, “Sh! Did you hear that?” His brown eyes darted to the walls and the ceiling that surrounded them. He pushed himself away from his desk and stood up from his seat, his full attention on the wall. 

Charlie sighed, looking dispirited. She ran a hand down her face, inhaling sharply. “This only proves my point.”  Her eyes darkened at him.

Hudson’s only response was a grunt, his back still turned on Charlie as he scanned the wall. He seemed undaunted by Charlie’s demeanor. 

What are we?

Human.

No.

No?

That's not what I'm seeing in the mirror right now.

...

What do you see?

What do you see?

Please stop. Let's be better.

Aren't we in too deep for that? Too blurry?

No, wait, please, let's think about this. We didn't mean to do that, we'll be okay. We'll be fine. We are Okay.

...

Where are my eyes?

...

Where is my throat?

...

Where is me?

...

Shut up.

We are happy, we are fine.

We have eyes, throat, flesh, blood, we are complete.

So where is me?

Can a perhaps ask for Sammy interacting with Wally in the Dead and Buried AU? I like your Sammy design lol

An interaction indeed.

Yeah, they can't stand each other.

[Hudson took off his shoes and sat at the edge of the bed. His frame slumped as he stared at the window, moonlight slipping through the cracks of the blinds. His dark eyes didn't look at Ray, only focusing on the blinds.]

"No," he muttered, not lifting his head.

[Instead, he slipped out his pocket knife and fidgeted with it. The blade being twirled in a stiff manner, sliver reflective off the stray rays of the light.]

"Meds are in the bathroom cabinet...."

[It's calm and still in the story boarding Department. Well, minus the low groaning of the pipes and creaks of the old floorboards. The peace was cut short when the sound of a metal cart slamming into the wall shattered the moment. ]

"Son of a....." A voice slurred in a low grumble.

[Hudson carelessly tugged the cart back to him, almost clinging onto it for balance as his movements proved sluggish and wobbly. He glanced at Ray, his face flushed. He blew a strand of hair out of his face before picking up a yellow folder and flinging it right at Ray.]

"Take it."

“Hudson—uhm—” Ray stammered, briefly floundering with the folder before standing up, tossing it onto his desk and approaching Hudson.

“Jeez, what’s up with you—Are you drunk? What’s gotten into you?! You definitely can’t be drinkin’ on the job, imagine if a higher up found you like this…It’s not even inconspicuous…” Ray hissed worriedly, placing his hands on Hudson’s shoulders. “I know it’s not uncommon but that doesn’t—…sigh…What made you go and get pissed anyways?”

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."

“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

Guys. Guys. It's Hudson. But BETTER. >:OO

LOOK AT THIS LOOK AT THE FLIPPING DETAIL LIKE WHATTT-

THANK YOU MOOT!!! :DD

Drew @unnoticedunawarestillhere oc Hudson! Go follow him!

I'm sorry but the moment you said Hudson would listen to Buddy Holly I had my attack planned. Anyways wishing you luck on your exams!

Thank you! XD This attack is wonderful!!