#He's Outta Here Folks! (Wally Franks)

[ask-the-friendly-ink-demon]

Inkwell Hell, Chapter 3- SillyVision Studios, Where Dreams And Ideas Come To Life

Plot: every story has a beginning, and a end. but how do they all start out? how do they end? From an world that was united as one, to a whole multiverse being created as a result of an war gone wrong, everything has to start somewhere, in this universe though, is where the story truly begins for someone, and a certain little demon. The Past can never truly Go Away. welcome to how it all begins welcome. to the start, of the terrors, of the inky past within Joey Drew Studios. Chapter Summary: waking on up from a party last night due to their success with their cartoons, and from a odd dream he has. Henry has a minor headache every now and then, almost like he didn't belong here but at the same time he did, he also discovers something shocking from Joey. meanwhile, in the past, within the void. the old demon king experiences life once again. and meets the ancestor of the creator of the dancing Demon himself, Henry. Characters overall included have already been listed but mainly showing those that belong to me and Luna FGDGKDKHK. that is pretty much it from what i have so far. again i only made like 3 chapters i was in the process of making chapter 4... at some point- maybe i’ll try and continue it tomorrow or something, who knows. but anyways, as always. Enjoy :) we finally get to the studio parts, and this time. sadly. no toons yet, well. no alive toons. since i said i wanted to make things more grounded but keep the original elements of the story as a whole stayed within in some form, this is the best i can do. have fun! oh and lowkey edited this current chapter GKHKDHK, mainly to fix anything and to add more stuff lol, hope you all enjoy! oh and forgot, mentions of Eddie drew belong to @the-isolated-demon (go check out Milo’s batim au please it’s amazing- GJFKHKFHJK) https://archiveofourown.org/works/33117046/chapters/87920587

[sunny6677]

THE AUDIO LOGS OF ANDREW HUDSON.

SUMMARY: The following are real audio tapes of tapes left by an animator at the forgotten studio Joey Drew Studios. Please ensure that you are ready to listen with these with caution, dear listener. What you may hear may cause you to never want to hear again. What you may picture may make you never want to see again. Please be aware of the consequences you may have if you do not have permission to listen to these tapes. If not permitted, then [REDACTED]. You have been warned.

(This is fiction btw, so no worries-- I know some people with anxiety issues might think this is real so this is just a clarification.)

TW FOR CHAPTER/TAPE: NONE.

TW FOR SERIES: MANIPULATION, TRANSFORMATION, UNHEALTHY MINDSET, OBSESSIONS, CULTS, CULT MENTIONS, MURDER, IMPLIED SEXUAL TRAUMA, OUTBURSTS, DRUGS.

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TAPE #14

30 MINUTES AFTER THE 13TH TAPE, 1933.

THE VOICE OF ANDREW HUDSON, WALLY FRANKS & SAMMY LAWRENCE.

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A: "And that's when I said— 'What do ya mean stop playin' the guitar in the middle of a birthday song? It makes it fuckin' cool!' And, boy, oh boy— she stared at me like I had just told her the most offensive thing in existence!"

W: "Gee, Andy— I think yer right about that— I dunno why the wouldn't let you play guitar for a birthday song. Ya didn't tell me ya could play guitar though. What'aya doin' in the animation business if ya can play things like that too?"

A: "Eh, my folks didn't like the way I sang or played things. They said I played it too loud, said I played songs too fast and moved around too much. Personally, I just think they didn't know the meaning of havin' fun."

W: "Oh, I getcha. Get this! I was dancin' around to a song or two that was playin' on the radio here once, and this guy comes in and tells me to stop movin' around 'cuz I'm causin' racket! Then I went in and asked one of the employees who worked in his department 'bout it. Said they didn't hear a thing. I tell ya, people are after me in this place!"

A: "Jeez man. Heh— guess we're both lucky we have eachother then, hm? We're the only real happy people 'round this place."

W: "Yeah, I'm lucky ta have ya. I dunno what I'd do without ya."

A: "I dunno what I'd do without ya either, bud."

[FOOTSTEPS ARE HEARD.]

A: "Oh, hey! What's up, Big S? Ya lookin' for somethin'?"

S: "...oh great, not you two."

W: "Aww, cmon, Sammy! No need for all the gloom and doom, we didn't even do anythin' ta ya! And what a'ya lookin' for anyway? Ya didn't answer—"

S: "Its none of your concern. I don't want to talk to either of you, so could you please—"

A: "If your lookin' for spare paper, it's probably in that Henry guy's office. So don't go lookin' through anyone else's desk, they probably won't give it to ya."

S: "...how did you know I was looking for that?"

A: "Can't think of any other reason your going towards the art department, so I just assumed that."

S: "...whatever, I'm just going to go to Henry's office then. If you two end up messing around here one more time, I am personally going to Joey and telling him to fire you both."

W: "...well that's just rude ain't it! We ain't ever do anythin' to you, we just two guys hangin' out!"

S: "Your 'hanging out' makes my job harder, now goodbye."

W: "Yeah, buzz off, party-pooper! Not like we wanna see more of ya anyway!"

[FOOTSTEPS ARE HEARD WALKING AWAY.]

W: "Jeez, that guys a real jerk. I don't get what ya see in 'em, Andy. Ya sure he just needs a lil' lovin? Lovin' might not even be possible for 'em."

A: "Course it can, all i have to do is try. No worries 'bout it, bud. It's possible for everyone to be a good person, some people just don't wanna try. I can bring it outta 'em, I know it's in 'em somewhere. In the mean time, let's finish chowin' down on these here sandwiches. We've been talkin' so much we ain't even eatin'."

W: "Oh yeah— well, yer right. If I don't eat somethin' soon, I'll be outta here."

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NOTES: NONE.

[queenofcats17]

If you're doing fanfic requests rn, can you maybe make one about the headcanon that Wally is the Boris we partner up with in Chapter 3, or Perfect Boris?

I’m always glad to answer prompts. They keep me writing.

Wally Franks didn’t hate working at Joey Drew studios, even for all his complaining. It was a nice place to work, even though Joey was certifiably insane. The pay was good, the coworkers decent folk, and the work wasn’t too hard. That is, until the ink machine. Once that was in, Wally’s job got a million times worse. It meant Sammy was always on edge too, what with all the bursting pipes and the like. Wally’s natural self-preservation instincts kept him out of the way of danger most of the time, but he’d still been on the receiving end of more than one scolding by Sammy or Joey. The reasons varied. Lost keys, missed ink puddles, flooded offices. He didn’t know why they came to him about flooded offices. Thomas or Murray were the people to talk to. They were mechanics after all. But that was beside the point. The point was, Wally liked the studio. He even liked Joey, to a certain extent.

He liked Joey less, though, once he found out what his boss was actually doing. It had been on one of the last days of the studio. Wally had lost his keys, again, and had been going to finally ‘fess up to his boss about it. Sammy was gone at that point, as were so many of the other employees. The studio was eerily quiet as Wally made his way up the stairs to Joey’s office. The radio was on when he approached the door, but Wally could also hear someone moving in the ink machine room.

“Nope. Nope nope nope nope nope.” Wally shook his head and began backing up. “Not today. Not happening.” He started for the door.

“Wally? Is that you?” Joey’s voice drifted out from the ink machine room. Wally swore under his breath.

“Yeah, boss.” He said, turning back.

“Could you come in here?” Joey asked. “There’s something I need to show you.” Every instinct in Wally’s body was screaming that this was a bad idea. He needed to get out of there. He needed to escape. But he couldn’t just disobey his boss. So he walked to the ink machine room. And there he found a horrifying sight. A real-life version of Boris the wolf strapped to an operating table, his chest pried open and ribs poking into the air. Immediately, Wally tried to run. But Joey grabbed him by the collar, pulling him back with more strength than the man had ever previously possessed.

“Ah ah ah.” Joey clicked his tongue, as if he was speaking to a child. “You’re not getting ‘outta here’ yet, Wally.”

“What the fuck, Drew?!” Wally yelled, still struggling. “What the Hell are you even doing here?!”

“I’m making history, Wally.” Joey said. “And you’re going to help me.” Before Wally could ask how, Joey had clubbed him over the head. Everything went dark.

His mind felt fuzzy. Where was he? Who was he? He blinked his eyes open, looking blearily around. He was strapped to a table in a room he didn’t recognize. He tried testing his bindings but found them to be extremely sturdy. Okay, so he wasn’t going to be getting out anytime soon. He found himself puzzled. Had he done something to deserve this?

“Ah! You’re awake!” A neat looking dark haired man entered the room, smiling widely. “How are you feeling, Boris?” Boris…was that his name? That didn’t seem right. His name was something else. He was quite sure of it.

“Boris?” The neat man frowned slightly. “Can you speak?”

“Can I get outta here?” His voice was the only thing that felt right. “These things are really chafing.”

“Mm. Not quite perfect, then. We’ll have to work on that voice.” The neat man turned away, scribbling something on a clipboard. Boris frowned. His voice was just fine.

“What are you talking about? My voice’s fine.”

“It’s not.” The neat man’s voice grew more forceful. “It’s not the right voice for Boris.”

“But it’s the right voice for me.”

The neat man whirled around, slamming his hands on the operating table. There was a wild look in his eyes.

“You are Boris.” He said. “You are not Wally Franks.” Wally Franks. Yes! That was his name! That was his real name! Wally began to struggle against his bonds. He was Wally Franks! But, at the same time, he was Boris the wolf too. He was both and neither at the same time, and it was maddening. Now he knew who the neat man was.

“We’ll have to work on that.” Joey Drew pulled away, going to the door.

“Can you let me go?” Boris asked, his voice becoming deeper and gruffer. Joey stopped, turning quickly.

“Yes! That’s right! That’s it!” He said, beginning to undo the cuffs binding the wolf. “That’s perfect!” Boris rubbed his wrists. He had to hide from Joey. So when the man left, the toon wolf disappeared into the bowels of the studio. No doubt Joey had done this sort of thing to others in the studio. He had to do something, he had to help them. Wally himself wanted nothing to do with this, but Boris, ever faithful and dogged, was determined to help. There was nothing he could do to help Sammy when the time came, and “Alice” wanted nothing to do with him. But Henry…Henry he could help. When the former animator came to his level, Boris took him to his safehouse, accompanied him on his journey. He did whatever he could to make things easier for Henry. He had to. No one deserved his fate.  

[sunny6677]

THE AUDIO LOGS OF ANDREW HUDSON.

SUMMARY: The following are real audio tapes of tapes left by an animator at the forgotten studio Joey Drew Studios. Please ensure that you are ready to listen with these with caution, dear listener. What you may hear may cause you to never want to hear again. What you may picture may make you never want to see again. Please be aware of the consequences you may have if you do not have permission to listen to these tapes. If not permitted, then [REDACTED]. You have been warned.

(This is fiction btw, so no worries-- I know some people with anxiety issues might think this is real so this is just a clarification.)

(BTW, I have updated the tws, so please read incase something might be triggering—)

TW FOR CHAPTER/TAPE: MEDICATION.

TW FOR SERIES: MANIPULATION, TRANSFORMATION, UNHEALTHY MINDSET, OBSESSIONS, CULTS, CULT MENTIONS, MURDER, IMPLIED SEXUAL TRAUMA, OUTBURSTS, DRUGS.

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TAPE #11

THE VOICE OF ANDREW HUDSON & WALLY FRANKS.

A FEW DAYS AFTER THE 10TH TAPE, 1933.

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W: "Say, what's that ya got there, pal?"

A: "Some medication, why?"

W: "Medication? What'daya need medication for? Ya didn't tell me you was sick!"

A: "...it's, uhh.. not important what I need it for. I just know that if I don't take it, I probably won't be so happy."

W: "Huh, so happy pills.."

A: "Exactly! And what keep me from bein' a real jerk. Not that I can help it though, emotions can get in the way of bein' nice to people sometimes, ya know? I just experience it a little.. harder I guess."

W: "Huh.. guess they can in a place like this, I'd understand if ya felt freaked out with all the gloomy ol' faces 'round here. I mean, hello? Theys supposed to be smiling, these are cartoons these folks are workin' on!"

A: "Yeah, I don't really understand why everyone is always so grumpy down here. I tell ya, there's a lot more reasons to smile than most people down 'ere think! They think even the slightest mistake means the world's gonna crash down and burn or some shit."

W: "Yep, sounds like everyone in this place. Especially Sammy. I lose my keys, and then he starts actin' as if I told him that his family deserved to be thrown into a volcano or somethin'! I have no idea what that guys deal is."

A: "Sammy? The handsome fella?"

W: "Y.. Yes— but I dunno why you'd consider 'em handsome—"

A: "Yeah, I didn't know he was like that. How often do you lose your keys, man?"

W: "Eh.. 5 times a day."

A: "Jesus— sounds like ya need a new key ring! Maybe I can buy ya a new one if ya really don't wanna talk to 'em that much. I think I have enough cash to."

W: "Eh, no need, i think I'll be fine as long as your here."

A: "Awww, thanks, bud! Tell ya what, later today we can go hang out! Might relieve your stress a bit, ya know?"

W: "Yeah, maybe.."

A: "Hmmm.. ya know what, maybe later I'll go ahead and talk to that Sammy guy. See what he's like, get to know 'em, talk to 'em, potentially befriend him—"

W: "Alrighty, no need to get ahead of yourself. But are ya sure? That guy can make ya hurt real bad within only 3 minutes if he's feelin' angry enough."

A: "I can talk to 'em fine, I'm sure he wouldn't do somethin' like that. Beatin' people up in a wo— wait, does he beat you up?"

W: "Wha— no, I meant in your heart. He might aim for ya weak spots without even knowin'. I tell ya, the guys already called me a moron several times already."

A: "Oh, good, good— was about to get real worried there. Hmm.."

W: "What'ay.. what'aya doin?"

A: "Thinkin', why?"

W: "...heh, yeah, that should've been obvious. I just wasn't expectin' ya to make that pose."

A: "Eh, most people don't expect a lot of things out of me. Anyway, I'll go ahead and find ya whenever I'm done with that Sammy guy your talkin' about."

W: "Alrighty. Music Department like usual?"

A: "Yep, cya til then, pal!"

W: "Cya, bud, I'm outta here!"

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NOTES: ANDREW APPEARS TO HAVE BEEN APPARENTLY TAKING MEDICATION AT THIS TIME.