Brooklyn Stein, Henry's sister. After she left the studio in 1940 she thought it was all over. Her walls built up, her smile long forgotten...
What happens when one day she gets a letter from her brother's old friend and her boss?
Started: November...
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*~{Brooklyn}~*
I woke up on the cot I've inhabited for the past few days I think? I'm starting to think about Edison. He's gonna run out of food and water.
But knowing him he'll just tear a hole in the dog food. I sat up and noticed that Edgar was with me, still asleep.
I slowly set him down and put the blanket I had over to him as I made my way to the bathroom. I finally got a good luck at myself after being down here for a while.
My once light brown hair was messy and stained with ink. My blue eyes seems lost and confused in all this, and my outfit as well as my arm, that wasn't infected with ink, and my face had ink stains all over them.
My calfs down were completely black from walking through the ink. I looked at my arm again. From my shoulder down was completely sludgy and my fingers seemed to grow into claws.
I looked at the mirror again, but felt the burning in my arm return. The yellow surging in my arm began to spread to face to my eye before a shocking sensation broke out my eye.
"ACK!" I said stumbling backwards. I got up trying to calm my breath. 'Wh-What was that?!' I thought. I got up and looked at myself again.
My eyes seemed to be glowing yellow. I walked out just as Edgar came out of the bedroom. He rubbed his eyes and slumped against me.
"Still tired?" I asked. He nodded not even talking. I picked him up and held him as we went into the main room where Boris and Barley were sitting at the table playing cards while Charley was sitting on a couch where the two had been sleeping.
I looked at Boris but there was a yellow outline around him. He looked like... Wally?! I gasped and shook my head, unknowing my eyes changing back to normal.
"You alright kid? You look like you saw a ghost." Barley said. He and Boris now looking at me. "I think maybe it was just a hallucination." I said.
"I think okay is the day we get out of here. We can't stay in here forever." I said. "Wa- Boris, do you have the lever out?" I asked.
Suddenly his stomach growled. "Ok. Your holding it hostage until you get food?" I said crossing my arms and smiling playfully.
I set Edgar down next to Charley as I looked for any more cans of bacon soup we had. 'Is this really the only thing they have to eat here?' I thought sadly.
I looked at all of them from the hallway as Charley held a sleeping Edgar close to him and Barley and Boris continued their game.
