The Curse of Imagination (English Version)

The Curse Of Imagination

I woke up. I was sitting at the computer. Probably I had fallen asleep during work. I got up and stretched myself, I noticed the alarm clock: it was 9 o'clock in the morning. I noticed that the computer was still on, there were Cuphead and Mugman.

Ah, now I remember, I had to test a beta.

Only that, they looked at me. All the other bosses were facing me too.

Below was an inscription that said... "farewell".

Farewell? Why?

Suddenly, a strange dream came to my mind that I probably made the night before. Bah ... it was just a dream.

I went downstairs to the kitchen and got ready for coffee. I turned on the radio, was tuned to the news of the 9. According to the news, something happened in the county of Hampshire: 7 men and a member of a research team, disappeared in 1930, were found on the street, in a state of confusion.

The authorities are still investigating the incident. Mmh .. curious how certain things happen.

I looked at the clock again, it was late and if I had not to hurry up, I would probably be late for work.

I grabbed my work bag, took the keys and left the apartment. There was a strange silence. I went down the stairs and opened the door.

In front of me, overhung an endless abyss that extended to the horizon. I felt a lump in my throat, my legs were paralyzed. Suddenly, I heard a rustle behind me.

I turned around. I found myself in front of a dark hall. A lamp lit up a drawing table. My breath caught in my throat, I looked down and stared at my palm. It was furrowed by a long, partially scarred wound. He began to ache.

it was not a dream... I wish it was. But at least, they are safe. They are all safe.

I approached the drawing table. On the right side, pencils were placed in order of type.

here was also an old Dixon eraser pack. In the middle, a large white sheet.

Next, to me, a vintage record player played a piano song.

Morton... he was one of the best-known pianists of the time.

I sat down, the chair was very comfortable. I grabbed a pencil.

Besides, a deal is a deal.

..."Toby"... right?

It's a rubber hose cartoon. It does not have to be that hard to animate.

But... If only I had a good cup of...

I did not have time to conclude, a small table appeared on the right with a cup on it.

I grabbed it and brought it to my lips... it was probably the best espresso coffee I ever drank.

I put the cup back and wiped my mouth with a tissue that I often wore with me. I saw tentacles swaying. I returned the pencil and stared at the paper, concentrating on what I had to do.

I sighed and immediately started working,

Besides, I had many drawings to do... a long work was waiting for me.