The Beast Made of Ink

Chapter 5: The Studio

-Your P.O.V.-

Standing in front of the seemingly never ending greenery, your arms had crossed their way over your chest as you stared into the woods, grateful that you decided to wear your thin and loose F/C penguin printed pajama pants so that no bugs could bite you.

Well, at least you could be grateful about one thing, because guess the fuck what!?

You forgot your refill again.

Growling angrily at yourself for being such a forgetful person (When it comes to your medication at least), you began your walk through the ever green forest.

It was 10:30 when you had finally arrived at the old studio. Or rather, you finally arrived at the supposed entrance to the old studio. Imagine your surprise that once you got there, all you saw was woods. Your heart almost stopped as you began to assume the worst, like the old studio was torn down or something and replaced with some walking trail or national park.

You freaked, fearing the worst as a small anxiety attack has started(Thus your anger for forgetting to get your damn refill). After your little meltdown, you had decided to drive into town and get some answers about the place. When asked about the studio, most people didn't know what the hell you were talking about. Thankfully though, a very elderly woman happened to overhear one of your conversations and was able to give you directions.

Apparently her husband, a man named Wally Franks, used to work there and she had stopped by more than a few times in the past to visit him during his work hours. According to her, he died over 10 years ago. You and her ended up talking for a good 30 minutes. After the conversations and shared sympathy ended, she gave you written directions so you could find your way through the forest to the old studio.

Which brings you to now, as you continued to navigate your way through the thick brush, the bright sun peering past the leaves and downcasting patterns onto your figure. Despite nearing mid-July, the weather was quite nice, to your relief, since you wouldn't be able to handle the heat otherwise with the pants you have on. You were even more shocked to find that there were barely any bugs out. The entrance was full of them! Usually you'd expect an uninhabited forest like this to be full of bugs and animals the deeper you got, but not this one.

When you took notice of the lack of life, you could feel yourself grow nervous. You didn't notice it until now, but this forest was unnaturally quiet. As in there was no noise of a bird singing, or a squirrel rustling. Not even the familiar buzz of mosquitoes or the chirp of a cicada could be heard. The only noises being made was the occasional rustle of leaves and your own footsteps.

It was strange. To find yourself being so nervous in the heart of nature.

Growing up in the countryside with Henry, you had become accustomed to having nature around yourself at all times. Once moving to the big city after his death changed everything. You were never a country girl, but you sure as heck did love nature. Hell, your computer back screen was of the woods which was near your old home. If anything, you were a forest girl. You still have fond memories of you and Henry walking through those woods, chatting and goofing away the entire walk. It saddened you to think that you wouldn't have any more days like that with him...

Quickly, you shook your head back and forth, getting the grief out of your mind. Today wasn't the day to be sad, today was the day to be excited. After all, you were visiting Henry's old workplace! You weren't sure what you were expecting to find, but you didn't care. As long as you found something out about your Grunkle, in your eyes, that's all that mattered. Well, that and possibly figuring out the mystery of that old studio.