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Wally’s head fizzed with confusion as Henry pressured him to respond. The floor slipped from under Wally. ‘SWaP’ the side of Wally’s shirt began to soak as he found himself on the floor next to a bucket that laid on its side. Using his elbow for balance he managed to sit up. “H-Henry what are you talking about?” he said stumbling over his words. Long legs marched towards the cowering janitor. With a sigh Henry smiled wickedly “You know right, Wally?” Henry bent over, resting his hands on his knees and glaring intensely at Wally.
Darting his eyes around the empty hallway, he returned his focus to Henry. “Mr.Stein if there is anything you want me to keep on a low” he paused clearing his throat and ushered “I would be more than happy to do so.” Henry's smile fell and a grey came over his eyes. He shifted back to his tall stance and held his hand out. The janitors fists tensed and loosened. He took Henry's rough hand and was rocked back on to his feet.
“So you don’t know” Henry replied with a chuckle. Wally squinted and swallowed softly, “Nay”.
Suddenly Henry's repose was replaced with savagery. His breath picked up a short and quick pace. His crow chuckles grooved like a bass. Wally observed the animator in fear.
Soon the deep chuckles roared into mad laughter. Henry boasted in amusement as his laugh boomed throughout the hallway. An arm around his stomach, the laughter slowly halted as he took deep breaths. His face landed on a soft smile and looked at Wally. A weak smile mirrored from Wally as he tried to match Henrys.
The light in the animator's eyes faded once again as a cold scowl grew in. His lips pierced into a frown and his eyebrows covered his eyelids. “I would listen carefully if I were you” he said taking a step towards the janitor. Wally took a step back while Henry insisted on being face to face. He was backed up against a wall and stopped Henry with his hands. Arms raised in front of him he said timidly, “Alright Henry, I’m listening.”
In a quick movement Henry grabbed Wally's wrist harshly, he squeezed it as Wally flinched in discomfort.
Tugging roughly, Wally fought for his wrist but Henry was too sturdy. “HENRY! My god let go!” Wally yelped. Henry only stared as Wally continued to struggle. “What’n the worlds gotten n’to ya!?” With limited choices Wally decided to take action. A scrawny right arm swung straight into Henry's nose, knocking him back a few steps.
Adrenaline dashed Wally down the hall. Henry followed him a few doors down but stopped. The thumping of boots piqued curiosity in some workers and came to investigate. They found Henry at the end of the hall with the least enthusiastic look and heavy breathing.
Henry waved with a scoff, “Go back to work.