Klaus opened the letter he had found in his mailbox. Surprisingly, it was in his younger brother's, Elias', handwriting. It had been sometime since his brother had contacted him due to the extreme growth of the cartooning company they started with their oldest brother about five to six years back.
It was a great five years for him, doing something he loved with a passion—however, Klaus was to leave early due to gaining an offer to teach art classes at a school, which he had been wanting for a long time. And here he was, grading artworks from his class and opening the letter he held in his hand.
He took the letter out, a little surprised by the almost note looking paper. It was small and nothing fancy—which was rather strange for his younger brother, but Klaus pushed it aside. Elias was a great animator, so he was most likely busy when he was writing this. He could tell by the way it was written.
'Klaus,
It's been a while, hasn't it? About half a decade has gone by, the years slip away fast, don't they? Anyway, I was wondering if you could drop by one day. Everyone misses you and there are a few new people who I'd like to introduce you to. Believe it or not, there is actually someone who looks just like Lizzy, and her name is Elizabet Hart—but we all call her Liz, isn't that funny?
I really want you to meet her, she's like the real life version of Lizzy! So, please come by when you have a chance!
—Elias'
Klaus smiled at the paper. Lizzy was one of the many characters he created when working for the Goldstein cartooning company. She was known as Lizzy Heart, an angel who loved to sing and dance. She, alongside Klaus' favorite and most loved, Randy(Or Serge) and Teddy, had all sorts of adventures—most of which he had come up with and had Elias and their older brother animate, which ended up being quite popular.
How could he not go to this? He was one of them owners, visiting what he owned shouldn't be surprising. Plus, there was nothing planned for him. The school he taught in was on break, so Klaus knew nothing would be happening during this week.
Why not? He smiled to himself and stretched. It was early in the morning anyway, so he could go right now since he really had nothing better to do. Standing up, Klaus went to get his phone and coat, putting his shoes and grabbing his keys. The studio wasn't actually to far from where he lived, which was in an apartment about ten to twenty minutes away, but he hadn't gone over there in years since the school he taught at was in the other direction.
I wonder what Elias has been up to, it's not like him to send a letter the size of a note—he usually sends a large fancy letter explaining everything he's done. Klaus began to slightly worry about his younger brother. Yes, Elias was old enough—and completely capable—to take care of himself, but as an older sibling, the worry flowed through his body slowly.
Elias is fine, he's not a child. Klaus placed a hand on his head for a moment. Worrying about his younger brother over nothing shouldn't be his concern. The only thing on his mind should be actually entering the building in front of him.
He looked up, his eyes widening in surprise. When did the building become so worn down? It looked as if it had been there for over thirty years! Last he checked, the building—called "Goldstein Cartoons"—was no older then about twelve; maybe eleven. The area around it looked a little run down as well, there were pretty much no people in the street and Klaus felt as if a murder could be waiting for him to lower his guard at any given moment.
He took a deep breath. No, he had to do this—for all he knew, this could be what the back of the studio looked like(Which was where he was from habit), and the front could be much better looking. His hand reached for the door and he opened it, entering the quiet building. Although having quiet was nice, this was an animation studio, there should be the sound of something happening no matter what it is.
Klaus looked around. The place was falling apart; holes in the walls that were poorly boarded up, black and heavy ink stained the floors, giant pipes of the same black ink were put on the ceiling. Just what had this place been through?
