[Y/N]

 "Hello everyone. So it has been about twenty years since Henry adopted me. In that time period, he taught me how to draw, animate, and dance. He also said that my singing voice reminded him of my mother. I miss Mom." I say out loud, unaware of me breaking the fourth wall.

I then look over to my father Henry and smile. "Dad, do you miss it? Animating and creating stuff for kids?" I ask watching him. Seeing him shrug sort of answered that question. Guess he didn't quite miss it. He must of missed his friends of course. I felt my (e/c) eyes narrow a little realizing just how much him leaving the studio killed him. The fact that he seemed to get nostalgic whenever he taught her how to draw or animate, looked like a good indicator that he liked the job just not the place he worked.

Whistling a jolly little tune, I walk outside, hearing the mail truck arrive.  Smiling and waving at the mail carrier, I see several pieces of mail: a box or two, and an envelope with Henry's name on it. Bounding back into the house, I hand over the envelope.

Henry

Seeing {y/n} grow up into a fine young woman made me smile. She reminded me of her mother, mostly in her temperament and voice skills. Especially her voice. It always made things nostalgic whenever she would sing for school events. Also her personality. She could be sweet but also bite you with a fury untamed.

Hearing the door open up again, I notice that {Y/N} had several packages, including an ink stained envelope. Grabbing the envelope, I start to read out what it said.

"Dear Henry,

It seems like a lifetime since we worked on cartoons together. 30 years really slips away doesn't it? If you're back in town, come visit the old workshop. There's something I need to show you.

Your Best Pal, Joey Drew."

Rolling my eyes, I tap my foot. "This is odd. Why would he contact me now? This is too much of a coincidence. Really weird." I murmur while watching how your head tilts to the side.. "Do you want to come with me?" I ask before seeing you nod your head.