Henry has dealt with lots of struggles as of recent. The pressure Frankie puts on him to put on shows, plus the difficulty to cope with the fact their trampoline park is on the brink of bankruptcy, along with that stupid ringing of his telephone.

God, how he hated the ringing. Being the rather cartoony-based humanoid he was, his head was based off those old 1950’s kids telephones. White base, little pink wheels on the sides, and a blue telephone connected with a coiled wire. That seemed to be his whole character, being a telephone. And with telephones, came incessant ringing. Today in particular was just driving him mad.

He sat against a wall in his dark blacklight themed area. The darkness did little to soothe him, as constant ringing would be all he could focus on. He gripped his telephone tight in his slim fingers, hitting the phone down in its socket repeatedly. “Be quiet! Stop ringing!” he demanded to himself, frustrated and overwhelmed.