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"The literal worst. So far you're the nicest."

"He might be the worst, but he helps. He cares. Even if he isn't sure he's doing the right thing."

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"Okay, fine, he doesn't hit me and I get to eat...and I get a bedroom. As in room with a proper bed. Is that a better answer?"

What is this guy like as a parental figure?

Personally I think he's the worst however we ask the thoughts of @antioceas

@ghostsandmirrors

@divisicn

@iblewthewhistle

To weigh in lmao

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"He might be the worst, but he helps. He cares. Even if he isn't sure he's doing the right thing."

What is this guy like as a parental figure?

Personally I think he's the worst however we ask the thoughts of @antioceas

@ghostsandmirrors

@divisicn

@iblewthewhistle

To weigh in lmao

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I knew the danger of playing a game like Baulder's gate 3 and I did it anyway. Is it even a shock I like the pretty elf vampire with white hair?

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Frank carefully unsheathed the blades one by one, running his finger along the sharpened edge until the perfectly honed silver created a thin line of red along his skin.

"They're beautiful. Thanks."

No, he did not forget him or the holidays either. Thus, a lumpy package of dubious content was given to the other. "Here you go." sure, Frank was annoying as fuck sometimes, but he wasn't going to forget him.

Frank blinked in surprise and he slowly started to unwrap the gift, parting the paper carefully. He'd already slipped Danny his gift, a bottle of the top shelf whiskey from the Lodge bar.

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No, he did not forget him or the holidays either. Thus, a lumpy package of dubious content was given to the other. "Here you go." sure, Frank was annoying as fuck sometimes, but he wasn't going to forget him.

Frank blinked in surprise and he slowly started to unwrap the gift, parting the paper carefully. He'd already slipped Danny his gift, a bottle of the top shelf whiskey from the Lodge bar.

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Frank studied the man as he approached, looking irritated. "Hey. You forget something?" He asked, brows lifting in curiosity. Maybe he'd found something out that Frank hadn't known, maybe there was a lead.

"Or are you just here for little old me?"

Frank shook his head as he folded his arms and rested his chin on top of them, looking over at the man. "No, no one left. Mum died, Dad was never really in the picture. You with the cops or the papers?" He asked, as he ruffled his dyed blonde hair, watching as Danny read the report he'd been working on.

He was exhausted, and it hadn't been fun to wake up at almost dinner time to call the police. Of course, there were no prints, no clues. It seemed as though only Clive and Frank had been in the house. "Whoever it was probably didn't even know I was in there. There's stacks of boxes that would have hidden the mattress I sleep on." He told the stranger.

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Animated that one scene from Prey but with Trapper

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Frank watched as the stranger copied his report, in a quick, flowing script. He gestured to the building behind him. "I'll be here. Older kids don't get adopted or fostered quick...I've only got four months to my birthday and then they can toss me to the wolves." He sighed as he studied the words he'd written, offering a wave of his hand as the man stalked away.

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Frank was sat outside in the cold when he saw the man again. There was a vague look of annoyance on his face and Frank wondered if there was a problem with what he'd told the stranger.

The cigarette he was holding curled around him gently. "Well. You look happy. Someone shit in your cereal?"

Frank shook his head as he folded his arms and rested his chin on top of them, looking over at the man. "No, no one left. Mum died, Dad was never really in the picture. You with the cops or the papers?" He asked, as he ruffled his dyed blonde hair, watching as Danny read the report he'd been working on.

He was exhausted, and it hadn't been fun to wake up at almost dinner time to call the police. Of course, there were no prints, no clues. It seemed as though only Clive and Frank had been in the house. "Whoever it was probably didn't even know I was in there. There's stacks of boxes that would have hidden the mattress I sleep on." He told the stranger.

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Frank shook his head as he folded his arms and rested his chin on top of them, looking over at the man. "No, no one left. Mum died, Dad was never really in the picture. You with the cops or the papers?" He asked, as he ruffled his dyed blonde hair, watching as Danny read the report he'd been working on.

He was exhausted, and it hadn't been fun to wake up at almost dinner time to call the police. Of course, there were no prints, no clues. It seemed as though only Clive and Frank had been in the house. "Whoever it was probably didn't even know I was in there. There's stacks of boxes that would have hidden the mattress I sleep on." He told the stranger.

'Fucking hell...not even my own old man was an asshole like this,' a raised brow, taking in the other's injuries. What boggled his mind was, why the absolute fuck did nobody ever run any background checks on people who adopted kids? Well, not that it was really his buisness but damn this guy almost made him look like a fucking saint at this point, and he murdered people for fun.

Yeah, he was probably still shittier than this kid's...former adoptive dad.

"Right," he tentatively accepted the paper with writing. Well, he couldn't really push the kid to talk, and it seemed like he wouldn't have to murder him either since he didn't even know what went on.

His adoptive bastard old man must have truly knocked him out cold long enough for him to have mutilated the body.

"So I'm guessing you have no actual relatives left?"

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It was a regular occurance at this point; being sent out to interview the surviving family members of his victims, to gauge whether they would be additions to the ever growing corpses that amounted in his list.

Last night's victim: some asshole named Clive. A dead beat who, to his knowledge just picked up some random kid in favor of the government checks they always supplied him for taking in the poor sap.

Not that Danny had any empathy; he didn't even realise there was anyone else inside last night aside from Clive, and thus had left without checking to ensure any and all survivors were eliminated.

But, that would be an issue for another day. Not like this kid knew who he was outside of his ghostface attire.

Thus, here he was, as "Jed" from the gazette, wearing a look of concern so fake, one had to really know him to tell something was off.

"Frank Morrison I presume?"

(ok but the discord convo last night gave me an idea for a verse thread im sorry lmao)

Frank looked up at the stranger and he felt his shoulders sag. "You're wasting your time. I didn't hear anything, he'd beaten the shit out of me. I was out cold in the shitty little room he gave me."

He gestured to the livid bruise blossoming over his cheek and left eye, looking down at the writing. "Can I just let you read this? Statement for the police report." He offered weakly.

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"Dweet! Dwight, it's his nickname, you know, it's a...cute thing." Frank turned to look at the vial which was full of something. He shook his head. "That...no, it's just food colouring in some oil, it won't hurt you. I did steal the empty vial from Talbot...but I washed it out real good." He assured Danny, moving to tilt it this way and that. "There's some glitter inside too."

He did not want to have some random 19 year old dropped him, much less also deal with a strange witch, but the entity had different plans. Maybe it was an experiment of sorts that it was conducting, perhaps it was bored.

Either way it did not change the fact that he was here now, with this speedy mc lunatic who just barged into his own space in the fog, and fir the first time, Danny was at a loss on what to do. He wasn't used to taking care of others, so he just observed Frank warily out of the corner of his eyes.

Frank was 'helping' to organise the things that he'd brought to gift to his new friend. Things stolen from survivors, gifted in the times he let people escape. A 'fidget spinner', a vial of some serum, gadgets and gizmos that he placed carefully on a shelf that was empty. He turned to grin at Danny, and gave him a thumbs up. "That Dweet even gave me a game...I don't think it's a real game, though, it's too tiny!"

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online communities are so strange because people slip away so easily. you can be on here for years, folding people you've never met into the fabric of your daily life, and then they disappear, leaving only ghost posts scattered across tumblr behind. or their blog stays dormant, for weeks, months, years, until you're only still following them because you remember that they love sunflowers or they were kind to you when they didn't have to be or the last thing they posted was sad and raw and you still worry about them sometimes.

and sometimes they come back when you least expect it, years later, even, and there's this sudden rush of relief like there you are, there you are, even though you barely knew each other.

there's a strange kind of love to it. i don't know you and i want to hold your hand across miles and time zones and oceans. i can still see the imprint of you in this community you left. you don't anyone will notice or care when you're gone, but we notice and we care and we wish you well.

i hope you're all okay out there. i hope the sun is shining on your face and you are breathing deeply. i miss you.

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He did not want to have some random 19 year old dropped him, much less also deal with a strange witch, but the entity had different plans. Maybe it was an experiment of sorts that it was conducting, perhaps it was bored.

Either way it did not change the fact that he was here now, with this speedy mc lunatic who just barged into his own space in the fog, and fir the first time, Danny was at a loss on what to do. He wasn't used to taking care of others, so he just observed Frank warily out of the corner of his eyes.

Frank was 'helping' to organise the things that he'd brought to gift to his new friend. Things stolen from survivors, gifted in the times he let people escape. A 'fidget spinner', a vial of some serum, gadgets and gizmos that he placed carefully on a shelf that was empty. He turned to grin at Danny, and gave him a thumbs up. "That Dweet even gave me a game...I don't think it's a real game, though, it's too tiny!"

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Welcome back frank and mun ✌︎('ω')✌︎

Thanks! It's good to be back, hope you're doing well

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"Damn, finally found you," Danny had crouched down, peering at Frank who was huddled into a ball in the corner of a locker. It amazed him that he was even able to fit in such a position in the locker, but that wasn't the point.

"What are you hiding from?"

(because of our discord banter lmao)

Frank didn't answer for a long moment and he simply curled a little tighter, his face tucked into his shoulder. He shook his head and didn't bother to answer. A soft sniffle escaped him.