#children of the corn fields of terror

[confusedhomicidalrage]

[thornonthevine]

(this is a long list, take your time) Characters reacting too:

Someone pinching their cheeks

Someone playing with their hair

Someone playfully hitting them

Someone asking to date them

ONLY DOING THE KIDS CUZ I GOT LAZY

Pinching there cheek

Isaac: *he would smack your hand away and death glare at you*

Malachi: *he would move away from you and give you an angry confused look*

Micah: *he would blush and gently move your hand away*

Mordecai: *would smile and do it back*

Jeremiah: *he would chuckle and forget about it moments later*

Eli: *would squirm away and whine*

Joshua: *he would blush and hug you afterwards*

Josiah: *hes confused but found it a little bit comforting*

Ezekiel: *would basically do that same as Josiah*

Gabriel: *your dead*

Matt: *he would be confused and would gently do it back to you*

Abel: *he's gonna bite you.*

Playing with there hair

Isaac: *he hates it. He would squirm away and dramatically fix his hair*

Malachi: *doesn't mind it IF YOU ASK. He would let you make it last for a few seconds and that’s it*

Micah: *he would stand there and let it happen. He would give you a confused little cute look and waits for you to stop*

Mordecai: *he would look at you like this 🙂 and would wait for you to be done when you are he hugs you..good luck trying to get him to let go.*

Jeremiah: *hes a bit confused at first but finds it comforting after get used to it and would probably play with yours as well*

Eli: *hes very confused but gets use to it quickly and doesn’t really have a reaction when you do it after the 6th try*

Joshua: *HE LOVES THAT SO MUCH 😭😭 he’s like a dog when they get headpats he literally loves when anyone does anything with his hair*

Josiah: *hes confused…just confused*

Ezekiel: *kinda likes it and finds it nice*

Gabriel: *he just looks at you with a smug smirk while you do it*

Matt: *hes like joshua ngl he loves you sm*

Abel: *well…he likes it??…I think.*

Someone playfully hitting them

Isaac: *he would look at you in disgust and disbelief he would yell at you and tell you to never do that again.*

Malachi: *…he’s malachi what do you expect*

Micah: *hes confused and hurt. He would look at you and ask why you would do that when you tell him it was a playful hit hes still confused and just sits there in silent*

Mordecai: *he just looks at you and would tilt his head wondering why would you try to hurt him? When you realize he’s confused you ask him what’s wrong and he tells you that you tried to hurt him when you reassure him your just playing around he would giggle and playfully and gently hit you back*

Jeremiah: *he chuckles and playfully hits you back..it might just turn into a play fight*

Eli: *he would look at you with confused little eyes and would scoot away from you upset you hit him..when you tell him your joking he would lighten up a little bit and would scoot back next to you*

Joshua: *hes confused at first but gets the gist of it fast and would also playfully hit you back as well but he makes sure it’s gentle and would ask he he actually hurts you after*

Josiah: *he looks at you and would quietly ask why you would do that when you tell him it’s a joke he would just say “oh.” And would go back to whatever he’s doing*

Ezekiel; *lowkey does the same thing as josiah*

Gabriel; *your so funny for thinking your getting away with that!!!*

Matt: *hes confused..well more sad when confused he would ask why would you do that and when you explain it’s a joke he would still be confused..it would probably just go into a spiral of him asking questions*

Abel: *he would smile and would playfully bite you*

Them getting asked out on a date

Isaac: *he would look at you up and down and denies.*

Malachi: *he looks at you with confusion and he would shake his head no and would ignore you*

Miach: *he would probably ignore you*

Mordecai: *hes very confused. He would ask why you wanna date him and when you say your reasons he just looks at you and hugs you..his answer is yes*

Jeremiah: *he smiles and says “really?” He blushes and most likely says yes*

Eli: *your getting ignored*

Joshua: *he would say “I’ll think about it” and forgets about it*

Josiah: *no..that’s all your getting from him*

Ezekiel *he would try to date you. I don’t really think he likes all that dating stuff tho*

Gabriel: *this smug little flirty basterd. He would flirt with you for a few minutes and then would probably say yes*

Matt: *he would say yes but in a confused type way*

Abel: *no*

[horrorgirlblog]

[esqueletosgays]

CHILDREN OF THE CORN V: FIELDS OF TERROR (1998)

Director: Ethan Wiley Cinematography: David Lewis

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[roxysretrodrive-in]

Poll: Horror Movie Rentals Part 5: Where'd This Kid Come From?

Welp, you're back at the movie rental store after having slacked off all week and neglected to do anything to stop this loop you appear to be stuck in.

Worse still, now there's a kid hanging out in the aisle with you. You obviously don't want this responsibility and try to sneak away to the horror section, but the kid follows and you appear to be stuck with him. Hoping that this is merely a temporary sidekick situation and not some inexplicable long lost child of yours, you check out this week's selection.

Nine VHS tapes sit before you, ready for renting. Maybe you feel like revisiting a beloved favorite. Maybe you want to check out something you've never seen before...

All are the fifth entry in their respective series... including one that never got a VHS release but you've already stopped questioning things.

Part 1, Part 2: Return of the VHS, Part III: The Weird One, Part 4: The Final Return

[deathontheroad]

Sooo, Ì went through my thousands of notes on my notepad on my phone and I found some of old entities that I made. Like I always do when I come across old work, I decided to do some touches, added a few things, changed others, yada yada.

Because I like to talk about my silly and weird-a$$ creatures, let me introduce you to them :3

Lucky is a shadowy humanoid entity with cow features such as horns, ears and tail, it is a tall and lanky figure . On its right ear, it has an ear tag with "X 152" written on it. It is very friendly and gentle, mostly appearing at night in the middle of a herd or in front of the barn — if there's one — and rarely at daylight. It can scare predators such as foxes and wolves away since its towering form frightens them.

It can be a sign of a soon-to-be sick animal due to it being able to sense when animals are unwell or about to become sick. It can be incredibly persistent and stubborn at times. When departing, it may leave one or two tokens at the doorstep or porch. These tokens can be anything, commonly small and smooth pebbles, bits of shining metal, delicate wildflowers, or even colorful feathers.

It was believed by townfolk that Lucky could never be angered and was thought to have an everlasting patience. However, this was proven false after an accident that happened in 1978, following the arrival of a particularly harsh winter.

Moryn is an entity with a thin, bony frame, approximately weighting 250 lbs. I could go on to describe his appearance, but there are images for a reason. He is a trickster and a master of deception, enjoying causing chaos and terror, especially to children. He is highly intelligent with a photographic memory, allowing him to remember his surroundings with details and remember his victims for years. He particularly enjoys the taste of human flesh and will go to great lengths to lure his target into his grasp. He is fiercely territorial and will not hesitate to eliminate anyone that threatens his home or his existence.

Despite his aggressiveness, Moryn can be a very chill and laid-back guy when he's not out for blood. He most often lives inside barns without the farmer's awareness, living among the animals comfortably. He hides there in the day and comes out at night. While he seems to always be stuck in a smile, only the corner of his mouth can actually frown.

He is a patient hunter, waiting in fields for days or even weeks to catch his prey. His massive strength surpasses that of a human, easily overpowering and feasting on them. He uses his surroundings to his advantage, ambushing his victims in tall cornfields when they least expect it.

Ignoring Moryn — as in pretending to be all tough and fearless — is not an option, for he will only become more persistent and aggressive, leading to an even more gruesome death. Having a dog around is the only defense against him as he fears canines and will not come close if one is present. Moryn loves corn on the cob and goes crazy when he gets his hand on them.

[pingnova]

proposals for spn episodes based on my life that don't rely on appropriation and misinformation

a family has written the name of every member in their massive old Bible from the Finnish homelands for centuries and the boys can't get rid of the ghost any other way but striking their name from the book.

there's something about corn fields that occasionally causes people to go missing in them. children are warned away, especially at night, but nobody can seem to pinpoint what this creature is. it almost seems like the plot of overworked land imbued with hundreds of years of blood sweat and tears is the creature itself. the boys find some recently missing people, but this isn't a case they put to rest. this is one of those forces you just live with.

a small town woman is flagged for reporting her concerns about her elderly neighbor. she keeps seeing a man standing in her front window looking menacing and hearing things being thrown. the little old lady supposedly lives alone. the boys find that the old lady is living in nearly perfect harmony with the somewhat violent ghost of a previous tenant. he likes looking out the front window, he's just grumpy. he throws shoes and books sometimes, but never the old lady or her fine china. she gives him a scolding every once in awhile but they are both lonely, the lady with family that never visits, so they keep each other company. Sam and dean send the ghost peacefully along and bring the old lady's family over to finally visit.

a woman's massive collection of Elvis memorabilia accidentally collects enough power from her years of devotion to manifest an Elvis apparition which goes on to terrorize the town by randomly appearing in her vicinity

on a typical ghost case, the boys accidentally run into the graveyard caretaker for once. the guy knows exactly what they're talking about but threatens to shoot if they don't give him a heads up next time. the guy brings them to his farmhouse for coffee and shows all of the graveyard records, with his own notes about resulting ghosts, and the boys notice a pattern that points towards something wider going on. the caretaker wouldn't know, this is his only graveyard, lol.

[rockislandadultreads]

Libby Spotlight: eAudiobook Hallow-Reads

Anna Dressed in Blood by Kendare Blake (read by August Ross)

Cas Lowood has inherited an unusual vocation: He kills the dead.

So did his father before him, until he was gruesomely murdered by a ghost he sought to kill. Now, armed with his father's mysterious and deadly athame, Cas travels the country with his kitchen-witch mother and their spirit-sniffing cat. They follow legends and local lore, destroy the murderous dead, and keep pesky things like the future and friends at bay.

Searching for a ghost the locals call Anna Dressed in Blood, Cas expects the track, hunt, kill. What he finds instead is a girl entangled in curses and rage, a ghost like he's never faced before. She still wears the dress she wore on the day of her brutal murder in 1958: once white, now stained red and dripping with blood. Since her death, Anna has killed any and every person who has dared to step into the deserted Victorian she used to call home.

Yet she spares Cas's life.

This is the first volume of the "Anna" series.

The Corn Maiden and Other Nightmares by Joyce Carol Oates (read by Adam Verner)

An incomparable master storyteller in all forms, Joyce Carol Oates spins six imaginative tales of suspense in The Corn Maiden and Other Nightmares.

“The Corn Maiden” is the gut-wrenching story of Marissa, a beautiful and sweet eleven-year-old girl with hair the color of corn silk. Taken by an older girl from her school who has told two friends in her thrall of the Indian legend of the Corn Maiden, in which a girl is sacrificed to ensure a good crop, Marissa is kept in a secluded basement and convinced that the world has ended. Marissa’s seemingly inevitable fate becomes ever more terrifying as the older girl relishes her power, giving the tale unbearable tension with a shocking conclusion.

In “Helping Hands,” published here for the first time, a lonely woman meets a man in the unlikely clutter of a dingy charity shop and extends friendship. She has no idea what kinds of doors she may be opening.

The powerful stories in this extraordinary collection further enhance Joyce Carol Oates’s standing as one of the world’s greatest writers of suspense.

The Turn of the Screw by Henry James (read by Simon Vance)

A very young woman's first job: governess for two weirdly beautiful, strangely distant, oddly silent children, Miles and Flora, at a forlorn estate... An estate haunted by a beckoning evil. Half-seen figures who glare from dark towers and dusty windows- silent, foul phantoms who, day by day, night by night, come closer, ever closer. With growing horror, the helpless governess realizes the fiendish creatures want the children, seeking to corrupt their bodies, possess their minds, own their souls. But worse-much worse - the governess discovers that Miles and Flora have no terror of the lurking evil. For they want the walking dead as badly as the dead want them.

The Winter People by Jennifer McMahon (read by Cassandra Campbell)

West Hall, Vermont, has always been a town of strange disappearances and old legends. The most mysterious is that of Sara Harrison Shea, who, in 1908, was found dead in the field behind her house just months after the tragic death of her daughter.

Now, in present day, nineteen-year-old Ruthie lives in Sara's farmhouse with her mother, Alice, and her younger sister. Alice has always insisted that they live off the grid, a decision that has weighty consequences when Ruthie wakes up one morning to find that Alice has vanished. In her search for clues, she is startled to find a copy of Sara Harrison Shea's diary hidden beneath the floorboards of her mother's bedroom. As Ruthie gets sucked into the historical mystery, she discovers that she's not the only person looking for someone that they've lost. But she may be the only one who can stop history from repeating itself.

[ruknowhere]

Grace

for Darlene Wind and James Welch

I think of Wind and her wild ways the year we had nothing to lose and lost it anyway in the cursed country of the fox. We still talk about that winter, how the cold froze imaginary buffalo on the stuffed horizon of snowbanks. The haunting voices of the starved and mutilated broke fences, crashed our thermostat dreams, and we couldn’t stand it one more time. So once again we lost a winter in stubborn memory, walked through cheap apartment walls, skated through fields of ghosts into a town that never wanted us, in the epic search for grace.

Like Coyote, like Rabbit, we could not contain our terror and clowned our way through a season of false midnights. We had to swallow that town with laughter, so it would go down easy as honey. And one morning as the sun struggled to break ice, and our dreams had found us with coffee and pancakes in a truck stop along Highway 80, we found grace.

I could say grace was a woman with time on her hands, or a white buffalo escaped from memory. But in that dingy light it was a promise of balance. We once again understood the talk of animals, and spring was lean and hungry with the hope of children and corn.

I would like to say, with grace, we picked ourselves up and walked into the spring thaw. We didn’t; the next season was worse. You went home to Leech Lake to work with the tribe and I went south. And, Wind, I am still crazy. I know there is something larger than the memory of a dispossessed people. We have seen it.

-Joy Harjo “Grace” from In Mad Love and War

[confusedhomicidalrage]

[thornonthevine]

uh oh...I accidentally broke one of Isaac's legs, he's now in crutches! What do the others do?

Malachi: *would help him with stuff trying not to laugh*

Micah: *would also help him get around with them and would basically act like his servant*

Mordecai: *same thing with micah*

Jeremiah: *is NOT helping him and is laughing at him failing to get around*

Eli: *also acts like his damn servant and would act like Isaac is on his damn deathbed*

Josiah: *doesn't care*

Ezekiel: *isn’t helping but finds the others laughing at him to be rude*

Gabriel: *THATS LITERALLY HIS SON. He helps him with everything and shit like that*

Matt: *is forced to do the same*

Abel: *if anon didn't break his leg he definitely did.*

[mybeautifulchristianjourney]

Job: Judgment for the Wicked

1 Why, seeing times are not hidden from the Almighty, do they that know him not see his days? 2 Some remove the landmarks; they violently take away flocks, and feed thereof. 3 They drive away the ass of the fatherless, they take the widow’s ox for a pledge. 4 They turn the needy out of the way: the poor of the earth hide themselves together. 5 Behold, as wild asses in the desert, go they forth to their work; rising betimes for a prey: the wilderness yieldeth food for them and for their children. 6 They reap every one his corn in the field: and they gather the vintage of the wicked. 7 They cause the naked to lodge without clothing, that they have no covering in the cold. 8 They are wet with the showers of the mountains, and embrace the rock for want of a shelter. 9 They pluck the fatherless from the breast, and take a pledge of the poor. 10 They cause him to go naked without clothing, and they take away the sheaf from the hungry; 11 which make oil within their walls, and tread their winepresses, and suffer thirst. 12 Men groan from out of the city, and the soul of the wounded crieth out: yet God layeth not folly to them. 13 They are of those that rebel against the light; they know not the ways thereof, nor abide in the paths thereof. 14 The murderer rising with the light killeth the poor and needy, and in the night is as a thief. 15 The eye also of the adulterer waiteth for the twilight, saying, No eye shall see me: and disguiseth his face. 16 In the dark they dig through houses, which they had marked for themselves in the daytime: they know not the light. 17 For the morning is to them even as the shadow of death: if one know them, they are in the terrors of the shadow of death. 18 He is swift as the waters; their portion is cursed in the earth: he beholdeth not the way of the vineyards. 19 Drought and heat consume the snow waters: so doth the grave those which have sinned. 20 The womb shall forget him; the worm shall feed sweetly on him; he shall be no more remembered; and wickedness shall be broken as a tree. 21 He evil entreateth the barren that beareth not: and doeth not good to the widow. 22 He draweth also the mighty with his power: he riseth up, and no man is sure of life. 23 Though it be given him to be in safety, whereon he resteth; yet his eyes are upon their ways. 24 They are exalted for a little while, but are gone and brought low; they are taken out of the way as all other, and cut off as the tops of the ears of corn. 25 And if it be not so now, who will make me a liar, and make my speech nothing worth? — Job 24 | Authorized King James Version (AKJV) The Holy Bible: Authorized King James Version; Cambridge University Press, the Crown’s patentee in the UK. All rights reserved. Cross References: Genesis 16:12; Exodus 22:26; Deuteronomy 19:14; 1 Samuel 1:6; Job 3:13; Job 5:3; Job 5:14; Job 6:27-28; Job 9:23-24; Job 10:4; Job 18:17; Job 18:20; Job 22:26; Job 27:4; Job 29:12; Job 31:9; Job 31:39; Psalm 10:8; Psalm 37:10; Isaiah 16:10; Isaiah 28:19; Matthew 6:19; Acts 1:7; James 5:4

[tired-biscuit]

When I was in middle school I watched children of the corn by accident too and the next day we had a corn maze field trip with the school and I spent the entire time so petrified but I couldn't explain the movie to my friends because I was 12 and didn't know how to properly express the terror I felt. I also worked for a haunted corn maze later on when I was like 17 and watched a dude die so. Not entirely incorrect about being sort of scared of them as a child I guess huh. Just had to play the long game.

this is actually so scary, what 🥲 i’m so sorry

[xasha777]

In a realm woven from the threads of countless climates and epochs, there was an entity as old as time itself, known in whispers as the Harbinger of the Seasons. Legend had it that this being held the power to bend the weather to its will, wielding the knowledge of the great climatologist Wladimir Köppen, whose works on climate classification were etched into the Harbinger's very soul.

The Harbinger had no name but many faces, and it dwelled in the Citadel of Seasons—a colossal fortress that stretched into the skies, its spires reaching for the clouds like hands pleading for mercy. The fortress was a place where the weather never remained constant, storms brewed in one tower while sunrays kissed the bricks of another.

One dreary evening, a tempest like no other clawed at the citadel walls. The Harbinger stirred from its throne, sensing an imbalance in the natural order. Within the swirling maelstrom, it saw the disrupted spirits of climates past, riled by the ignorance of men who trifled with the natural world.

Clad in a cloak as dark as the storm clouds above, the Harbinger descended from its tower, the colossal spiked halo that crowned its head—a relic bearing the intricate knowledge of Köppen—gleamed with a ghostly light. Its face, if one could call it that, was a canvas of death, white and featureless save for the burning orange eyes that mirrored the soul's fire within.

Through the fields of sunflowers that oddly thrived in the ever-changing climate of the citadel grounds, the Harbinger walked, its presence wilting the vibrant yellow petals to ash. The city beyond the fields lay silent, the citizens within too fearful to gaze upon the herald of their doom.

The Harbinger reached out, touching the ground with fingers as pale as bone, and the earth trembled. From the soil rose the spirit of Wladimir Köppen, bound to the Harbinger's will. "What ails the balance?" it demanded, its voice echoing with the rustle of leaves and the roar of ocean waves.

"The children of this era have forgotten," whispered Köppen's spirit, his voice a haunting lament. "They have forsaken the sacred cycles, the harmony of heat and cold, wet and dry. They have brought this upon themselves."

The Harbinger nodded, understanding the plight. With a single motion, it raised its haloed head towards the heavens, summoning the might of climates from every corner of the earth. A vortex of snowflakes collided with the desert's scorch, monsoons clashed with droughts, and all the while, the sunflowers burned like candles at the feet of the Harbinger.

"This shall be their reckoning," it proclaimed. "But also their salvation. For in fear, they shall remember, and in despair, they shall learn."

The city's inhabitants watched as the climate warred with itself above them, the sky a canvas of chaos painted by the Harbinger's touch. It was a horror to behold, yet within the terror lay a message—an epitaph for what could be lost and a prophecy of what might yet be saved if mankind heeded the warning of the Harbinger of the Seasons.

[reiding-writing]

hi red !! i'm sending through a rec for your climacteric event hehehehe <3

spencer reid x fem!reader with the colour prompts red 1 ("You're bleeding."), green 2 ("You're safe here, I promise."), and purple 1 ("You know you're my best friend, right?") please? LOVE YOU LOADS RAHHHH

SCARECROWS [CLIMACTERIC]

1. “You’re bleeding.”

2. “You’re safe here, I promise.”

1. “You know that you’re my best friend, right?”

WARNINGS: reader injury, blood duh, mentions of being stabbed <3

spencer reid x reader || hurt/comfort || 1.6k || event page!!

a/n: you adding the direct quotes made my job so much easier in finding them rip 😭 thanks for the request ml <333

main masterlist!! ⋆｡°✩ event masterlist!!

Sometimes you wondered why you joined the FBI.

If by making one different decision you’d be in a completely different career in a different part of the country with a husband and children living in a two story house with a white picket fence.

Spencer would probably fill you in on the butterfly effect, how a single flap of a butterfly’s wings could change the trajectory of the wind and spin into a tornado, or in your case, leave you stranded and unarmed in an overgrown cornfield with your only company being the crows flying overhead.

It was arguably, definitely, your fault, but what were you supposed to do when the unsub was running off into the night after you’d finally tracked him down.

He’d slipped under the radar for too long, you weren’t going to let it happen again.

Though you weren’t going to lie, you were starting to regret not waiting for the rest of the team.

How were you supposed to know that the welfare check you were sent on would turn into a chase?

They were twelve minutes out last time you checked. You didn’t have signal anymore, who knew how close they were now.

All you knew was that you were a sitting duck with an empty magazine in an unfamiliar location with a light level so low you could barely see your own feet.

You’d lost the unsub a good few minutes ago, and you weren’t about to stand around with nothing to protect yourself with, so you started running back the way you came, hopeful that it would bring you out back at the farmhouse, with floodlights and a phone signal.

You weren’t that lucky.

You never were.

—

“Oh my god—“ Emily sounds like she’s seen a ghost as she cups her left hand over her mouth, her right lowering to her side until her gun is limply resting in her fingers.

Her face is a mix of relief, astonishment and absolute horror, and as the team follow her gaze they mirror one by one until the whole group is frozen in abject shock.

You were alive, thank god, but you were also stumbling backwards out of the corn field like a final girl in a horror movie, completely disheveled and torn up with your attention completely focused on the rows of stalks in front of you like you were afraid something was going to pop out and finish you off.

The sight was enough for Spencer to feel like he was going to throw up his stomach, although whether out of relief or anxiety he wasn’t exactly sure.

Either way he was pocketing his gun and practically sprinting in your direction the second he got a full view of you, no care for what you were running from in his mind whatsoever.

At least you were okay.

“Hey-” His hand barely grazes over your shoulder before your instincts kick in and you swing your elbow outwards with the intent of sending it straight into his face.

It hits him directly underneath his nose, sending his neck back sharply to stop any worse injury occurring under the force of your arm.

It doesn’t deter him though, and he doesn’t so much as even cover his nose from the pain as he takes your arms in his hands to swivel you in his direction so that you can see that you aren’t in danger.

“Hey- Hey, it’s just me you’re okay, you’re safe here I promise,”

The flicker of absolute terror in your eyes makes him swear his heart is going to shatter, and even as he watches it fizzle out under the realisation that he wasn’t someone to be afraid of that small pit in his stomach didn’t disappear.

You looked bad.

Your hands were grazed and raw, you were covered in mud, half of your shirt had been ripped from the hem and tied around your left thigh — presumably as some sort of makeshift bandage, and you were so much paler than you usually were, all of the colour completely drained from your face until you looked almost translucent under the mix of moonlight and blared foglights.

“You’re bleeding— Did I do that? I’m sorry—” You reach up your hand towards and he swerves to take it in his own with a shake of his head, clasping his fingers gently around your shaking palms, careful not to irritate the angry red covering them.

“Don’t worry about me, are you okay? What happened?” His eyes roam anxiously over your frame, lingering specifically on the torn piece of fabric around your thigh that is slowly but surely turning from a charcoal grey to a dark maroon the longer you stand talking.

“I- He ran and- and I followed him and then I lost him and- I don’t- He doubled back on me and I didn’t-” Half of the words coming out of your mouth were almost completely incoherent, and he could see your pupils refusing to dilate even under the direct beam of one of the SUVs’ headlights.

“Okay okay, calm down, take a breath for a second,” Spencer gives your arms a small squeeze to cut off your attempt at an explanation, glancing over your shoulder where the team is still grouped together, with Morgan and Hotch on the phone — presumably for an ambulance and some backup respectively— and the others watching you cautiously, unsure whether they should join in on Spencer’s examination of your health.

“How did you hurt your leg?” You follow Spencer’s gaze downwards towards your thigh, and it’s like the second your eyes recognise what it is you completely loose control of all of your motor functions from waist down.

“Woah—” Spencer takes the sudden change in your weight distribution in his stride, or at least he tries to, shifting his arms underneath your armpits to stop you from hitting the ground underneath you and supporting your weight with his own as he stumbles a few steps backwards. “Guys—”

Emily is at your side immediately, alleviating some of your weight onto herself so the two of them can hold you upright.

“He had a weapon…” You wince under the searing pain in your leg, the adrenaline wearing off fast and hard now that your body knows it’s no longer in danger.

“What kind of weapon?” The concern seeps from Spencer’s voice to soak into your skin, leaving your heart to accelerate under the knowledge that you were injured bad.

“A uh… fork, like a gardening fork… He stabbed me with it…” Although more coherent now, your voice was slowly fading into small mutters and whispers, like the exhaustion in your body was catching up to your mind and making even your tongue too languished to move. “I’m really tired…”

“Hey no- not yet-” Emily shakes her head with a conviction. “There’s an ambulance on the way, you have to stay awake until then,”

“But…”

“Emily‘s right, stay awake you’ll be fine,” Spencer sounds like he’s more trying to convince himself than you as him and Emily support your weight back towards the cluster of SUVs, and the added weight of your head resting against his shoulder doesn’t help his anxiety whatsoever. “Hey, come on…”

He lifts his shoulder slightly to shift your head and you let out a soft noise of discontentment. “I’m awake I’m awake, just conserving my energy…”

“Just keep your eyes open okay?”

You give him a small hum as the two of them sit you down on the hood of one of the cars, and Emily leaves you in Spencer’s care to check with Morgan on the arrival of the ambulance.

“You know that you’re my best friend, right?” You turn your head a little further into Spencer’s shoulder as he becomes the sole pillar of your support, blinking slowly in an attempt to keep your eyes open.

“Don’t say that to me right now,” He shakes his head with furrowed eyebrows, a dark line forming between his eyes as the skin pinches together in his worry.

“But you are though,”

“You can remind me of that after you’re in the hospital,”

“I hate hospitals,” You let out a small, fatigued huff, rolling your eyes at the prospect. “I’m gonna be in there for god knows how long and I just wanna find this guy before he hurts anyone else…”

“Well, he has hurt you, and that’s what’s important right now,” Spencer’s tone contradicts itself between concern and relief. You’re alive, but you’re not in good shape. “We need to make sure that you’re okay before anything else,”

And in an act of holy divination — or just coincidence if Spencer was concerned — right as he mentions making sure that you’re okay the blaring lights of the called ambulance come into view, joined by a shrill, sharp ring that seems to echo over the field.

You all but hobble over to it once it’s parked, successful only in the fact that Spencer is actually supporting more of your weight than you were.

At least he stays by your side the entire time.