#lostlamb; the world is ugly but you’re beautiful to me. —

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note - robbie

Dear Billy,

My pain in the ass. The light of my life. Ect ect yadda yadda.

I’ve never really been one for like…things like this. I kinda overheard your sister have a similar idea—a just in case I died, here’s a letter’ thing, and I thought ‘hey—what we’re doing is dangerous. Maybe she’s right. Maybe this is a smart fucking idea.’

Anyway, Let’s get to the point.

If you’re reading this, lover boy. I’m dead.

I don’t know how I died or what super cool thing I did before dying (it better have been cool, ‘cause then, what’s the point?). Maybe I sacrificed myself to Vecna. Maybe I got eaten by a demo creature. I don’t know—maybe that’s not the point. What I need to get out here is that I…I’m scared, man. Or was, I guess, if I’m dead when you read this. I hope you pulled it out of the back seat of the Camaro and are actually reading it, because knowing you that’s probably where it ended up after I gave it to you. Or you tore it up.

ANYWAY.

I’m scared. I’m scared of what’s happening. I’m scared of losing people. I’m scared that this is just gonna blow up in our faces and I have no idea as to how to deal with it without being more obnoxious than usual. It’s easy to face things head on with a mask—and…even then, maybe it’s not that easy. I’m scared of dying. I’m just, I dunno. Scared. Like i always am.

You’re a good guy, Hargrove. Under that big and scary brute-like exterior, you’re as soft as chewed up bubblegum. I know, ‘cause I’ve seen you at your best and worst, y’know? And no, I didn’t tell anyone that you’re actually a big softie, so don’t go digging up my grave and kicking my corpse’s ass.

I hope you’re alive. I hope you’re reading this. Because if any one of us should get through this, it’s you. You’ve been fighting a long time, and you deserve a good, long life, y’know? I’m just that obnoxious freak from next door—you got more to you then a title like that, right? Imagine me laughing here. I’d be laughing. You should know that by now.

I don't know how Eddie’s holding up (duh, cause I’m dead). But…look out for him, ‘kay? Even in death I’m worried about that feral raccoon of a brother of mine (it’s cool, I’m also a feral raccoon. It runs in the family). Anyway, what I’m getting at is this.

Watch over my brother. Please.

Don’t beat yourself over my death.

It wasn’t your fault. I don’t know if you were there or not but It wasn’t. But knowing you, you might blame yourself. I don’t know. I’m guessing, okay?

If there’s an afterlife, I’ll miss you while I’m there. If not, I’ll still miss you, because I said so.

But anyway, thanks, Billy. Y’know. For loving me. For being there. And just know that I’m always gonna be with you, ‘kay? Even if I’m haunting you for the rest of your life, surfer boy.

Your obnoxiously dead boyfriend,

Robbie.

PS: I put you back in my will so go get my shit out of the trailer asap.

PPS: except what ever eddie took, because he was also on the will and I just said ‘go crazy’ so uh, yeah. Don’t fist fight my brother for my belongings. Thanks.

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𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐞, 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐈'𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮?

ft. @kegkinghargrove | personals do not reblog.

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Though I'm empty when you go, I just wanted you to know—

That the world is ugly, but you're beautiful to me.

Are you thinking of me, like I'm thinking of you?