Now you will receive us.

You are absolutely fantastic and I'll be forever yours, faithfully. Like seriously, every time I read one of their rps I can actually see Murphy doing and saying everything they write. They're perfect and I'm so glad they give me the time of day-- well gave me the time of day.

My deepest apologies for having disappeared. College and work made me super busy. But anyway, this isn't about me. It's about the fabulous Nikki whom I look up to like woah.

          Laughter.

                    Jokes.

                              Conversations with himself.

A time comes in almost every child's life when they develop an imaginary friend. The friend may seem very real to their creator, but children usually understood that their imaginary friends were not real. Usually. Often the friend would take a tutelary role when played with by a child, but Connor did things a little backwards.

Nine years ago a set of twins were to be brought into the world-- but only one gasped in a breath of life and wailed into the night. Cries only to be joined by the tears of a mourning mother. Raised an only child, Connor pestered his mother often asking about his absent father or why she wouldn't talk about the day he was born. She would always wave him away and tell him to go make something of himself. "Go play or read or something." He'd hear on a daily basis.

Alone, Connor would let his imagination get the best of him. When you don't have anyone to talk to, you can always make someone to talk to. His "friend" would come to him in the form of a young boy, the same age as himself. The two were exact in height and oddly resembled one another.

A little brother. That's what he created. Someone to look after. Someone to play with. Someone to pick on. Someone to share with. Mom would yell at him anytime he talked to or about his made up brother around her. Something he thought he'd never understand.

I swear

at least

once a week

I've got something making me ill