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           ❝  lock !  you’re okay !  ❞  the exclamation almost sounds like a scream ,  feet rushing towards the selick boy .  ❝  shock told me you were in jail ,  is that true ?!  ❞  a part of sally knew that his sister was probably joking ,  but still  —  it was hard to tell with lock .  even though the redhead saw him as a good person ,  it was definitely not the case for everyone .   ❝  i almost thought i’d have to  bail you out ,  &  i don’t even have that money !  ❞  /  @dcvilchild

Rainie: Yo, I need your help.

Rainie: I lost my board and I was wondering if you had seen it...

Rainie: It's very important

Lock: yeah, I might've seen a board

Attina: That won't work, Dad knows you weren't with me last night, because I had dinner with him last night.

Attina: Oh, sorry! That was supposed to go to my sister.

Lock: don't you have like fifteen of those or sumn ??

“No, no! I swear I didn’t touch it! Please don’t get mad, it was not me.”

“ y’know you look real guilty for someone who swears they didn’t touch it, and you are the only one around. i dunno ... all signs point to you, anderson. ”

“ shock can be a bit of a bitch when she wants to be, but she’s cool and we get along well enough. yeah, she’s pretty smart too, she just ain’t a leader … that’s what she has me for ! and barrel, barrel’s just annoying as fuck. kind of like that piece of chewed gum that sticks to the bottom of your shoe, y’know ? thing is, i can be mean as hell to that kid, but he’s a bit of a dumbass and he stays ‘round. so, i guess at least he’s loyal. has that going for him. ” 

she placed the vase on the counter as she gripped onto the table top behind her. she opened her mouth, trying to come up with something to say but nothing came out. “she is not my mother,” she spoke, her green eyes flickering towards the boy in her shop. “can you try and be a little more sensitive about this?”

" yeesh, fine, so she’s not your mother. no need to be so damn testy about it. what’s there to be sensitive about anyways ? it’s not like she’s gonna try to kidnap you again. that’d be a bit redundant, don’t you think ? unless you’re worried your parents are going to beg for her to take you back or some shit. can you say plot twist. ”

‘‘You better have a very good reason for interrupting my morning coffee.’‘ 

in light of all the whispers and rumors that had swirled around the man for ages, lock was actually pretty surprised to see the ‘beast’ out in public. lock, shock, and barrel had grown up with the spooky stories about him and he couldn’t even tell you how many times they’d walked by the ashman mansion in hundred acre woods as children. they’d dared each other, and played chicken — who could make it furthest onto the estate without being seen ? ding, dong, ditch was even a halloween favorite for awhile. “ yeah, not really. hey, i thought you were a hermit. ”

Marie settled on to her bed, head resting against white pillows and phone in her hand. She had dimmed the lights and let a random playlist fill the silence in her room. Duchess and her brothers were out for the night so Marie had the whole spacious house to herself. She couldn’t have been happier. Just her, Darling, and a bottle of wine she snuck from her mother’s collection. She was one glass in when she heard the soft creak of the stairs. Marie pulled her cat close to her chest and shifted to sit up in the bed. The door open and a sigh of relief left her lips shortly followed by annoyance. Lock. What little she had set gave the room highlighted his devilish features. She must have forgot to lock the front door when she got home 

The white fluff ball of a cat hissed. Darling left her owners clutch and nestled herself between the brunette and blonde. Blue eyes glaring at the shadow in the doorway. “Could you not call before breaking in?”

“ could’ve, but didn’t feel like it. 'sides, it‘s not my fault your family’s security system is a piece of garbage, ” he tells her, almost disappointed that getting into the bonfamille home wasn’t even the slightest bit of a challenge. with all that actually goes bump in the night — even in this town — you’d think that those in carthay would know better. stupid fuckin’ rich people, he thinks, making a quick mental note of the find and reminding himself to shoot zarina hendricks a text as soon as he was done here. he steps closer, locking the door behind him before he hisses back at the feline. he couldn’t stand the furball — so much so that he’s contemplated throwing it out the window more than once during his late night visits. 

“ so, what’s it going to be, princess. you gonna call cpd on me or are you going to do us both a favor and make some room ? ”

“you might have a dad, but could you even consider him one if he’s not even around? suppose it’s to each their own,” she said using his own words against him. “how do you even know where i live? now you’re the creep but new holland is where you belong,” she spoke calmly even though the girl spent a good amount of her time there anyways. “but yeah, good thing you don’t live there, doesn’t seem like you’d survive. all the business suits and brief cases? god, it must be like the apocalypse for you. poor thing,” she said tilting her head just before he took the box from her. “hey!” the smaller girl couldn’t help but reach out after him, knowing it wasn’t going to do any good. “i don’t have to tell you anything, you didn’t earn the right! and quit with the nicknames, they’re getting redundant.” 

“i know just as much as you do about me, creep. and yeah, i don’t have a dad… so what? loads of people don’t have dads,” she replied back, not letting his words get to her. she knew all he did was talk, his words didn’t mean anything to her. her eyebrows raised, wondering if that was all he’s going to throw at her. everyone knew she didn’t have a dad, it wasn’t news to the blonde. “well i’m glad to be the first, seems like you need to hear it. so if you don’t mind,” the girl picked up the box that she had previously set down. “i’ll just be off being bug-eyed somewhere. ”

almost dropping the vase she was holding, the girl couldn’t quite believe her ears and what rung worse was that he called gothel her mother. “first off, she’s not my mother and second… what do you mean, got out?” 

“ got out. as in ... got out. you know ... left the slammer. the lockup. the cooler. prison. and yeah ... your mother. crazy raised you, didn’t she ? ain’t that shit practically the same ? ‘course it doesn’t sound like she did a very good job. do i need to further define what prison is for ya ?yeesh. ”

she was hardly challenged by anyone in this town, not one single person noticed her other than people that knew her as the daughter of the queen bee at city hall and atta. narrowing her eyes, she couldn’t help but scoff. “well at least someone is, not even your parents seem to be interested,” she dug at him. listening to his words, she grimaced in disgust. “wow, just blasting someone for their physical features, what a dick move. random thought? do you act like a royal douche because no one takes the time to notice anything about you?” 

“lock, open the door, dude!” he speaks through the door, rattling the handle. sometimes, being the youngest sibling means being the resident annoyance. that’s just the way it is. barrel and lock have always had a strange dynamic— their friendship and sense of brotherhood being a little lopsided. unbalanced. still, this never stops barrel from making his way to lock’s room every day once he gets home from school, looking for someone to just hang out with. doing so was a nice break from oogie’s assignments. “am i really that annoying?”

annoyed, lock finally rolls off of his bed and yanks his earbuds from his ear, music tearing loudly through the mess of his room. it’s only a few quick strides to his door, though, and he swears if barrel rattles that handle one more time he’s pushing him down the stairs the very second he gets to him. “ yes, dumbass. if you must know you are. so, what the fuck d’ya want ? ” he asks once he’s finally swung the door open. “ and where the hell is shock ?  go bother her or something. ‘m busy. ”

“this town consists all of five people. it’s not hard to keep tabs on someone who self labels themselves as a snake or a troublemaker. it seems like no one cares enough about you to even call you bad,” she spoke, her blue eyes narrowing at his, just trying to stand her ground. she might be small but she never let anyone walk on her, that she didn’t stand for. “like i said, you gave those names to yourself, it doesn’t mean anything coming from you. people know me just fine,” she said crossing her arms over her chest, hating how he saw the shadow casted on her by her own family. scoffing a bit, she knew she couldn’t let that get to her. “maybe they do,” she owned it because if she did, then he wouldn’t have the power over her. “do people know you apart from your siblings? or are you just one thirds a person? cause right now, your schtick isn’t really coloring me interested.”