Greggory

“Makes me uncomfortable seeing children in prayer or whatever. They don’t know what they’re saying. You’re probably effing that kid up for life by doing that to them.”

“But they turned to believe in something that they have no idea is real because it was comforting to them. That there’s some effed up purpose for all the junk happening to them. Made them feel less hopeless, probably.”

He took a turn onto the highway, humming. “But what about people who just follow a religion their whole lives? Like, they were raised in it and just don’t ever leave? That’s pretty messed up, right?”

“Too complicated for me. Hey, where are we going, anyway?”

“I don’t think it should be like that,” he said finally. “Lost everything?”

“Besides, Mom would just give Aunt Mall Cop some shpeal about how I can join her and develop a relationship with god and be forgiven for whatever the hell I stole. Because apparently divine forgiveness covers that in the religious insurance package.”

“There’s food somewhere in the world that I can have. For free.”

He stepped outside, pointing out Bea’s car parked out front. “You know, Mae, not everything’s free. Unfortunately. Give me a world where everything is free though. I’d be down. Bills suck.”

“Maybe not to you. But anything can be free with enough crimes.”

“By enough crimes do you mean the ones that finally get you sent to prison and they force you to eat, sleep, and piss on their schedule?”

“There’s food somewhere in the world that I can have. For free.”

He stepped outside, pointing out Bea’s car parked out front. “You know, Mae, not everything’s free. Unfortunately. Give me a world where everything is free though. I’d be down. Bills suck.”

“I mean, you could take the couch, I guess. I’m sure my dad wouldn’t notice for all of five seconds.”

Mae stood next to the couch, watching Gregg. “So, what crimes exactly? Busting more lights from the Falcon?”

Sitting up again, he fell back against the couch cushions. “I want a butt print couch, dude,” he said wistfully. “Means I wouldn’t have to work so much.”

“And what plans are these exactly that are so important to infringe on my sleep?” Mae couldn’t help the smile that crept onto her face, though.

He dropped onto the couch in the main room and stretched his feet out in front of himself. “What exactly does church smell like?” he asked after a moment. “Mothballs and sweat?”

So he had made his way across town to her house, knocking loudly on the door. “Mae! Maaaaeeeeee! Come on, let’s go do something!”

“Oh. You should’ve brought thin mints with you.”

Night in the Woods has probably got to be one of my new favorite games ever. I fully intend to play it as many times as needed to take every single option throughout the game. Gregg is by far my favorite.

-Nonselective Mae Borowski and Greggory || Penned by Sam and Jansen

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