hush now, close your eyes before the sleep

Oh? Hmmm. In that case, maybe we should liven the school up!

Um... Sure. Why not.

Won’t hurt to give it a shot. [Tucking his phone back in his pocket, Peter grabs the radio again in order to turn it in his hands and examine it.] Fixed a microwave before, believe it or not. [He pauses while picking at what seems to be an opening to the workings of the machine inside.] Could’ve blown my entire house down but didn’t, so.

[He opens his mouth, then closes it, opting not to stick to his original comment. Instead he nods, biting his lip. He clears his throat.] But anyway, I mean, it’s not like a radio would explode, right? Microwaves and radios are... different. Radios are less... explode-y.

Thanks! What did I miss while I was gone?

Um. I wasn’t really paying attention, so I don’t think I can answer that. I don’t think anything really important happened though.

I’m Back!

Welcome back.

Anybody lost a pair of red sunglasses? Whoop. Too late. They’re mine now.

Oh. Okay. I was gonna say you could try asking around, but.

[He shakes his head in a negative.] I don’t think so. Would you really fix it if there were? Do you know how?

Maybe it’s a ghoooooooooost.

Maybe.

Pascal was almost okay, almost content with it. It was over, he had overreacted, that was fine. But then. Suddenly. His nightmares became reality. The radio turned back on playing this horrifying sound mixed between a creepy lullaby and pure hellish static. His breath hitched in his throat, his heart pounding in his chest and his hand clamped around Henry’s wrist so fiercely it was as if it would never unlock again. “H-…Henryyyy,” he whined, his voice laced in total horror.

“Why is it...?” Henry trailed off. He glanced at Pas. He was clearly terrified, his breath held in his throat, his hand wrapped around his wrist in a vise like grip. That’s gonna leave a bruise later, Henry thought idly. He returned his gaze to the radio and rubbed his sweaty palms on his pants. He took a step towards the object.

Phillip rolled his eyes playfully. Okay, well how about every other time then?

Henry’s expression shifted slightly into disbelieving. Really? You... actually want to do this?

I think… [He pauses to think for a moment] I think there is so much of the unknown that it’s hard to rule out. I’m not a big believer but I’m open minded about it.

[He nods and gives him a small smile.] Yeah. That’s mostly how I feel about it too.

He nods a bit, jittery as he reaches out and tugs at Henry’s fingers. Broken… Y-Yeah… Broken. He mumbles to himself as he pulls his brother as far away from it as possible.

He obligingly lets himself be pulled away from the radio. He understands his brother’s discomfort with it, but he can’t help looking back at it with unbridled interest. There was just something about old things. And then it starts playing again, but the connection sounds absolutely horrible. Lullaby mixed in with static. Henry tilts his head and stares at it.

Well, ya got your answer. At least… it worked. Not sure if it will anymore. Which is, uh. My bad.

It’s fine. It’s a shame that it’s broken, but it can probably still be fixed, right?

He studied him for a moment. You know what? I’ll be your watch dog. Whenever you’re sleepy, give me a buzz and I’ll come sit by you and protect you and your belongings.

He laughed at that, amused at the thought. Thanks. That’s nice of you to offer, but you probably have better things to do than watch over me, you know?