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WHAT

That was not Jakob It was Tommy

He nuzzled into the pillow, hugging the sheet with his fists. His eyes were shut as he wiggled his feet in mild joy. It was his territory, at least temporarily until his father returned. He huddled under the blanket, to shut out the light that peeked in through those thin curtains.

"Hey, buddy, where- ohh." Shy john paused as he saw the tiny lump on his friends bed. "I see."

John walked into the room, sitting on the edge of the bed. "Man, what a very odd lump." He hummed, pretending to not where Son was. He slowly turned his head before wiggling his digits. John immediately dived, tickling the small lump, Son giggling and squirming. "AHA! just as i suspected! Theres a MUNCHKIN under here!" John cackled, playfully making nomming noises as he shook his head around Sons torso, son still wiggling and laughing.

"Okay okay, whatchu doing in here." Shy John finally asked, giving Son a stern look "You're not touching Billys equipment, are you?"

Son immediately shook his head, before laying down, signaling he was just laying. "Ahh, well. Can't say I blame you. It IS a comfy bed." John nodded, laying next to him. Son immediately scooted closer to John, curling up. "Ohh no! I can't fall asleep here! Then I'D get in trouble! Those puppy eyes aren't a very good look on me." John joked, putting a hand on his chest. Shy John watched as Son closed his eyes, before finally getting cozy. "Tch, I guess. But you're gonna have to bail me out."

John watched as Son slowly dozed off. He slowly looked around, looking at each mechanical box or cylinder. Buttons coating each one. All just to power himself every single night.

He couldn't help but press his brows together. Son seemed somewhat okay with it, albeit that solemn look made him question. John and Him had thought of implementing a "voice recognition" into his body, that way Son didn't have to always just see Billy and that victorian death pose he did every night when he shut off, but there were always the technical issues.. so it was still resting up on that chalkboard, just like every other idea the two had.

John felt his eyes getting heavy, his thumb gently rubbing Sons shoulder as the boy slept. John shifted before closing his eyes, his arm carefully wrapped around Sons body.

"Son? John?" Billy called out, walking through his house. He scratched his head, a bit concerned. He headed up the stairs before seeing his door halfway opened.

Billy peeked inside, his robotic heart slightly clenching at the sight. John and Son, cuddled up and resting. Albeit on his bed.

The well-made man decided it would be best not to say anything, as he just stared. He couldn't help it. Son was clearly somewhat content, and Shy John seemed to have everything all under control. No equipment had been touched, thank god.

Billy sighed softly before scooting into the bed next to the two, sandwiching son. He stared at the display. It felt something out of a fairytale.

The lighting, the wholesome image. It felt too good to be true. And yet, he somewhat felt awful that he hadn't been there to witness it. Son actually content and resting easy..

Billy let out another sigh, before closing his eyes. He didn't shut down, it felt like a bad idea if he did. He'd just enjoy the moment, the display that his son was happy...

sim eating raw meat and trailer build objects

literally every object here

vampire punching bags lol

werewolf cuckoo clock that I hopes howls and smaller telescope

new toddler bed and bassinet, that desk and the wall stickers

ALL THREE OF THESE OBJECTS. THEY KNEW WHAT THEY WERE DOING

every single one of these hairs and shirts

porta-potties that I hope are useable

looks like you can dig to travel since this sim dug down and came out of the ground in a different shot

tug-of-war lol

FOOD TRUCCKKKKK

LOOK AT HOW SHE WATCHES LUZ JUST EXIST IN THE MOMENT

this is uglyyy but who cares

~vent~ ♡reblogs are appreciated♡