#maskedhack

❝ i   was   hoping   you’d   come   willingly. ❞

uuhhhhhh here

           ❝  ----------   saw what you did there, kid...   COOL SHIT.  ❞    UNLAWFUL, ILLEGAL,   whatever people want to call it;   he sees the fun in it.   maybe it’s the sense of   control in it,   that sort of feel of   taking and doing whatever’s personally desired,   but either way he knows, as much as he himself has participated, and experienced it even up to this day,   he doesn’t scoff nor hold judgement for the kid.

   Leslie made an uncertain sort of facial expression, clearly hesitant on the idea. Originally, ghosts sounded terribly fascinating and might actually be good company.. But the closer he thought he could get to actually interacting with an entity that supposedly dwell in a realm beyond this life and this general reality, Leslie couldn’t shake the eerie nervousness. 

 Maybe no ghost would show? Maybe they would be shy? Or if they did show, perhaps they might be friendly?  It didn’t seem right to assume every ghost might be evil or intent on killing all the living they may come into contact with.

Sᴇɴᴅ ᴍʏ ᴍᴜsᴇ “Hᴀᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇᴠᴇʀ (…)”s. Tʜᴇʏ ᴄᴀɴ ᴏɴʟʏ ʀᴇᴘʟʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ‘ʏᴇs’ ᴏʀ ‘ɴᴏ’.

  Of course. So many doctors, so many therapists, nurses, a multitude of facilities, some of which Leslie can’t even concretely re-call.

  Leslie has been made to suffer a numerous of ill experiences, being told they would help him. He’s been hurt by people who promised to take care of him.

“… Yes.”