#michael ask

“...” The cursed man looms over you, and you can hear each heavy breath as it strikes the inside of his pale mask. After a moment of token staring, he slowly cocks his head to the side, and you can feel the tension grow. 

“Uh oh!” A blur of pink and strawberry-blonde rushes up. “Ah- here- I think this is what they mean!” Carrie offers him a small candy wrapped in orange tinfoil - a Hershey Kiss. “It’s called a Kiss! It’s chocolate, ah, t-they must know you like Halloween~” She beams up at him nervously, glancing back at you with a fearful look in her eyes. You might’ve been MORE than choked.

Michael: Wait, what? Gabriel is on an assignment. They aren’t going to be romancing anyone. 

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           I hate you so much I love you. I want to grab you and kiss you into oblivion you magnificent fool. I love your stupid face and your stupid lips and those beautiful eyes and that face you make every time I forget to take my tray to the bin. I love you so goddamn much it hurts.   I hurt.  Make with that what you will. But please hurry.  Yours always, Gabby.  (part 2)         

Michael:  “Make of it–what sort of convoluted–” He rereads the letter, brow furrowed.

The man in question doesn’t move a muscle, even as you speak to him. He just keeps staring down at you, his silence only serving to make the tension worse.

“Daddy?” Carrie notes the tension, coming over and taking hold of Michael’s sleeve. “Hey, i-it’s okay! They’re just being nice to me; isn’t that a good thing?” She offers up, smiling.

Michael takes a moment to contemplate this, before his shoulders fall. As protective as he is, she raises a good point: positive attention in any form is much better than what she used to endure. After what she’s told him, he does not want to see her get tricked and humiliated again. Defeated, he gives you a nod, showing that he’ll allow you to continue.

The girl turns back to you to answer your question. “We all met a long while ago! That’s why many of us already know one another…” Carrie explains, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear.. “As for how he got here… or, really, how any of us got here… we’re not too sure. It’s all a little weird… but I figure we probably shouldn’t ask too many questions.”

Michael looks to the side, directing your attention toward two familiar women observing from afar: Jess and Vana. He nods their way, suggesting they have something to do with it, before turning back to you and making an odd, spider-like gesture with his hand.