It was always a struggle for Charlie to find something in common to talk about. Her interests were quite different from other kids, considering she was the quiet type. But since her father knew Mr. Afton - as Father referred to him as to her - she figured that she might as well try and get along before a far more awkward situation was placed before them.

(i would die for dexter mcpherson, spoogie) 

⦅  @plcyingpretend​┆ ★ . ⦆   

               ✮  ' ------ '

.・。.・ ✮  Casually shoves some tide pods behind his back.

⦅  @plcyingpretend​​┆ ★ . ⦆

          It's the ABSENCE of his sister from her room that scares the boy; sending him on a search to find his dear sister. He never liked being alone, never liked not knowing just where his family was. After all, that was how it all started ------ one day, Charlie DISAPPEARED; never to be seen again. No one knew where she went & not even Mister Henry knew anything about what happened to her ! & that SCARED HIM.

          Thankfully, nothing terrible happened; not this time as he found the girl downstairs, staring out the window. Once she faces him, she speaks in a softened voice & he follows along. After all ------ he would HATE to get Daddy mad.

        ༺｡*☆*｡༻  ┃ ┃ ‘ O-okay ! P-pinky promise I WON’T !  ’

          The child speaks; hugging his precious Fredbear plush close to his chest. He falls silent for a moment; watching his big sister & the window beyond her.

        ༺｡*☆*｡༻  ┃ ┃ ‘ —— I-Is it okay if I watch too ? I-It's          always TOO DARK when the stars are out.  ’

⦅  @plcyingpretend  ┆cont. from [ X ]  ⦆

.・。.・ ✮ Uh oh. Looks like she forgot to check for ghosts. Specifically tiny ghosts that are very disappointed in her.

           ✮  ‘ BIG SIS, THAT’S A POTTY WORD ! ‘

⦅  @plcyingpretend​┆ ★ . ⦆  

.・。.・ ✮  Oh no. OH NO ! Why why why WHY was she trying to chase him ? Why was she trying to catch him ? Why was she trying to KILL HIM ? ! The memory of the clown & her sharpened claw 「 how did that even FIT in her ? 」was still fresh in his sickened mind; even though the years that had passed. The steel. The screams. The sanguine fluid left in her wake. ALL of that still haunted him every single day. He didn't want to die ! Not like his dearest sister !

                & so he RUNS; thin, bruised, & battered  「 he had DADDY DEAREST to thank for that. 」 legs carrying him as fast as they possibly could. The tears were blinding but somehow, he was making it ------ for now.

            ✮  ' GO AWAY ! LEAVE ME ALONE ! '

@multiiplicity

{ α }

He’s getting a bit more used to casual affection–years of such isolation led to touch starvation, and physical touch as simple as hand-holding was foreign to him. But it was getting better. Kissing took no thought anymore, and the two slept on each other more times than they could count. Their trips to various hellish places–the hotel for James, and Tempus for Joshua–served to actually bring them closer, exacerbating their need for touch and comfort. James’ hand was welcome in Joshua’s own, months of them being together leaving him more comfortable with that. It was… improving.

And Joshua thought about this as James apologized again (it wasn’t the first time this had happened, but James always caught himself, and it wasn’t frequent) for nearly touching his neck, a place Joshua had previously explicitly told him to not touch before. He hated anything touching his neck, whether it was a necklace or a buttoned collar or another’s hand. James understood, and respected that, even if there was the occasion that he forgot. But… it was exposure that made Joshua more comfortable with touch, right?

“N–no. No, it’s… okay.”

Joshua turned his head towards James as he took a breath. If there was ever a time to try exposure therapy for this, it would be then. James had seen many sides of him, the darkest and ugliest parts. With this, there was no one else Joshua would trust more than him.

“You… you can if you want. I–I won’t mind.”

{ α }

"Liz.... are you sure we should be back here?” Joshua didn’t like William Alton. The moment that he met Liz’s father, Joshua knew that there was something off about him--which was why Joshua really, really did not want to sneak into the back to look at the already-terrifying animatronics. “What if your father catches us?”