#prcblemchiild

{Starter for @prcblemchiild } 

Max examines the pieces he has collected as they remain strew across the floor. Everything seems in place so far. A part from perhaps that pestilent boulder, which he knows he hasn't a chance in lifting. Not with his feeble ten year old arms. This just won't do. There must be a way to manoeuvre this considerable rock. Young eyes search the area for an answer; until finally they latch upon the camp's bully. 

Nurf. 

 Ah he'll have to do. 

 “Nurf. I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I need you for something.” His monotone voice fails to capture his so-called flummoxed feelings as he approaches the broader lad. "I need your muscle power for something that even you won't be able to screw up..."

❝ ─ nerf ,  what the hell are you doing  ? ❞

NERF had his moments of pacifism, but right now definitely wasn ‘ t one of them . she often felt sorry for his regular targets , but everything she ‘ s tried has failed to help .

   “Hey Nurf? I was thinking - you’ve never bullied me. Or, I haven’t noticed if you have. Can you just not fit me into your usual bullying schedule?”

     It’d been happening for about a month now. His neighbors were practically rioting about it, but David didn’t particularly mind the obviously scavenged sight of his trash every morning. It was a bit of a pain to clean up, he supposed, but he’d much rather his and Max’s unwanted things to go to something that needed them instead of simply winding up at a dump somewhere. He tried to recycle as much as he could, of course, but there were some things that couldn’t be thrown into that bin, and David actually found it rather heartwarming that not EVERYTHING he threw out was destined for one of those abysmal landfills. Still, it was a bit of a shame that whatever was ravaging the neighborhood was surviving on only the things people wound up throwing out. 

He didn’t know what exactly was rooting through the trash every night, so he'd bought a few different things with his most recent paycheck. Dog food, cat food, birdseed, some packaged ham, and even a few canned goods on the off chance that it was a person. That last option seemed pretty unlikely, but there was always that chance, as sad as the thought was. 

However, no amount of preparation would have normalized the sight he was met with when he sneaked outside to greet the noise. Ocean green eyes could only widen themselves in shock as a few of the products he was holding tumbled to the ground, balancing them all becoming rather hard as he recognized the person in front of him.

“ Listen. I’ll, like, totes pay you if you can distract David for five minutes so I can get the hell out of here and go back to where I belong. ”