#spoopyyapping

IITS TRENDING??

Grace finds him painting on one of the back walls of the school, really likes it, and commissions a mural somewhere, either at the school or maybe like a big canvas at home or smth and he gets closer with him over time.

Grace fails to realise he doesn’t have a lot of people to make him happy outside of his work life and the people around him regularly notice, his students and his work friend, Mr Donner the history teacher in the room next door, begin to ask him questions.

Idk is this anything

Simon pushed forward. He’s supposed to be getting the bone sample or whatever the fuck she was asking for. The only way the C.O.I were going to let him free were if he just kept meeting their wants. Surely Hed be fast enough, at least at some point, that they couldnt think up of another excuse to keep him down in this hell.

No wonder they sent him to do this job.

He was expendable. To snuff out a murderers life is to avenge all the other lives taken so they probably don’t feel guilty.

Simon turned on his heel and stomped over, slamming the button to take the stupid X-ray picture so he could see the stupid outside world with his stupid eyes. He stopped and stared at it as his eyes strained to adjust to the frantic light changes. He looked at the screen.

“….What the actual fuck is that.”

A hook. A fish hook. The size (presumably…?) was his whole ass torso. What the FUCK?? The hook was attached to a chain. Simon was so confused and had so many questions.

Who-?

What??

Am I in danger?

Are they saving me now?

Is it going to get me???

Simon kept staring at the hook, even as the picture fizzled out. Then over the radio he heard a man’s voice, alongside some kind of music.

Grace sighed and rounded the corner with his helmet on and bike wheeled beside him. This was the way he always went to go home. Nothing new or special about it, other than the fact that he now had 3 emails to send and a class of assignments to grade tonight, because his kids always loved him when he got their papers back quickly.

He wasn’t looking where he was going, to busy watching his shoes and thinking about how to word that pitch to the cold hearted principle stratt. She always hated his wonderful ideas for science fairs… ‘no Ryland, we can’t take them to st Helen for a volcanic rock experiment! No Ryland, we can’t hold a day long debate on why not all life could have evolved woth water!’ Honestly, why was everyone so against that-

He slammed, bike and all, into someone who had been standing there. In shock, he closed his eyes and flailed his arms around wildly. As a result of this, Grace fell over onto his rear and felt something splatter all over his shirt and jacket.

Crumpets.

He opened his eyes and looked up. Oh dear, a masked and hooded man in black standing over him.

Not again, please no! Last time something like this happened the bruises he got were all blue and purple…!

“Ah shit are you ok?! I spilt my paint all over you I’m sorry-“ the man pulled off his hood and mask and reached a gentle hand down to help Ryland up.

Grace can’t stop staring at the bloodied man in front of him. “Sub guy” As Hes been dubbed, because he can never remember to ask for his name, to be fair Hes only really been up for an hour or two. Fella took a long nap after they fished him out. More blood flakes from sub guy’s hair.

God. He knows it’s not blood, so why does he call it that still? He tested it and everything and it’s nothing organic, mostly rusty iron, copper, a few random bases that had no business being there- which lead to the chemical blistering on the guys forearms which Armando so helpfully patched up.

“Hello?? When are we going…?”

Oh right- Grace hadn’t diverted his eyes from sub guy, yet wasn’t looking. He got to that flow-state with his thoughts where his eyes took him somewhere away from this place and let him ponder. Issue was he started pondering after asking a question so he took in none of the information that the other person just gave him.

“Oh- ahhh well-“

<Grace need sleep more. Rocky think grace will fall over from no sleep> Rocky ‘yelled’ from down the hall via the computer out on the nearby bench.

“Thanks rock…”

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Also I decided

IMMA DO IT ILL WRITE THE FIC THE IDEA LAID THERE AND MARINATED FOR LONG ENOUGH (literally only like an hour lmao) guess this means I’m getting myself an ao3 acc…

My apologies for the poor quality, however I did some art for the au where Simon is a street artist and grace is still a teacher!

I think that in this world Simon is a little more silly and plays around with his creativity in many ways…Like making and wearing a pink moustache sometimes….

ANYWAY- graces coworker-work buddy guy, his name is Nikolai Donner and is based off of a kids music character that my younger brother played in, they never gave him a first name he was just ‘the fun history teacher’ or ‘Mr Donner’.

Trying to explain some of my favourite episodes to my friends after my bestie @adhd-nighmare got me my new favourite sticker (it’s me flibbles, thanks for asking) and it like

“Yeah and in one episode he gets pregnant, and has twins that are never seen again but theyre I think referenced in an episode before that? And Hes also his own father-“

“Sarah he what…?”

“Yeah and the other episode where he kisses his hologram roomie bc he really misses him but it’s just a dream, and all the alternate reality stuff the show gets into!”