#stopguilt

is it like capture the flag but with a braid

❝   hey!   ----   what  are  you  doing?   ❞       her  voice  is  harsh  as  she  glares  over  at  the  stranger,     no  cares  of  personal  space  as  she  pushes  at  his  wrist  to  stop  his  hand  for  moving  towards  the  snack  table  that  she  had  put  together  perfectly.       ❝     absolutely  not. this  table  design  was  PERFECT  before  you  ruined  it.     ❞      though  it’s  hardly  noticeable,     but  she’s  been   so  on  edge  lately  with  all  she’s  had  to  worry  about  that  she  needs  to  find  SOMETHING  to  take  control  of  again   -----   turning  a  meaningless  snack  table   into  so  much  more  than  it  really  was.       ❝   who  even  invited  you?   ❞ 

                         ‘   —————     she   was   wondering   how   long   it   would   take   for   you   to   figure   things   out   .    ‘ voice   is   a   purr ,    lips   twisted   into   a   HIDEOUS   approximation   of   her   smirk .

 ❝  according  to  the  files  he  gave  use,  you’ve  been  showing  up  at  a  LOT  of  the  killings  for  the  last  two  or  so  years,  usually  as  a  direct  witness  to  the  crimes.  i’m  not  accusing  you  of  anything  but  do  you  think  you  could  explain  that  to  me?  ❞

while  things  might  have  calmed  down  for  them  lately,    it  didn’t  mean  that  it  would  all  be  EASY.     mason  knew  that.       but  with  everything  he  had  been  through      (     nearly  losing  his  life  to  the  experiments  and  the  beast  consuming  him     )       he  needed  to  focus  on  others.        they  saved  his  life;        they  were  the  reason  he  could  still  be  himself,      so  he  had  every  intention  of  going  out  of  his  way  to  help  them  now,      even  if  he  didn’t  NEED  to.       ❝     so   ----    what’s  OUR  job?    ❞       he  asked,     emptying  out  the  duffel  bag  on  the  table  to  show  all  the  different  kinds  of  snacks  he  brought  for  the  night   ----    too  much  for  all.      it  was  the  night  of  a  FULL  MOON;     he  knew  there  had  to  be  something  he  could  do.     ❝    i  mean,   i’ve  covered  snacks.      but   ----     tonight.      i’ve  seen  it  get  BAD.     but  what  should  i  expect?  ❞