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Wait you dont remember her? Your girlfriend?

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..i’ve? never had a girlfriend? i’ve only dated Pure..

No, kiddo… no, that’s… that’s not true.

*confused?* what do you mean?

You talked to me about a girl once… you wanted to marry her, but I told you that you couldn’t technically get married?

i don’t… *he shakes his head slightly* you must be misremembering or something because i haven’t dated any girls!

Max, I’m old – but not that old. I know exactly what I’m talking about. Are you okay? Did… did you eat something funny, Max?

*Max crossed his arms* i haven’t eaten anything almost two months, so it’s probably not that… maybe Anons put a M!A on someone..

Like you? Max, has anything weird happened lately?

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You got it this time?

Yeah, I got it. You’re spotting me still, right Max?

Yep.

Okay – thanks, buddy. I’m gonna go for the same spot as before… *Carlos gets close to the fire pit and, much slower this time, he starts to lower the pot back to the ground*

Alright. *the pondscum slid off the stick he was holding, resulting in Max silently swearing*

*Carlos glanced at him, confused.* You okay, buddy?

Yep, totally, all good. *he doesn’t sound too sure but it’s just pondscum it’s fine*

*Carlos hums and finally gets the pot on the ground* There we go! Second time’s the charm!

I’m,,, really tempted to kick it,, but I’m not gonna. *he takes a couple pods from his pocket* y’know what’s cool? I can fit a bunch of stuff in this hoodie. 20 pudding cups, or a book for examplez

*Carlos smiled at him and nodded* I know, right? I used to stuff all kinds of things in my hoodie when I was a kid – dirt, notebooks, joy buzzers, my pet rat…

Yeah, currently the only things I have in it now are tide pods, a book, and a zipbloc of pondscum- wait hold up pet what now?

Yeah, I had a rat when I was your age. Her name was Ratney. Almost didn’t keep her though because I thought I was allergic to her… *just keeps smiling*

That’s cool, I guess? I’ve seen mice around here, if that relates any.

Yeah? That’s cool. Too bad that I’m allergic to them now though. I miss having a furry pet.

Unless the platypus counts, I’ve never had a pet that wasn’t a fish, anyway, how many pods are we putting in?

Well, I’d start with a low number. But this is your experiment, Max. How many do YOU want to put in?

Well I don’t know, you’re the scientist, I only have like 4.

Ah. Well, let’s start with just one then, and see how fast it dissolves. Since this is cold water, what do you hypothesize?

That’s like a science guess right? Uhh things dissolve faster with hot water, right? So would it pretty much be the opposite?

That’s a great theory! *he looks at his watch to get the time.* It’s 3:20 in the afternoon right now… so that’s our start time.

*max nods. He puts the pod into the water and sits by the pot*

*now here’s the boring part, Carlos thought. He wondered how long this would keep Max’s attention* So… how have things been going in camp, Max? Anything interesting happen?

*Max shrugged* Dunno. Haven’t really been paying attention.

What do you mean you haven’t been paying attention?

I’ve been doing other things y’know? I still have to do the activities but,

But…?

What?

Just… you stopped at ‘but’. What have you been doing, then?

Stuff.. Wanna see what I have in my pockets?

Uh… sure, I guess? You said you had a book.

Yeah, *the digs around in his hoodie pocket and pulls out 3 tide pods, a small box of tic-tacs, and a book that’s marked a bit over half way done* it’s a pretty big hoodie.

Uh-huh – I see. How’s the book going?

It’s pretty good, actually. I’m almost finished with it. *he looks into the pot* has the pod dissolved yet?

*peers in* I dunno… there’s a lot of scum on the top right now…

*max grabbed a stick and poked around the pot* I don’t see it.

*Carlos takes out his phone and shakes it, turning on the flashlight. He shines it into the pot* Don’t you? That’s quicker than I thought it would be…

*max shrugs* do you see it?

Mm… nope. THat’s interesting! Okay, so that’s very interesting!

How long was that?

Like… seven minutes. Goodness… what’s in that water? *he looks toward the lake, a little concerned*

How long does it normally take?

Longer than that. A wash cycle is on average about fourty-five minutes, and these things are supposed to dissolve in hot water. You… you aren’t swimming in that lake, are you?

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You got it this time?

Yeah, I got it. You’re spotting me still, right Max?

Yep.

Okay – thanks, buddy. I’m gonna go for the same spot as before… *Carlos gets close to the fire pit and, much slower this time, he starts to lower the pot back to the ground*

Alright. *the pondscum slid off the stick he was holding, resulting in Max silently swearing*

*Carlos glanced at him, confused.* You okay, buddy?

Yep, totally, all good. *he doesn’t sound too sure but it’s just pondscum it’s fine*

*Carlos hums and finally gets the pot on the ground* There we go! Second time’s the charm!

I’m,,, really tempted to kick it,, but I’m not gonna. *he takes a couple pods from his pocket* y’know what’s cool? I can fit a bunch of stuff in this hoodie. 20 pudding cups, or a book for examplez

*Carlos smiled at him and nodded* I know, right? I used to stuff all kinds of things in my hoodie when I was a kid – dirt, notebooks, joy buzzers, my pet rat…

Yeah, currently the only things I have in it now are tide pods, a book, and a zipbloc of pondscum- wait hold up pet what now?

Yeah, I had a rat when I was your age. Her name was Ratney. Almost didn’t keep her though because I thought I was allergic to her… *just keeps smiling*

That’s cool, I guess? I’ve seen mice around here, if that relates any.

Yeah? That’s cool. Too bad that I’m allergic to them now though. I miss having a furry pet.

Unless the platypus counts, I’ve never had a pet that wasn’t a fish, anyway, how many pods are we putting in?

Well, I’d start with a low number. But this is your experiment, Max. How many do YOU want to put in?

Well I don’t know, you’re the scientist, I only have like 4.

Ah. Well, let’s start with just one then, and see how fast it dissolves. Since this is cold water, what do you hypothesize?

That’s like a science guess right? Uhh things dissolve faster with hot water, right? So would it pretty much be the opposite?

That’s a great theory! *he looks at his watch to get the time.* It’s 3:20 in the afternoon right now… so that’s our start time.

*max nods. He puts the pod into the water and sits by the pot*

*now here’s the boring part, Carlos thought. He wondered how long this would keep Max’s attention* So… how have things been going in camp, Max? Anything interesting happen?

*Max shrugged* Dunno. Haven’t really been paying attention.

What do you mean you haven’t been paying attention?

I’ve been doing other things y’know? I still have to do the activities but,

But…?

What?

Just… you stopped at ‘but’. What have you been doing, then?

Stuff.. Wanna see what I have in my pockets?

Uh… sure, I guess? You said you had a book.

Yeah, *the digs around in his hoodie pocket and pulls out 3 tide pods, a small box of tic-tacs, and a book that’s marked a bit over half way done* it’s a pretty big hoodie.

Uh-huh – I see. How’s the book going?

It’s pretty good, actually. I’m almost finished with it. *he looks into the pot* has the pod dissolved yet?

*peers in* I dunno… there’s a lot of scum on the top right now…

*max grabbed a stick and poked around the pot* I don’t see it.

*Carlos takes out his phone and shakes it, turning on the flashlight. He shines it into the pot* Don’t you? That’s quicker than I thought it would be…

*max shrugs* do you see it?

Mm… nope. THat’s interesting! Okay, so that’s very interesting!

How long was that?

Like… seven minutes. Goodness… what’s in that water? *he looks toward the lake, a little concerned*

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Carlos looked at him, his eyebrows starting to scrunch together in worry. “Wha… Hancock, I didn’t want you to feel guilty!” he told the other man. “I – you don’t have to! You already do so much for me! And I wanted to do something nice for you! It’s okay, I promise.” Carlos put an arm around Hancock to pull him in for a side-hug. “I don’t want you to feel bad, Han…”

“It’s a holiday that means something to you, I should have been more on top of things. I’m sorry, sweetheart.” He leaned into the hug, looping his free arm around him as well and placing a soft kiss to Carlos’ cheek. “I promise I’ll be better about these things in the future, I want ya to feel appreciated. I want you to feel like I care, cause I do. I care more about you than anyone else in this hellhole.”

Carlos put his chopsticks down into his bowl. He leaned into Hancock more, sort of cuddling up to him. “You do so much for me already, Hancock,” he said. “You basically let me live here rent free and you let me eat your food… you keep the nastier folks away from me because you know I can’t handle myself in a fight… Han, I get so much from you. Yeah, the holiday means something to me… but that was basically another life. I… I know the day doesn’t mean much to you, but I just wanted an excuse to repay you back at least some of the kindness you give me… you know?”

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Hatsville was not an easy place to get to, Carlos found out.
No commercial vehicle went in willingly, like boats or planes. Carlos had to
road trip there by himself in his car and set himself up in a very small and dingy motel at
the very edge of town, just across the bridge onto the island.

The readings were off the charts. Readings very similar to
things he had found in Night Vale… but never had he seen anything of this
level. The energy here was astounding, and he didn’t even know what it was!
Whatever it was, it was very, very old and very, very scientifically interesting.

Immediately he started asking questions. “What’s going on
here?” “Have you seen anything interesting?” “Who lives in that giant black hat
in the center of town?”

But all his questions were met with awkward glances, fearful
murmurs, and outright terrified stares. None of them were actual answers. But
he was a scientist – this didn’t deter him in the slightest! He was the very
definition of science: he didn’t know what was going on, but he was going to
find out!

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You got it this time?

Yeah, I got it. You’re spotting me still, right Max?

Yep.

Okay – thanks, buddy. I’m gonna go for the same spot as before… *Carlos gets close to the fire pit and, much slower this time, he starts to lower the pot back to the ground*

Alright. *the pondscum slid off the stick he was holding, resulting in Max silently swearing*

*Carlos glanced at him, confused.* You okay, buddy?

Yep, totally, all good. *he doesn’t sound too sure but it’s just pondscum it’s fine*

*Carlos hums and finally gets the pot on the ground* There we go! Second time’s the charm!

I’m,,, really tempted to kick it,, but I’m not gonna. *he takes a couple pods from his pocket* y’know what’s cool? I can fit a bunch of stuff in this hoodie. 20 pudding cups, or a book for examplez

*Carlos smiled at him and nodded* I know, right? I used to stuff all kinds of things in my hoodie when I was a kid – dirt, notebooks, joy buzzers, my pet rat…

Yeah, currently the only things I have in it now are tide pods, a book, and a zipbloc of pondscum- wait hold up pet what now?

Yeah, I had a rat when I was your age. Her name was Ratney. Almost didn’t keep her though because I thought I was allergic to her… *just keeps smiling*

That’s cool, I guess? I’ve seen mice around here, if that relates any.

Yeah? That’s cool. Too bad that I’m allergic to them now though. I miss having a furry pet.

Unless the platypus counts, I’ve never had a pet that wasn’t a fish, anyway, how many pods are we putting in?

Well, I’d start with a low number. But this is your experiment, Max. How many do YOU want to put in?

Well I don’t know, you’re the scientist, I only have like 4.

Ah. Well, let’s start with just one then, and see how fast it dissolves. Since this is cold water, what do you hypothesize?

That’s like a science guess right? Uhh things dissolve faster with hot water, right? So would it pretty much be the opposite?

That’s a great theory! *he looks at his watch to get the time.* It’s 3:20 in the afternoon right now… so that’s our start time.

*max nods. He puts the pod into the water and sits by the pot*

*now here’s the boring part, Carlos thought. He wondered how long this would keep Max’s attention* So… how have things been going in camp, Max? Anything interesting happen?

*Max shrugged* Dunno. Haven’t really been paying attention.

What do you mean you haven’t been paying attention?

I’ve been doing other things y’know? I still have to do the activities but,

But…?

What?

Just… you stopped at ‘but’. What have you been doing, then?

Stuff.. Wanna see what I have in my pockets?

Uh… sure, I guess? You said you had a book.

Yeah, *the digs around in his hoodie pocket and pulls out 3 tide pods, a small box of tic-tacs, and a book that’s marked a bit over half way done* it’s a pretty big hoodie.

Uh-huh – I see. How’s the book going?

It’s pretty good, actually. I’m almost finished with it. *he looks into the pot* has the pod dissolved yet?

*peers in* I dunno… there’s a lot of scum on the top right now…

*max grabbed a stick and poked around the pot* I don’t see it.

*Carlos takes out his phone and shakes it, turning on the flashlight. He shines it into the pot* Don’t you? That’s quicker than I thought it would be…

*max shrugs* do you see it?

Mm… nope. THat’s interesting! Okay, so that’s very interesting!

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“Uhhhhhh
you know something….. I dunno….. I honestly have no clue where they
come from… where ever they come from it’s covered in these things…
because these things don’t die until you eat them…”

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Peter keeps crying calling for his mother curling around himself in a tight ball. “I want my momma… I want her back!”

“Oh really? I wonder if Carlos has had a chance to study them. He doesn’t usually work with animals, but I’m very curious…”

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Carlos quickly got in to send the woman away. “I’m so sorry – he’s been having a bad day. We’ve got him now though, we’ll take care of him.”

Mikey positioned himself in front of Kraglin and Peter to deter people from stopping and looking.

Kraglin scooted closer to Peter and put an arm around his shoulder. “Peter… come on, Petey… Look at me. I’m right here, buddy.”

Peter shakes his head as he continues to sob. “I want to go home……. I don’t want to be a ravager anymore. I want to go home…. to grandpa… grandma…… to….. to……. Momma……. home to momma….”

“She ain’t here, Pete,” Kraglin told him softly. “She’s gone. It’s just me, Kraglin. And Yondu… Yondu’s back at the house, remember?”

Sniffs and lets out a heart wrenching sob. “I WANT TO GO HOME!!!!!” Flies into a full out panic attack and emotional break down screaming into his knees and pulling at his hair while hyperventilating.

Kraglin grabbed Peter’s wrists and tried to yank them away from his hair. He put his arms around Pete’s shoulders and hugged him tightly, trying to act as a buffer between Peter and his own hands.

“We should get him in the car and back home,” Carlos said. “I… Jesus, I had no idea it could get this bad.”

“Does this happen often?” Mikey asked Carlos, trying not to sound alarmed.

“Not very, but we’re on Earth now so this is a huge change in circumstances…*

Peter panting hard and fast fingers clenching into the back of kraglins coat whole body shaking moments from completely shattering and losing himself.

Kraglin just held him, shushing gently and rocking him a bit. “M’here, Pete… Krags is here…”

“Mikey, can you run and buy a bag of Cheetos?” Carlos asked.

“Why?” asked Mikey.

“It’s familiar – it might help ground him.”

Mikey nodded and quickly sprinted away.

Pressed closer to him almost curling into a ball on his lap clutching not letting go. “Momma……..”

Kraglin rubbed Peter’s back. “She’s not here… It’s just me and Carlos.”

“Take deep breaths, Petey,” Carlos cooed gently, moving to kneel beside the pair as well.

Peter after a bit settled down but he was completely quiet severely subdued, no life or energy in him. A empty shell of his normal self.

Mikey finally came back with a small bag of Cheetos. “Thanks, Mikey,” Carlos said, grabbing the bag. He opened it and held the bag under Peter’s nose. “Peter… what does that smell like, Peter?”

Kraglin wrinkled his nose and glanced at the bag in confusion. “How in the… what are those?”

“Cheetos,” Carlos explained. “Very similar to Beasties, actually.”

Peter blinks at the smell and to him they smelled exactly like beasties and sniffs looking in the bag before looking at carlos not eating them because he wanted to keep hold of Kraglin. “Beasties…….. just…like….. Cheetos…….. dad loves Beasties…….”

“Yeah, he does,” Carlos said. He took out a Cheeto and held it up for Peter to eat. “Here you go, buddy. Have a bite.” Carlos started to think about how they were going to get Peter in the car and back to the house. Maybe the shopping trip hadn’t been a good idea…

Peter takes a bite of the Cheeto and just snuggles against Kraglin. “Sorry…… I ruined the trip………-sniffs- like always….”

“Shush… it’s okay, Pete,” Kraglin said. “You just need a minute. Let’s go outside to the vehicle and just sit… it’s got a music-player in it. None of this slow-ass stuff the store’s playin’.”

“And the snacks might help you out,” Carlos said, shaking the bag a bit. “We’ll get more, so you can eat as much as you want. Don’t worry about it.”

Peter nods sniffing as he stands one hand clutching the bag the other white knuckled on kraglins jacket as they head to the car. “She looked just like mom…….. I … I thought it…… was her….”

Kraglin put an arm around Peter as they headed out, Carlos and Mikey leading the way back to the car. Carlos glanced back at Peter, concerned.

“It’s okay, Pete… I know,” Kraglin said softly.

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You got it this time?

Yeah, I got it. You’re spotting me still, right Max?

Yep.

Okay – thanks, buddy. I’m gonna go for the same spot as before… *Carlos gets close to the fire pit and, much slower this time, he starts to lower the pot back to the ground*

Alright. *the pondscum slid off the stick he was holding, resulting in Max silently swearing*

*Carlos glanced at him, confused.* You okay, buddy?

Yep, totally, all good. *he doesn’t sound too sure but it’s just pondscum it’s fine*

*Carlos hums and finally gets the pot on the ground* There we go! Second time’s the charm!

I’m,,, really tempted to kick it,, but I’m not gonna. *he takes a couple pods from his pocket* y’know what’s cool? I can fit a bunch of stuff in this hoodie. 20 pudding cups, or a book for examplez

*Carlos smiled at him and nodded* I know, right? I used to stuff all kinds of things in my hoodie when I was a kid – dirt, notebooks, joy buzzers, my pet rat…

Yeah, currently the only things I have in it now are tide pods, a book, and a zipbloc of pondscum- wait hold up pet what now?

Yeah, I had a rat when I was your age. Her name was Ratney. Almost didn’t keep her though because I thought I was allergic to her… *just keeps smiling*

That’s cool, I guess? I’ve seen mice around here, if that relates any.

Yeah? That’s cool. Too bad that I’m allergic to them now though. I miss having a furry pet.

Unless the platypus counts, I’ve never had a pet that wasn’t a fish, anyway, how many pods are we putting in?

Well, I’d start with a low number. But this is your experiment, Max. How many do YOU want to put in?

Well I don’t know, you’re the scientist, I only have like 4.

Ah. Well, let’s start with just one then, and see how fast it dissolves. Since this is cold water, what do you hypothesize?

That’s like a science guess right? Uhh things dissolve faster with hot water, right? So would it pretty much be the opposite?

That’s a great theory! *he looks at his watch to get the time.* It’s 3:20 in the afternoon right now… so that’s our start time.

*max nods. He puts the pod into the water and sits by the pot*

*now here’s the boring part, Carlos thought. He wondered how long this would keep Max’s attention* So… how have things been going in camp, Max? Anything interesting happen?

*Max shrugged* Dunno. Haven’t really been paying attention.

What do you mean you haven’t been paying attention?

I’ve been doing other things y’know? I still have to do the activities but,

But…?

What?

Just… you stopped at ‘but’. What have you been doing, then?

Stuff.. Wanna see what I have in my pockets?

Uh… sure, I guess? You said you had a book.

Yeah, *the digs around in his hoodie pocket and pulls out 3 tide pods, a small box of tic-tacs, and a book that’s marked a bit over half way done* it’s a pretty big hoodie.

Uh-huh – I see. How’s the book going?

It’s pretty good, actually. I’m almost finished with it. *he looks into the pot* has the pod dissolved yet?

*peers in* I dunno… there’s a lot of scum on the top right now…

*max grabbed a stick and poked around the pot* I don’t see it.

*Carlos takes out his phone and shakes it, turning on the flashlight. He shines it into the pot* Don’t you? That’s quicker than I thought it would be…

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You got it this time?

Yeah, I got it. You’re spotting me still, right Max?

Yep.

Okay – thanks, buddy. I’m gonna go for the same spot as before… *Carlos gets close to the fire pit and, much slower this time, he starts to lower the pot back to the ground*

Alright. *the pondscum slid off the stick he was holding, resulting in Max silently swearing*

*Carlos glanced at him, confused.* You okay, buddy?

Yep, totally, all good. *he doesn’t sound too sure but it’s just pondscum it’s fine*

*Carlos hums and finally gets the pot on the ground* There we go! Second time’s the charm!

I’m,,, really tempted to kick it,, but I’m not gonna. *he takes a couple pods from his pocket* y’know what’s cool? I can fit a bunch of stuff in this hoodie. 20 pudding cups, or a book for examplez

*Carlos smiled at him and nodded* I know, right? I used to stuff all kinds of things in my hoodie when I was a kid – dirt, notebooks, joy buzzers, my pet rat…

Yeah, currently the only things I have in it now are tide pods, a book, and a zipbloc of pondscum- wait hold up pet what now?

Yeah, I had a rat when I was your age. Her name was Ratney. Almost didn’t keep her though because I thought I was allergic to her… *just keeps smiling*

That’s cool, I guess? I’ve seen mice around here, if that relates any.

Yeah? That’s cool. Too bad that I’m allergic to them now though. I miss having a furry pet.

Unless the platypus counts, I’ve never had a pet that wasn’t a fish, anyway, how many pods are we putting in?

Well, I’d start with a low number. But this is your experiment, Max. How many do YOU want to put in?

Well I don’t know, you’re the scientist, I only have like 4.

Ah. Well, let’s start with just one then, and see how fast it dissolves. Since this is cold water, what do you hypothesize?

That’s like a science guess right? Uhh things dissolve faster with hot water, right? So would it pretty much be the opposite?

That’s a great theory! *he looks at his watch to get the time.* It’s 3:20 in the afternoon right now… so that’s our start time.

*max nods. He puts the pod into the water and sits by the pot*

*now here’s the boring part, Carlos thought. He wondered how long this would keep Max’s attention* So… how have things been going in camp, Max? Anything interesting happen?

*Max shrugged* Dunno. Haven’t really been paying attention.

What do you mean you haven’t been paying attention?

I’ve been doing other things y’know? I still have to do the activities but,

But…?

What?

Just… you stopped at ‘but’. What have you been doing, then?

Stuff.. Wanna see what I have in my pockets?

Uh… sure, I guess? You said you had a book.

Yeah, *the digs around in his hoodie pocket and pulls out 3 tide pods, a small box of tic-tacs, and a book that’s marked a bit over half way done* it’s a pretty big hoodie.

Uh-huh – I see. How’s the book going?

It’s pretty good, actually. I’m almost finished with it. *he looks into the pot* has the pod dissolved yet?

*peers in* I dunno… there’s a lot of scum on the top right now…

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“Uhhhhhh
you know something….. I dunno….. I honestly have no clue where they
come from… where ever they come from it’s covered in these things…
because these things don’t die until you eat them…”

—

Peter keeps crying calling for his mother curling around himself in a tight ball. “I want my momma… I want her back!”

“Oh really? I wonder if Carlos has had a chance to study them. He doesn’t usually work with animals, but I’m very curious…”

–

Carlos quickly got in to send the woman away. “I’m so sorry – he’s been having a bad day. We’ve got him now though, we’ll take care of him.”

Mikey positioned himself in front of Kraglin and Peter to deter people from stopping and looking.

Kraglin scooted closer to Peter and put an arm around his shoulder. “Peter… come on, Petey… Look at me. I’m right here, buddy.”

Peter shakes his head as he continues to sob. “I want to go home……. I don’t want to be a ravager anymore. I want to go home…. to grandpa… grandma…… to….. to……. Momma……. home to momma….”

“She ain’t here, Pete,” Kraglin told him softly. “She’s gone. It’s just me, Kraglin. And Yondu… Yondu’s back at the house, remember?”

Sniffs and lets out a heart wrenching sob. “I WANT TO GO HOME!!!!!” Flies into a full out panic attack and emotional break down screaming into his knees and pulling at his hair while hyperventilating.

Kraglin grabbed Peter’s wrists and tried to yank them away from his hair. He put his arms around Pete’s shoulders and hugged him tightly, trying to act as a buffer between Peter and his own hands.

“We should get him in the car and back home,” Carlos said. “I… Jesus, I had no idea it could get this bad.”

“Does this happen often?” Mikey asked Carlos, trying not to sound alarmed.

“Not very, but we’re on Earth now so this is a huge change in circumstances…*

Peter panting hard and fast fingers clenching into the back of kraglins coat whole body shaking moments from completely shattering and losing himself.

Kraglin just held him, shushing gently and rocking him a bit. “M’here, Pete… Krags is here…”

“Mikey, can you run and buy a bag of Cheetos?” Carlos asked.

“Why?” asked Mikey.

“It’s familiar – it might help ground him.”

Mikey nodded and quickly sprinted away.

Pressed closer to him almost curling into a ball on his lap clutching not letting go. “Momma……..”

Kraglin rubbed Peter’s back. “She’s not here… It’s just me and Carlos.”

“Take deep breaths, Petey,” Carlos cooed gently, moving to kneel beside the pair as well.

Peter after a bit settled down but he was completely quiet severely subdued, no life or energy in him. A empty shell of his normal self.

Mikey finally came back with a small bag of Cheetos. “Thanks, Mikey,” Carlos said, grabbing the bag. He opened it and held the bag under Peter’s nose. “Peter… what does that smell like, Peter?”

Kraglin wrinkled his nose and glanced at the bag in confusion. “How in the… what are those?”

“Cheetos,” Carlos explained. “Very similar to Beasties, actually.”

Peter blinks at the smell and to him they smelled exactly like beasties and sniffs looking in the bag before looking at carlos not eating them because he wanted to keep hold of Kraglin. “Beasties…….. just…like….. Cheetos…….. dad loves Beasties…….”

“Yeah, he does,” Carlos said. He took out a Cheeto and held it up for Peter to eat. “Here you go, buddy. Have a bite.” Carlos started to think about how they were going to get Peter in the car and back to the house. Maybe the shopping trip hadn’t been a good idea…