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Hey. Tall guy. What are you doing here? I’ve never seen you before. (It’s cliche—ask—max. Something went wrong with my blog and I had to restart it somewhere else.)

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Huh? I’m studying the volcano. Are you a camper from one of the nearby camps?

((totally fine – i know stuff happens. Glad to see you back! 🙂

What’s it to you?

Well, my daughter’s a camper at the Camp Campbell. I’m just curious, really.

Yes. I am.

Oh, I see. *smiles* What are you doing out in the forest, buddy? Nice hoodie, by the way.

Trying to find the best way to set it on fire.

Oh, that’s – hey, wait… don’t do that. That’s very dangerous, and also very illegal.

Well, I want to die, but I also want this stupid fucking camp to burn with me.

…. Jesus…

Um, I don’t think you mean that, kiddo. That’s a very permanent, uh… ‘solution’ for whatever problem you’re facing. Hey, do you have a name?

It’s max. And I can tell you with certainty that I do mean that. I even managed to snag a bottle of lighter fluid and some matches.

What? Oh my god – okay, look, son, I now you think you mean it, but you’re, what… you’re only nine? You’re young! You don’t wanna make that mistake, believe me!

I’m not fucking nine! This isn’t a mistake! This is what has to happen!

Kid – Max – is there something going on at the camp that’s angering you? What is it that is making you unhappy? Please – you can tell me.

I don’t even know you. Why do you care anyway?

For one, I’m also in this forest. But I have a daughter about your, um… size. I know that when you’re angry it can seem like the end of the world.

*maxs head snaps up quickly* *he glares at carlos* are you saying that just because I’m young a short term anger will make me do this? That’s stupid. This isn’t because of some small inconvienece. This is way bigger than you think. Now if you’ll excuse me… *max tries to walk away*

Wait – stop! *He walks up and grabs the kid by the hoodie, pulling him up off the ground*

Put me the fuck down. Why does this even matter to you? It’s my life and I do what I want! If I want to burn, then so be it!

As a responsible adult who knows the danger coming, I can’t let you hurt yourself. Or commit arson. Where are the matches and fluid that you said you had?

Nowhere. I’m not telling you. And you can’t make me!

Kid, which camp did you come from? I need you to tell me now.

Camp Campbell. The shittiest of all the camps. I need it to burn. It’s burning, and I’m going with it.

That’s where my daughter is. I’m taking you back and we’re going to speak to your counselors. You need to understand, young man – I am not letting you put my daughter in danger because of your selfish actions!

*max flinches at Carlos’s harsh tone* n-no! Don’t tell the counselors!

You know I have to, Max. You could have caused a lot of damage if you hadn’t come across my tent, you know. *starts to walk down the path, still holding Max’s hoodie in his hand*

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What? No I’m- *he looked down, noticing his knee* oh I am. Eh, no big deal.

No, Max, we should clean that. God knows what was on this pan when it cut you. Lemme clean up this mess, then we’ll head to the medical tent or… wherever a first aid kit would be here.

Alright, Fine. *he put the pot onto one of the tables and sat down* there might be one somewhere in here or QM had it.

*quickly stacks the pots and puts them back – carefully so he doesn’t get cut* Where do you think it would be? *he stands and starts to look in the cupboards*

Probably in the cabinets or something, I dunno.

That’s what I’m thinking. Let’s see… lard, butter, spices… it concerns me that all the spices are completely full.

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Huh? I’m studying the volcano. Are you a camper from one of the nearby camps?

((totally fine – i know stuff happens. Glad to see you back! 🙂

What’s it to you?

Well, my daughter’s a camper at the Camp Campbell. I’m just curious, really.

Yes. I am.

Oh, I see. *smiles* What are you doing out in the forest, buddy? Nice hoodie, by the way.

Trying to find the best way to set it on fire.

Oh, that’s – hey, wait… don’t do that. That’s very dangerous, and also very illegal.

Well, I want to die, but I also want this stupid fucking camp to burn with me.

…. Jesus…

Um, I don’t think you mean that, kiddo. That’s a very permanent, uh… ‘solution’ for whatever problem you’re facing. Hey, do you have a name?

It’s max. And I can tell you with certainty that I do mean that. I even managed to snag a bottle of lighter fluid and some matches.

What? Oh my god – okay, look, son, I now you think you mean it, but you’re, what… you’re only nine? You’re young! You don’t wanna make that mistake, believe me!

I’m not fucking nine! This isn’t a mistake! This is what has to happen!

Kid – Max – is there something going on at the camp that’s angering you? What is it that is making you unhappy? Please – you can tell me.

I don’t even know you. Why do you care anyway?

For one, I’m also in this forest. But I have a daughter about your, um… size. I know that when you’re angry it can seem like the end of the world.

*maxs head snaps up quickly* *he glares at carlos* are you saying that just because I’m young a short term anger will make me do this? That’s stupid. This isn’t because of some small inconvienece. This is way bigger than you think. Now if you’ll excuse me… *max tries to walk away*

Wait – stop! *He walks up and grabs the kid by the hoodie, pulling him up off the ground*

Put me the fuck down. Why does this even matter to you? It’s my life and I do what I want! If I want to burn, then so be it!

As a responsible adult who knows the danger coming, I can’t let you hurt yourself. Or commit arson. Where are the matches and fluid that you said you had?

Nowhere. I’m not telling you. And you can’t make me!

Kid, which camp did you come from? I need you to tell me now.

Camp Campbell. The shittiest of all the camps. I need it to burn. It’s burning, and I’m going with it.

That’s where my daughter is. I’m taking you back and we’re going to speak to your counselors. You need to understand, young man – I am not letting you put my daughter in danger because of your selfish actions!

DIAMOND RING THING FOR MIA BECAUSE I NEED SOME CRACK TO OFFSET THE ANGST ON ANOTHER BLOG

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“♫Wake up in the mornin’ feelin’ pretty damn shitty♪” was literally Carlos’ first thought upon arriving at the Consciousness Station. Tragically, he wasn’t even in the proper mindset to appreciate his joke as the light resting on his eyes felt more like someone was taking a jackhammer straight into his face.

He made a noise – a long, moaning, very unhappy and painful noise – and reached both arms up to cover his face. Only one arm made it though, as the other was currently trapped underneath something. A pillow? A tight blanket? He didn’t know – it was warm though.

Carlos just frowned, shutting his eye closed again and groaning deeply. The pillows weren’t his, he realized. Neither was the blanket. Or the bed. He didn’t know where he was. And God, did it hurt trying to figure it all out.

“Nng… Then where are we?” he asked lowly.

“I have…no idea.” Giving up on untangling her legs the hard way, she rolled over again to stare up at the cieling of the darkened room.

Okay, time to think. They were in a strange room, neither of them knew where they were. She didn’t know how this had happened, or why. In fact, she barely remembered anything of the previous night. And trying to just made her head hurt even more.

“…Carlos, do you remember anything from last night?”

Carlos groaned at the thought of trying to make his brain work. But he tried to remember. “I went to your house… and it kinda turned into a deal where… you convinced me to let loose a little bit? I think? Not blamin’, just… s’what I remember.”

“Right….okay.” Mia groaned in commiseration, trying to connect the pieces to this black out migraine puzzle they were facing. What on Earth had they done? 

“….Bar. Think I convinced you to go drinking with me? But where-?” They were starting to piece it together, but she was still hopelessly confused.

Carlos hummed, still pressing his hands to his face to try and alleviate the pain. “I dunno… I don’t go to bars…” He tried to think further back. Beatles? For some reason they’d been on the radio, and it got Carlos thinking about some kind of live show that was related. Wait… Wait, wait wait…

“Love. I remember Love. Like… ‘All you need is Love’ and… and stuff. God, what was the… the thing called?”

dead max is planning to steal a car and rob a liquor store, how do you feel about that? knowing you adopted a mistake?

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You know, last time I listened to one of you guys I was wrong. Fool me twice and all that… Lemme just ask the boy myself.

@dedmaxsearchhistory? You hearing this? *gestures upward*

*he nods slightly* y-yeah, i guess.. *hic* .. Carlos i-i promise not to rob anymore stores…

*looks down at Max* You sure, buddy? YOu’re telling me the truth, right? *his voice is still soft, but it still demands honesty.*

y-yeah.. i’m sure… *he yawns and rubs his eyes* a promise is a promise…

I would love to see you keep it, Max. I think you should take some time to yourself now… you look tired.

i’m not tired.. i’m just… sad *he glances away, mumbling* i don’t want to be alone…

Why don’t you want to be alone, Max?

i don’t trust myself i just don’t…

Do you want me to sit in your tent with you? I do think a nap would do you some good. But if you’d rather not be alone, I can oblige you there as well. That is – if you’re okay with it. I know I’m not actually your dad, and I just realized how what I suggested sounds…

*he chuckles slightly and nods* thanks Carlos.. *he dries his eyes and gets up*

*Carlos stands up as well and brushes off his coat and legs. He then offers Max a hand to hold*

*he hesitates before taking Carlos’ hand and walking back to his tent, yawning ocasionally*

*Carlos is silent, not sure if Max wants to talk about anything else right then. They would go at Max’s pace.*

*he was quiet for awhile til they were almost at his tent, his voice still almost a whisper* do you remember the shadow people?

*he frowns. Yeah, he remembered.* Yeah, Max. Did… has something happened?

i think they decided they don’t like you anymore… *he stepped into his tent*

*Carlos was confused* They don’t like me… anymore? As in they had liked me before? Or did they just say they don’t like me?

they were mostly relaxed around you before but now.. *he sits on the edge of his bed and shrugs* they keep hissing at you

Do you know why? *closes the tent and goes to sit on the other cot across from Max.*

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Huh? I’m studying the volcano. Are you a camper from one of the nearby camps?

((totally fine – i know stuff happens. Glad to see you back! 🙂

What’s it to you?

Well, my daughter’s a camper at the Camp Campbell. I’m just curious, really.

Yes. I am.

Oh, I see. *smiles* What are you doing out in the forest, buddy? Nice hoodie, by the way.

Trying to find the best way to set it on fire.

Oh, that’s – hey, wait… don’t do that. That’s very dangerous, and also very illegal.

Well, I want to die, but I also want this stupid fucking camp to burn with me.

…. Jesus…

Um, I don’t think you mean that, kiddo. That’s a very permanent, uh… ‘solution’ for whatever problem you’re facing. Hey, do you have a name?

It’s max. And I can tell you with certainty that I do mean that. I even managed to snag a bottle of lighter fluid and some matches.

What? Oh my god – okay, look, son, I now you think you mean it, but you’re, what… you’re only nine? You’re young! You don’t wanna make that mistake, believe me!

I’m not fucking nine! This isn’t a mistake! This is what has to happen!

Kid – Max – is there something going on at the camp that’s angering you? What is it that is making you unhappy? Please – you can tell me.

I don’t even know you. Why do you care anyway?

For one, I’m also in this forest. But I have a daughter about your, um… size. I know that when you’re angry it can seem like the end of the world.

*maxs head snaps up quickly* *he glares at carlos* are you saying that just because I’m young a short term anger will make me do this? That’s stupid. This isn’t because of some small inconvienece. This is way bigger than you think. Now if you’ll excuse me… *max tries to walk away*

Wait – stop! *He walks up and grabs the kid by the hoodie, pulling him up off the ground*

Put me the fuck down. Why does this even matter to you? It’s my life and I do what I want! If I want to burn, then so be it!

As a responsible adult who knows the danger coming, I can’t let you hurt yourself. Or commit arson. Where are the matches and fluid that you said you had?

Nowhere. I’m not telling you. And you can’t make me!

Kid, which camp did you come from? I need you to tell me now.

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“Tell everyone to concentrate their bloodstone and perform this chant!” Stephen blinked suddenly. He hadn’t written it down and couldn’t! Oh this was a travesty. Not even his keyboard could perform Norse runes. “Um, wait!” The sorcerer recorded the chant on his phone and sent it to Carlos. “Start by sending Cecil this as a means to get the bamfs out of Hell, then maybe we can test other words that would hurt the red demons! If we combine bloodstone magic with my sorcery, I could defend this entire town in a most unique way. Why, if the town accepts me I could protect it from New York in my Sanctum with a bloodstone….oh the possibilities are endless….” He paced back and forth and contemplated on the complexities of combining his powers with that of Nightvale’s.

Carlos’ phone chimed when it recieved the message. However, the chime wasn’t the one he had as a default – the sound that came out of his phone was a low mystical thrum that gave him shivers up from his toes and up his spine. He shuddered, but then forwarded the sound file to Cecil along with the instructions that he’d been given.

“Maybe Cecil could play it over the air… do you think that would work? Would… would it activate the bloodstones within proximity if someone was for some reason unable to chant? Like, if they had a monster attacking them for instance.”

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Carlos just kept smiling. “It’s alright, Hancock… I promise. I knew you wouldn’t remember. I just wanted to do something nice for you… I like doing that for you when I can. Because you know… all you do is give to me and others.” He kissed his hand again. “If you wanna make it up to me though, I’ll let you. But believe me when I say I don’t mind – you’ve provided so much for me already.” Carlos swallowed around a little lump in his throat that was starting to develop from his talk… he should probably stop talking if he didn’t wanna tear up. Hancock could probably even hear it in his voice if he was paying attention to that.

Regardless of what Carlos said, Hancock still felt bad. Here he’d done something nice for him and the ghoul hadn’t even considered that a holiday was even coming up or that he should do anything special for him–– aside from the occasional spontaneous something special, that is. “I…… I should have remembered. I should have known and had something planned and I’m sorry. Holidays….. really aren’t my strong suit, I don’t uh…. I don’t really celebrate anything so I never know when something’s coming up. I promise I’ll figure out something to make it up to you.”

Carlos nodded a bit and finally leaned in to press a gentle kiss to Hancock’s mouth. He sat back and took a deep breath before smiling again. He was trying not to cry, and it was working. Hancock was just so sweet and it touched Carlos… but he really didn’t wanna cry yet when he wasn’t even done with the presents yet.

“Um… Let’s finish eating, “ he said. “I’ve… I’ve got something else for you, but I left it in the warehouse. So… mind walking with me to go get it? After we eat?”

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What? No I’m- *he looked down, noticing his knee* oh I am. Eh, no big deal.

No, Max, we should clean that. God knows what was on this pan when it cut you. Lemme clean up this mess, then we’ll head to the medical tent or… wherever a first aid kit would be here.

Alright, Fine. *he put the pot onto one of the tables and sat down* there might be one somewhere in here or QM had it.

*quickly stacks the pots and puts them back – carefully so he doesn’t get cut* Where do you think it would be? *he stands and starts to look in the cupboards*

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Carlos didn’t usually just go around kissing folks. But he was at least safe in the knowledge that Percival wouldn’t just punch him outright. Maybe.

Carlos gently touched the man’s arm to get his attention, and while Percival was turned toward him Carlos got up on his toes a bit and pressed a gentle – just a touch of the lips – kiss to the Director’s mouth.

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“I meant in this moment.” He said with a soft laugh when the other said courting.

“Perhaps you may like to join me for dinner tomorrow in that case? A small place just down the street.”

“Oh,” Carlos said, flushing a bit. “Um – Um, yeah – Dinner sounds great. That’d be… that’d be great…” He smiled slightly. “I… I don’t know what to do in the meantime.. sorry. I haven’t done this in a while. Damn… I already said that, didn’t I? Sorry – lemme stop talking for a second.”

Percival smiles slightly. “Its fine.” He said with a laugh. “Well in the meantime, we don’t have to do much.” he said with a small shrug. 

“Really. We can… figure it out together, as we both appear to be rather clueless.” 

Carlos huffed out a small laugh. “Kinda sad, isn’t it?” he asked. He meant more sad for him rather than Graves – he was sure Graves would be much better than him. He just had the confidence that Carlos was struggling to gather, along with the belief that this was actually happening.