throws the Dan Impostor at Carlos YEET

“Basically, Dan’s thing is that he’ll swear revenge on anyone or anything that pisses him off.”

the-perfect-scientist:

Whoa, wait –

Um… hi.

“But
I probably made it worse for myself after sending him to an alternate
dimension for a few days. He’s probably still pissed about that. Plus
him spending time in the Nexus may have altered his DNA or something, or
at least, that’s what I’ve been told.”

“Right… and this is the ‘nothing’ you’ve done to him then? Dude, don’t go messing with the multiverse without being a trained professional scientist – you have no idea what you’ll be getting into.”

“But my concern is Max. You leave that kid alone, you got me?”

My Fingers Slipped @partyplanningforsuckers The heat only seemed to be packed in at the circus, with the hundreds of citizens that had swarmed like ants and the intense rides that seemed to have a life of their own. The smell of sugary cotton candy and popcorn was enough to lure anyone who had just come from a days work, the circus was the place to be. With a circle of sand and tigers, along with swinging trapeze and double jointed dancers, the main stage was selling ticket for such a view.

partyplanningforsuckers:

the-perfect-scientist:

partyplanningforsuckers:

the-perfect-scientist:

partyplanningforsuckers

the-perfect-scientist:

Carlos hadn’t been to a circus in years – not since he was little. But there had been a raffle at work and Carlos had won a coupon for a free ticket. He kinda hoped that his brother and/or his dad were in town so he could invite them to go with him.

Carlos made his way to the ticket office that was set up, standing in the line with his coupon as he looked at everything around him. Some things were different than what he remembered or imagined a circus to be like, but not everything could be a dated cliche trope he supposed.

Once at the ticket office he smiled and offered the coupon. “Hey… this any good?” he asked in a joking manner.

@partyplanningforsuckers

“Skip
Mariah Danby,” He sighed, embarrassment twisting the tone of his tongue
as his eyes followed the walls and his foot tapped into the air. “Why
do you need to interview me if you’re just taking stuff from my body?
Can’t you just- I don’t know.. Knock me out and take what you want?”

Carlos made a slight face at that question, but he quickly wiped it away. “Well, no… I’d really rather not do that,” he told Skip. “I need to be able to label the samples correctly and I need to know some of your physical conditions so I can keep it in mind while testing.”

He quickly typed in Skip’s name. “I’m a scientist, but definitely not the ‘mad’ variety.”

“Then maybe you’re the cute variety, I think it’s a rare species.” In the moment he believed it to be one of the cheesiest pick up lines he had come up with, it was a severe blow to his ego and he instantly regretted it. He flinched at his own words, opening his mouth to say something but finding it empty.

Fingers ran through his hair nervously as he finally stuttered out, “S-sorry..”

Carlos lifted an eyebrow at him. “Uh… are you okay?” he asked. He tried to be gentle about it, but it probably came out as sounding like he was weirded out by Skip. Which he probably was, just… not for the flirting.

“Do… do you want some water or something to eat? Just to help you feel more comfortable?”

Skip wanted to flinch back and make a sassy remark about how Carlos couldn’t even take a compliment, they weren’t in the Middle Ages. Instead he simply blushed harder now even more embarrassed, “No,” The acrobat sighed through locked teeth, “Anymore questions?” Now he just wanted to get this done and over with, what an absolute mistake getting out of bed this morning.

“Yeah, actually,” Carlos said. “Just blood type and stuff…”

He thought about it. “Would you rather do this later?” If Skip said yes, Carlos had a feeling that they’d never get to the experiment and Carlos would be out of a volunteer. But he had to ask.

My Fingers Slipped @partyplanningforsuckers The heat only seemed to be packed in at the circus, with the hundreds of citizens that had swarmed like ants and the intense rides that seemed to have a life of their own. The smell of sugary cotton candy and popcorn was enough to lure anyone who had just come from a days work, the circus was the place to be. With a circle of sand and tigers, along with swinging trapeze and double jointed dancers, the main stage was selling ticket for such a view.

partyplanningforsuckers:

the-perfect-scientist:

partyplanningforsuckers

the-perfect-scientist:

Carlos hadn’t been to a circus in years – not since he was little. But there had been a raffle at work and Carlos had won a coupon for a free ticket. He kinda hoped that his brother and/or his dad were in town so he could invite them to go with him.

Carlos made his way to the ticket office that was set up, standing in the line with his coupon as he looked at everything around him. Some things were different than what he remembered or imagined a circus to be like, but not everything could be a dated cliche trope he supposed.

Once at the ticket office he smiled and offered the coupon. “Hey… this any good?” he asked in a joking manner.

@partyplanningforsuckers

“Skip
Mariah Danby,” He sighed, embarrassment twisting the tone of his tongue
as his eyes followed the walls and his foot tapped into the air. “Why
do you need to interview me if you’re just taking stuff from my body?
Can’t you just- I don’t know.. Knock me out and take what you want?”

Carlos made a slight face at that question, but he quickly wiped it away. “Well, no… I’d really rather not do that,” he told Skip. “I need to be able to label the samples correctly and I need to know some of your physical conditions so I can keep it in mind while testing.”

He quickly typed in Skip’s name. “I’m a scientist, but definitely not the ‘mad’ variety.”

“Then maybe you’re the cute variety, I think it’s a rare species.” In the moment he believed it to be one of the cheesiest pick up lines he had come up with, it was a severe blow to his ego and he instantly regretted it. He flinched at his own words, opening his mouth to say something but finding it empty.

Fingers ran through his hair nervously as he finally stuttered out, “S-sorry..”

Carlos lifted an eyebrow at him. “Uh… are you okay?” he asked. He tried to be gentle about it, but it probably came out as sounding like he was weirded out by Skip. Which he probably was, just… not for the flirting.

“Do… do you want some water or something to eat? Just to help you feel more comfortable?”

Carlos? I have a question for you.

tenticalkhoshekh:

the-perfect-scientist:

tenticalkhoshekh:

the-perfect-scientist:

tenticalkhoshekh:

the-perfect-scientist:

tenticalkhoshekh:

the-perfect-scientist:

tenticalkhoshekh:

the-perfect-scientist:

tenticalkhoshekh

the-perfect-scientist:

“Yeah, babe?”

Cecil looks to the lab phone, then back to Carlos. “Yes.”

“Huh. Okay. So you… you want to meet Max then? They might be doing a fire-side tonight… we can head over and say hi just before the sun sets.”

“I would love to meet Max. A friend of yours is a friend of mine Carlos. And he seemed lovely on the phone.”

“Heh… um, yeah… he’s a good kid. When he wants to be. Heh… yeah, I think you’ll like him.”

“I am ready to go whenever you are! I bet the camp will be interesting!”

“Yeah, it… it certainly is. It’s a different sort of interesting, but it’s still interesting. C’mon – let’s crash a fire-side. Heh!”

Cecil holds onto Carlos’s hand, a small smile on his face. “That sounds wonderful!”

“I got a pack of starbursts so we can hand them out to the kids. They’re great roasted over a fire.”

“It sounds.. neat! I’m excited!”

“Heh… me too, actually. Well you wanna put on your boots and we’ll head out?”

He nodded before heading over to grab his boots so he could join Carlos.

Carlos found the bag of starbursts as well as some other foodstuffs for s’mores. He grabbed his pack and a flashlight and smiled at Cecil, offering his hand.

throws the Dan Impostor at Carlos YEET

impostor-dans-search-history:

the-perfect-scientist:

impostor-dans-search-history:

the-perfect-scientist:

impostor-dans-search-history:

the-perfect-scientist:

Whoa, wait –

Um… hi.

“God, I hate anons…”

“Also, who are you?”

“The concerned party on behalf of Max. You?”

“Jesus Christ, does everyone & their brother know that little brat?”

“As for who I am, I’m just a guy who thinks that Max’s new friend Dan needs to be stopped at all costs.”

“So, what? Are you supposed to be Max’s dad or something?”

He paused for a moment. “I am his ‘dad’, yes. Can’t you see we look alike?”

“And not everybody’s brother knows him – My brother doesn’t know him.”

“Uh huh…”

“Anyway, are you aware that your kid & his friend are planning to kill me? And, no I am not exaggerating when I say this. Dan & Max are literally planning to kill me. I never did anything to hurt them…”

“Well, you must’ve done something bad then. Because Max doesn’t go threatening to kill people for kicks. I can’t say anything for Dan since I haven’t met the guy.“

My Fingers Slipped @partyplanningforsuckers The heat only seemed to be packed in at the circus, with the hundreds of citizens that had swarmed like ants and the intense rides that seemed to have a life of their own. The smell of sugary cotton candy and popcorn was enough to lure anyone who had just come from a days work, the circus was the place to be. With a circle of sand and tigers, along with swinging trapeze and double jointed dancers, the main stage was selling ticket for such a view.

partyplanningforsuckers

the-perfect-scientist:

Carlos hadn’t been to a circus in years – not since he was little. But there had been a raffle at work and Carlos had won a coupon for a free ticket. He kinda hoped that his brother and/or his dad were in town so he could invite them to go with him.

Carlos made his way to the ticket office that was set up, standing in the line with his coupon as he looked at everything around him. Some things were different than what he remembered or imagined a circus to be like, but not everything could be a dated cliche trope he supposed.

Once at the ticket office he smiled and offered the coupon. “Hey… this any good?” he asked in a joking manner.

@partyplanningforsuckers

“Skip
Mariah Danby,” He sighed, embarrassment twisting the tone of his tongue
as his eyes followed the walls and his foot tapped into the air. “Why
do you need to interview me if you’re just taking stuff from my body?
Can’t you just- I don’t know.. Knock me out and take what you want?”

Carlos made a slight face at that question, but he quickly wiped it away. “Well, no… I’d really rather not do that,” he told Skip. “I need to be able to label the samples correctly and I need to know some of your physical conditions so I can keep it in mind while testing.”

He quickly typed in Skip’s name. “I’m a scientist, but definitely not the ‘mad’ variety.”

throws the Dan Impostor at Carlos YEET

impostor-dans-search-history:

the-perfect-scientist:

impostor-dans-search-history:

the-perfect-scientist:

Whoa, wait –

Um… hi.

“God, I hate anons…”

“Also, who are you?”

“The concerned party on behalf of Max. You?”

“Jesus Christ, does everyone & their brother know that little brat?”

“As for who I am, I’m just a guy who thinks that Max’s new friend Dan needs to be stopped at all costs.”

“So, what? Are you supposed to be Max’s dad or something?”

He paused for a moment. “I am his ‘dad’, yes. Can’t you see we look alike?”

“And not everybody’s brother knows him – My brother doesn’t know him.”

Carlos? I have a question for you.

tenticalkhoshekh:

the-perfect-scientist:

tenticalkhoshekh:

the-perfect-scientist:

tenticalkhoshekh:

the-perfect-scientist:

tenticalkhoshekh:

the-perfect-scientist:

tenticalkhoshekh

the-perfect-scientist:

“Yeah, babe?”

Cecil looks to the lab phone, then back to Carlos. “Yes.”

“Huh. Okay. So you… you want to meet Max then? They might be doing a fire-side tonight… we can head over and say hi just before the sun sets.”

“I would love to meet Max. A friend of yours is a friend of mine Carlos. And he seemed lovely on the phone.”

“Heh… um, yeah… he’s a good kid. When he wants to be. Heh… yeah, I think you’ll like him.”

“I am ready to go whenever you are! I bet the camp will be interesting!”

“Yeah, it… it certainly is. It’s a different sort of interesting, but it’s still interesting. C’mon – let’s crash a fire-side. Heh!”

Cecil holds onto Carlos’s hand, a small smile on his face. “That sounds wonderful!”

“I got a pack of starbursts so we can hand them out to the kids. They’re great roasted over a fire.”

“It sounds.. neat! I’m excited!”

“Heh… me too, actually. Well you wanna put on your boots and we’ll head out?”

Carlos some guy named ‘Dan*’ is threatening to kidnap DedMax

dedneilsearchhistory:

the-perfect-scientist:

dedneilsearchhistory

the-perfect-scientist:

Isn’t… Dan the one who picked him up to bring him back to camp?

Guys, I’m getting mixed signals here…

Alright then… *He sighs, but forces a smile* Thanks for calling the police.. before anything bad happened..

Is… anything bad going to happen, Neil? I don’t know what this Dan* guy is capable of.

Well, I don’t know, to be honest. I only know that he’s hurt, and threatened, Max and that he’s trying to steal someones identity… I dont know if he’s strong or if he can fight… but I just hope nothing bad happens..

Well, okay. Um, well, there’s an adult involved now for you guys – me, I mean. I’ll do the best I can to protect you both.

Carlos? I have a question for you.

tenticalkhoshekh:

the-perfect-scientist:

tenticalkhoshekh:

the-perfect-scientist:

tenticalkhoshekh:

the-perfect-scientist:

tenticalkhoshekh

the-perfect-scientist:

“Yeah, babe?”

Cecil looks to the lab phone, then back to Carlos. “Yes.”

“Huh. Okay. So you… you want to meet Max then? They might be doing a fire-side tonight… we can head over and say hi just before the sun sets.”

“I would love to meet Max. A friend of yours is a friend of mine Carlos. And he seemed lovely on the phone.”

“Heh… um, yeah… he’s a good kid. When he wants to be. Heh… yeah, I think you’ll like him.”

“I am ready to go whenever you are! I bet the camp will be interesting!”

“Yeah, it… it certainly is. It’s a different sort of interesting, but it’s still interesting. C’mon – let’s crash a fire-side. Heh!”

Cecil holds onto Carlos’s hand, a small smile on his face. “That sounds wonderful!”

“I got a pack of starbursts so we can hand them out to the kids. They’re great roasted over a fire.”