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dedmax drank paint and is talking with adult strangers

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Why the hell – Max? Max, where are you buddy? I need to know how you’re feeling.

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.. you need to know if i’m feeling? that’s.. a weird way to phrase that..

“How”. I need to know “How” you’re feeling. Do you feel sick at all?

not really.. *he put a hand on his stomach*

You don’t feel sick? That’s… weird. What kind of paint was it?

i dunno, it didn’t have a label

Okay… um, where’s the container? I might be able to identify it. I’m a scientist, after all.

it’s back at my tent *he motions behind him* it seems really cheap though, like the rest of this damn camp

Well, cheap might mean non-toxic. Usually it’s the good stuff that can harm you really badly. Why’d you drink it, Max?

i momentarily mistook it for toothpaste *he starts walking towards his tent* i also need a new toothbrush..

Well, you shouldn’t drink toothpaste either, Max, just so you know. The flouride, if more than what you use for brushing is ingested, can be poisonous. *he doesn’t entirely believe the ‘toothpaste’ story, but decides to wait and see if Max will tell him what really happened later*

i wasn’t drinking toothpaste, i was just trying to brush my fucking teeth! *he sighed as he stepped into the messy tent, grabbing one of the random, unmarked tubes*

*Looks at Max in surprise, but then a disapproving frown appears on his face.* Hey – That wasn’t called for, Max.

*Folds his arms and looks disappointingly at Pure* So… what happened? While you and Max were spending time together?

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Oh geez, uhh… well..
Max got drunk after he ran into a tree. Why did he run into a tree? I was trying to stop him from drinking. Anyway, uh, after he got drunk we, well I wasn’t really doing anything, kind of… turned some stuff to gold… we talked about some stuff and then… we did some… naughty stuff together…

*Sighs* Pure, I need you to tell me again… without minimizing your involvement. You’re in trouble with me already. I need to know where your faults are so I can determine exactly how long I think Max should be grounded from you. So start again from the beginning – and don’t hide anything important, I’m warning you.

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97% sure.

Ninety-seven percent? What about the other three?

*Max shrugged* Dunno. Look, if you’re so concerned about it we can literally go over there and look.

We could? *he then frowns* I… should do it when the QM isn’t there..

I dunno when he’s not there, to be fair no one knows where he is half the time anyway.

Ugh… still, I’d better try to avoid  him. In the meantime, maybe don’t swim in the lake or do anything with it until I figure out what’s in it. Unless the case is I find out there’s something bad in it, then you ought to continue not doing anything in it.

I wanna come too. That way even if, which is impossible, the kid is a “”ghost”” we can know if only kids can see him or not. *that’s clearly not the reason he wants to come but*

What? Why on Earth do you want to come? Max, you saw some things there, and I am absolutely not willing to put you in that situation again!

I don’t want to be here. Plus, I know where to avoid, so you don’t see shit.

I’m an adult – I’m really not concerned about myself. Max, it’s illegal for you to see… stuff like that.

Then he shouldn’t be doing that at a children’s fucking summer camp.

Hey, watch– *he stopped. Max was entirely justified in swearing in this case* No, absolutely he shouldn’t be doing that! Which is why I don’t want you going back to Spooky Island.

C’mon! I have a knife stick for protection and everything!

A… a knife stick??

Yeah. A stick with a pocket knife taped to it. Knife stick.

…

You can’t have that anymore. Take the knife off the stick.

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*Max makes his way to the QM store and stood outside the door*

So… what exactly is the plan with the Tide Pods in the bucket? Are you going to test how quickly the outer film dissolves, or if it goes into osmosis?

Eh, I was just gonna see if it was weird with lake water or not, but that other stuff’s pretty cool too, I guess. *He turns the door handle* He actually left it unlocked this time.. *he kicks the door open but not too harshly*

Oh – do you think the lake water might do something interesting to it? I think that’s a great thing to ex – OH MY GOD WHAT IS THAT???

*there’s an upside down crucifix within view of the door and nailed to it is a chicken teddy bear. As in… a teddy made out of chicken that looked like it belonged in a freezer. Bits of dark fur stuck out of the seams and a dark liquid looked to be seeping out. Was that blood? It was really watered down though… some kind of slime?*

WHAT THE FUCK?!

*without really thinking Carlos snaps his hands down to cover Max’s eyes and quickly backed them out, slamming the door shut*

What… what?? What the hell…??

*who just had some gross-ass effigy in their storehouse??*

……I don’t know what I expected.

What was that? No, what the hell was that?? Why did he have that?? Oh God – why is he near children????????

*Max shrugged* The inner machinations of his mind are an enigma.

Alright. Let’s try this again. *Max grabed a stick from the side of the QMS (quartermaster store) and reaches to turn the door handle*

What? No – why are you going to go in there again? Max, what if he has something dangerous in there? *Dammit – he left his danger meter a the camp site!*

Why d’you think I grabbed a stick? Now, c’mon. I can whack it out the window and we won’t have to see it again. We can get the bucket and go.

No – no, no, no, Max, let’s not. This is clearly a red zone and we should probably think of something else.

But- fiiiiine. *he tosses the stick back onto the ground* There’s probably one in the mess hall maybe. I dunno this place is cheap.

*sighs in relief* Okay… let’s go check. If not, I can invent one. O-or, something like it, I mean.

Making one will take longer than finding one. *he makes his way to the mess hall which was connected with the QMS. He tries to pull open the doors but they won’t budge* dammit.

Lemme try. *he takes the handle and turns it, pushing in*. Doors from the outside almost always open inwards.

…I knew that.

*smiles at Max as he steps inside* So… what sort of stuff do you think we can find in here? An empty food bucket, maybe?

There should be some sort of pot or something in the kitchen. Maybe a mop bucket too. Whatever comes first.

Ah, a pot. That could work. Good thinking. We’ll of course be sure to wash it thoroughly after we’re done with it.

Would we need to? I mean we are putting cleaning stuff in it. *He dug around in the kitchen area*

Yeah but, we probably shouldn’t be letting any part of a tide pod get into people’s mouths. Let alone the lake water. *He looks around in the shelves that Max can’t quite reach*

You’re probably right. But it’s not like one of us hasn’t eaten podscum before.. hey I think I found something.

Yeah? *looks down at Max to see*

*he pulls out a large pot, resulting in multiple pots and pans crashing down in front of him* ,,yikes.

Ah – Jesus! Max, are you hurt? *he goes over to start piling the impliments away from Max*

I’m fiiine. Barely even touched me. *one of the fallen pans ripped a little hole in his jeans, resulting in a scraped knee. He stood up holding the large pot in front of him* this’ll work, right?

*grumbles at one of the pans – it looked like it was fifty years old and had some sharp edges. He looks at Max* Yeah, that looks like it’ll work, I thi– Max, you’re hurt!

Remember me???

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*screams at icon* Oh wait – Hey Max!

Hi. So you do remember me? That’s funny, people usually don’t.

Admittedly your icon threw me off, buddy. I haven’t seen you in a bit though. How are you?

Dead inside. As usual. What abut you?

I…. I’m okay. Um… what do you mean dead inside?

*he glares* what the fuck do you think I mean? You appear to be a relatively intelligent guy, figure it out.

*this irks Carlos* Hey! – Okay, Max? I want you to lose the tone – there’s no need for you to speak to me in this way. What is it, buddy? What’s going on?

Absolutely nothing. Nothing happens ever.

Max… I’m really not appreciating this sarcasm. I’d like to know if I can help you out.

I don’t need ‘help’. Nothings wrong.

Don’t you wanna at least get it off your chest? And if you’re not willing to let me help, then I don’t want to hear your sass.

*max looks away* I-I’m fine.

*Carlos softens up some.* Clearly you’re not. C’mon, Max… what is it? What’s wrong?

*max puts the hood of his hoodie up* it’s nothing. I don’t wanna bother you.

But it’s bothering you.  Max, I promise – I’m not going to judge you or anything.

It’s stupid…it’s just…life…y’know?

*kneels down in front of him* What’s happening in life, Max?

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*max shrugs* if your kid likes the camp, and I don’t see why anyone would,
then I guess ask her too if you wanna take her out of here. I’d be fine
with leaving but my “parents” don’t have a say in that anymore.

*he looks at Max* What do you mean they don’t have a say? Is
there a contract?

*max was slient and lowered the dress more before shrugging* sorry about my language but, they don’t give a shit. They never did. So David took me in and I can’t leave without him so..

*Carlos felt a little like he’d been punched in the gut,
hearing that Max wasn’t being taken care of by his parents. He felt sorry for
bringing it up*

I’m sorry to hear that. But, I guess you understand… it’s
tough for a guy like David to work at the same time as raising you. He’s… he’s
single, isn’t he?

Yeah, he does a pretty good job though so. And he cares so, can’t complain there.

*nods* Yeah, okay. That’s good – that’s very good.

*by now Max has nearly lowered the entire dress into the fire* hm.

*Carlos senses Max might not want to talk about it anymore
so he goes quiet just to watch the dress burn some more*

This is,, really cool, the fire and stuff.

Yeah, it is. Fire is fascinating. Humans have been playing
with it for God knows how long. It’s amazing what we can do with it, you know?

Yeah, but a lot of damage could be done with it and that kinda sucks.

*hums and nods* Which is why we took safety measures. I’m
glad you could have fun with it, and get what you wanted done.

*the dress had finally gotten Completely into the fire* yeah. *Max tosses the stick into the fire and sat down* what time is it?

*pulls out his phone to look at the time* It’s a little over
half past 9. Does David check in on the campers?

Yeah, usually. I should probably get to my tent or he’ll flip. *Max stood up and stretched*

*Nods* I’ll walk you to your tent – I have a flashlight on
my phone. Then I’ll come right back to deal with the fire.

Yeah, alright. *Max yawns* damn I’m tired.

*Carlos chuckles softly and stands up. He pulls down his
handkerchief and offers his hand to Max*

*Max looked at Carlos’ hand, confused before giving him the handkerchief and shoving his hands in his pockets*

*Carlos is confused a bit, but he puts the handkerchief in
his pocket. He then offers his hand again* Wanna hold my hand while I walk you
back?