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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?

Uh, kiddo? No offense, but you look kinda sick. You feeling okay?

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*laughs* hell fucking no, dude

*he
trembles slightly and takes some tissues* .. t-thanks.. *he dried his
tears quickly and glanced around* c-.. can we go back to talking a-about
fish..?

*he nods* Sure… absolutely. *Carlos plans to talk to the
counselors and try to get into touch with Max’s parents – they need to know
what happened anyway. But he kind of dreads meeting them.*

*he stands up and gently takes Max’s hand to walk him over
to sit at the fire pit* Let’s go sit down. So, when I get the tackle and
license I can teach you how to fish. As a kid, you’ll be able to do it without
a license as long as an adult is watching you.

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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
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“Yes, I know, it probably has its good side, but now we need to keep it from getting engulfed in the flames of Hell.” Stephen was still aggressively searching for more bloodstones until Carlos mentioned his stash. “Yes, please. I need to learn how to understand this magic quick before Azazel actually shows up, discovering this source of power and using it for his own good!” The small bamf shivered when he mentioned the demon. “Don’t worry, we will prevent that from happening, even if it means getting stuck in Nightvale for some time before I can make it back to the Sanctum.” His mind was so focused on stopping that red monster from destroying this place.

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He unlocked the door that led to a staircase that went straight up from them. He started up the stairs, expecting Dr Strange to follow him with the Bamf.

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first it was just the tira from an anon, then they made it so that
someone else could only take it off of me, then someone added a dress
and it was just kinda,,,, humiliating? For me? So now I’m burning them.

*Carlos’ shoulders slumped and he sighed deeply.* Ah… the
Grey-faces. Yeah, okay… I totally understand now.

I’m assuming they’ve gotten you at some point?

*laughs* Kid, I’ve been at this five years. Of course they got to me. You know my
daughter? Angela? You just met her, of course you know her. Well, she’s the
result of a Grey-face curse. 🙂

Woah,, did the anons just like,, give you a child? Can they do that? Just “suprise you have to take care of this now excited statement and holiday”

*laughs* no, no, it wasn’t quite like that… it was more of “Surprise,
you’re pregnant! Nevermind that you’re a man and don’t have the parts!”

Wait how is that possible?

Anon magic or something like that. You know why they’re called M!A’s?
It means Magic-Anon.

I know what M!A means, just, how?

You got me. Basically, the most I can figure is that Angela
ended up being a clone of me. Just… female.

So if Angela is a clone of you does that mean she’s in the science camp too?

Well, yeah, she’s in Science Camp right now. But her being a
genetic clone has nothing to do with that, actually – she legitimately loves
science. But that might be because of my profession. *he smiles a bit behind
his mask* But yeah, if she had wanted Dance Camp or Science Fiction Camp then
she would have gone to that instead. *then Max’s wording seems to confuse Carlos* You… you’re in science camp too, aren’t you? Isn’t this Science Camp?

No. you’re probably thinking about Neil, he’s in science camp, Nikki’s in adventure camp, Yadda yadda yadda.

What? No, I mean I thought you all were in Science Camp. How can you all be in different camps?

Oh buddy,,, that’s absolutely not the case. This camp is a scam, basically. *he pulls out a crumpled flyer from is pocket* this was Neil’s but, *he shows Carlos the flyer and it reads “science camp ‘and more’” in fine print* gotta read the fine print. *he balls it back up and throws it in the fire*

*Carlos just looks at the kid, confused* Angie’s mom signed her up for this camp. I… I
would think she would have read it. Did she just see the location and know that
I’d be nearby? Or… I’m very confused. I don’t know what happened at Angie’s mom’s
house for this to transpire.

Well Angie’s mom shoulda read the fine print.

I… I don’t know what to tell you. I have no idea what happened.
Huh… I guess I’ll try to call her or something later…

At least I’m nearby if something happens.

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Carlos was taken off-guard, but he merely gave the other a contemplative frown before reaching out to comply. “Uh… alright,” he said.

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She smiled, taking his hand. “Sorry, I lied, there’s… actually nothing wrong. You’re just cute, and I needed an excuse to introduce myself. Hi, I’m Selina.”

“O – oh, I – I see!” Carlos said. He laughed and the back of
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“Carlos,” she repeated, letting the name roll off of her tongue. It felt like melted caramel in her mouth. Soft and warm. “How lovely. It’s a pleasure to meet you,” she lilted. “You favor any particular field, or just… science?” she grinned.

Carlos wanted to laugh at the way she said his name – it was
cute.

“Uh, well, I have multiple degrees related to Mechanical
Engineering. But I also worked to get degrees in other fields so… you can say I
am a well-rounded scientist. Mechanics and robots are my favorite though.”

“Yeah? We should maybe… get together so you can tell me about those other degrees sometime,” she said, a soft smile on her face. “Perhaps over dinner?” she added with a casual shrug.

Carlos blinked at her. “Dinner?” he asked. He wasn’t sure about that – he often had dinner very late, as he was very busy with his science. “What about lunch? Or Coffee?” he asked her
with a smile.

Had dinner been too formal and forward? Maybe she was pushing this a little too far, too fast. Maybe he just wasn’t interested. That was disappointing to think about… She was mildly disheartened, but gave him a big smile in response anyway. “Coffee sounds perfect,” she replied, making sure to keep up her air of confidence. “What time works for you?”

Carlos laughed softly. “Well, time is really relative,” he
said. “Or not relative. It might not even exist at all – who knows! But…” He
thought about it. How could he sync up their perceived time? “What about the
sun? When it’s… say, at a seventy-degree angle to the west? We head over to the
Starbucks or something?”

Uh, kiddo? No offense, but you look kinda sick. You feeling okay?

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*laughs* hell fucking no, dude

yeah… it usually starts moving after i eat.. but it has been awhile.. am i really cold? *he tilts his head abit*

Yeah… or, at least colder than me. Wow… this is really
strange. *he scoffs at himself* Sorry, sorry, I’m just… confused, and in awe.

really? *he looks kinda surprised as he holds his arm close to his chest. he fixes the bandages* i don’t think anyones ever been ‘in awe’ at this…

Well… the way I see it you’re not really dead. Like, you are, but you’re still able to talk and think
and stuff. This is fascinating… grisly, but fascinating.

huh *he smiled slightly as he hopped off the bed* well… thanks i guess ? it’s weird though, knowing you could die at any given moment and it wouldn’t mean anything, not really.. *he wondered off to the door and waited for Carlos*

*Carlos follows him, feeling better about things now that he
knows Max is okay… more or less.* How long have you been like this, Max?

… just about all summer i think… which reminds me, i still have to find a place to stay after summer.. that’ll be fun… speaking of fun, wanna go hunting with me?

Uh… *there was a lot of stuff that Carlos wanted to respond
to, but one thing at a time* Hunting? Don’t you need tags and stuff?

what i need is food, and normal food doesn’t work anymore…. i’m kinda like a zombie in that way

Ah, I see… I suppose. I still think you might need tags or
you’d get in trouble though… I’m pretty sure poaching on this land is illegal.
Some rich guy owns it or something.

mr campbell? eh, he won’t miss a few squirrels… one time i caught a bird! *he smiles* i was careful enough and i got to keep the skull! after that i tried to glue it to the wall but it got stuck to my hand… *he chuckles* … as much as it may sound like it, i don’t actually like killing, but if i don’t i black out and hurt people

Uh, wh-what? Have you… given hot dogs a try? They’re
relatively cheap and they’re still made of meat. Kind of.

not.. that i can remember? but i think that’s mostly cause i don’t have any money … why are hospitals so expensive?

Are… they still trying to get money out of a dead boy? Wait…
I suppose if they could still charge you, of course they would. I can pick up a
packet of hot-dogs next time I go to town, if you’d like. And maybe a fishing
license too, now that I think about it. That way things would be a bit more
legal here. *he hums, contemplating* I’d need to get some tackle and a pole too…

you need a license to fish? i thought that was just for driving… *he looked up at the other* and the hospitals don’t know i’m dead, aside from a handful of people in camp and you, no one knows about me

That’s… all kinds of messed up. About the hospitals, I mean.
*he sighs* Well, about the fish – yeah, you need a license. Otherwise there’s
no limit on how many fish people can get and then the lake will no longer have
fish in it. A license is just a word for an ‘I’m allowed to do this’ paper.

huh… so how do you get one? do you have to get every time you want to fish?

No, it lasts for a few months. then you can get like four fish per day. You just have to get bait and tackle. It’ll do until you get home. Do… do your parents know about this whole… *he gestures at Max*

my parents… i don’t think they’ll care, and honestly, i don’t care what they think cause i’m never going back to them again *he crossed his arms angrily*

*Carlos is just confused. But he then got a little angry.
What could his parents have done to make him believe that* They wouldn’t care
that you’d been in a fatal… event?

no, because they don’t.. they don’t care… *he looked away, quickly drying his eyes* but it doesn’t matter, because even if i have to run far away, they’re never getting to me again!

Max, I… it’s okay. I didn’t mean to upset you. Though, I
want to ask… what did they do to make you believe they wouldn’t care?

where do i start? the years of telling me that i’m nothing? dropping me off at camp way to early cause they just couldn’t wait to get rid of me?! *tears started down his face without his notice* or the sleepless nights of crying?! *he covers his mouth before pulling his hood of face, his voice cracking slightly* b-but who knows, right?

*Carlos feels awful for bringing it up, and he knelt down
beside Max* Hey, hey… I’m sorry, kiddo. I’m so sorry… *he reaches into his coat
and pulls out a packet of tissues* Here – have some. *he tugs down Max’s hood
so he can see the tissues.* I’m sorry – I just wanted to know. I’m sorry –
shame on them for making you feel these things. They ought to know that what
they’re doing is not helping your mental state at all.

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first it was just the tira from an anon, then they made it so that
someone else could only take it off of me, then someone added a dress
and it was just kinda,,,, humiliating? For me? So now I’m burning them.

*Carlos’ shoulders slumped and he sighed deeply.* Ah… the
Grey-faces. Yeah, okay… I totally understand now.

I’m assuming they’ve gotten you at some point?

*laughs* Kid, I’ve been at this five years. Of course they got to me. You know my
daughter? Angela? You just met her, of course you know her. Well, she’s the
result of a Grey-face curse. 🙂

Woah,, did the anons just like,, give you a child? Can they do that? Just “suprise you have to take care of this now excited statement and holiday”

*laughs* no, no, it wasn’t quite like that… it was more of “Surprise,
you’re pregnant! Nevermind that you’re a man and don’t have the parts!”

Wait how is that possible?

Anon magic or something like that. You know why they’re called M!A’s?
It means Magic-Anon.

I know what M!A means, just, how?

You got me. Basically, the most I can figure is that Angela
ended up being a clone of me. Just… female.

So if Angela is a clone of you does that mean she’s in the science camp too?

Well, yeah, she’s in Science Camp right now. But her being a
genetic clone has nothing to do with that, actually – she legitimately loves
science. But that might be because of my profession. *he smiles a bit behind
his mask* But yeah, if she had wanted Dance Camp or Science Fiction Camp then
she would have gone to that instead. *then Max’s wording seems to confuse Carlos* You… you’re in science camp too, aren’t you? Isn’t this Science Camp?

No. you’re probably thinking about Neil, he’s in science camp, Nikki’s in adventure camp, Yadda yadda yadda.

What? No, I mean I thought you all were in Science Camp. How can you all be in different camps?

Oh buddy,,, that’s absolutely not the case. This camp is a scam, basically. *he pulls out a crumpled flyer from is pocket* this was Neil’s but, *he shows Carlos the flyer and it reads “science camp ‘and more’” in fine print* gotta read the fine print. *he balls it back up and throws it in the fire*

*Carlos just looks at the kid, confused* Angie’s mom signed her up for this camp. I… I
would think she would have read it. Did she just see the location and know that
I’d be nearby? Or… I’m very confused. I don’t know what happened at Angie’s mom’s
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Well
first it was just the tira from an anon, then they made it so that
someone else could only take it off of me, then someone added a dress
and it was just kinda,,,, humiliating? For me? So now I’m burning them.

*Carlos’ shoulders slumped and he sighed deeply.* Ah… the
Grey-faces. Yeah, okay… I totally understand now.

I’m assuming they’ve gotten you at some point?

*laughs* Kid, I’ve been at this five years. Of course they got to me. You know my
daughter? Angela? You just met her, of course you know her. Well, she’s the
result of a Grey-face curse. 🙂

Woah,, did the anons just like,, give you a child? Can they do that? Just “suprise you have to take care of this now excited statement and holiday”

*laughs* no, no, it wasn’t quite like that… it was more of “Surprise,
you’re pregnant! Nevermind that you’re a man and don’t have the parts!”

Wait how is that possible?

Anon magic or something like that. You know why they’re called M!A’s?
It means Magic-Anon.

I know what M!A means, just, how?

You got me. Basically, the most I can figure is that Angela
ended up being a clone of me. Just… female.

So if Angela is a clone of you does that mean she’s in the science camp too?

Well, yeah, she’s in Science Camp right now. But her being a
genetic clone has nothing to do with that, actually – she legitimately loves
science. But that might be because of my profession. *he smiles a bit behind
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she would have gone to that instead. *then Max’s wording seems to confuse Carlos* You… you’re in science camp too, aren’t you? Isn’t this Science Camp?

No. you’re probably thinking about Neil, he’s in science camp, Nikki’s in adventure camp, Yadda yadda yadda.

What? No, I mean I thought you all were in Science Camp. How can you all be in different camps?

Uh, kiddo? No offense, but you look kinda sick. You feeling okay?

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*laughs* hell fucking no, dude

yeah… it usually starts moving after i eat.. but it has been awhile.. am i really cold? *he tilts his head abit*

Yeah… or, at least colder than me. Wow… this is really
strange. *he scoffs at himself* Sorry, sorry, I’m just… confused, and in awe.

really? *he looks kinda surprised as he holds his arm close to his chest. he fixes the bandages* i don’t think anyones ever been ‘in awe’ at this…

Well… the way I see it you’re not really dead. Like, you are, but you’re still able to talk and think
and stuff. This is fascinating… grisly, but fascinating.

huh *he smiled slightly as he hopped off the bed* well… thanks i guess ? it’s weird though, knowing you could die at any given moment and it wouldn’t mean anything, not really.. *he wondered off to the door and waited for Carlos*

*Carlos follows him, feeling better about things now that he
knows Max is okay… more or less.* How long have you been like this, Max?

… just about all summer i think… which reminds me, i still have to find a place to stay after summer.. that’ll be fun… speaking of fun, wanna go hunting with me?

Uh… *there was a lot of stuff that Carlos wanted to respond
to, but one thing at a time* Hunting? Don’t you need tags and stuff?

what i need is food, and normal food doesn’t work anymore…. i’m kinda like a zombie in that way

Ah, I see… I suppose. I still think you might need tags or
you’d get in trouble though… I’m pretty sure poaching on this land is illegal.
Some rich guy owns it or something.

mr campbell? eh, he won’t miss a few squirrels… one time i caught a bird! *he smiles* i was careful enough and i got to keep the skull! after that i tried to glue it to the wall but it got stuck to my hand… *he chuckles* … as much as it may sound like it, i don’t actually like killing, but if i don’t i black out and hurt people

Uh, wh-what? Have you… given hot dogs a try? They’re
relatively cheap and they’re still made of meat. Kind of.

not.. that i can remember? but i think that’s mostly cause i don’t have any money … why are hospitals so expensive?

Are… they still trying to get money out of a dead boy? Wait…
I suppose if they could still charge you, of course they would. I can pick up a
packet of hot-dogs next time I go to town, if you’d like. And maybe a fishing
license too, now that I think about it. That way things would be a bit more
legal here. *he hums, contemplating* I’d need to get some tackle and a pole too…

you need a license to fish? i thought that was just for driving… *he looked up at the other* and the hospitals don’t know i’m dead, aside from a handful of people in camp and you, no one knows about me

That’s… all kinds of messed up. About the hospitals, I mean.
*he sighs* Well, about the fish – yeah, you need a license. Otherwise there’s
no limit on how many fish people can get and then the lake will no longer have
fish in it. A license is just a word for an ‘I’m allowed to do this’ paper.

huh… so how do you get one? do you have to get every time you want to fish?

No, it lasts for a few months. then you can get like four fish per day. You just have to get bait and tackle. It’ll do until you get home. Do… do your parents know about this whole… *he gestures at Max*

my parents… i don’t think they’ll care, and honestly, i don’t care what they think cause i’m never going back to them again *he crossed his arms angrily*

*Carlos is just confused. But he then got a little angry.
What could his parents have done to make him believe that* They wouldn’t care
that you’d been in a fatal… event?

no, because they don’t.. they don’t care… *he looked away, quickly drying his eyes* but it doesn’t matter, because even if i have to run far away, they’re never getting to me again!

Max, I… it’s okay. I didn’t mean to upset you. Though, I
want to ask… what did they do to make you believe they wouldn’t care?