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the forest was quiet as usual til what sounded like a storm opened up from a small circle a few feet off the ground, complete with lightening flash off and striking trees but as quickly as the the ‘storm’ started, it ended, leaving only a few burn marks and a broken man on the ground -(sending this again cause i know tumblitch eats asks) dedmax, a starter for jon!

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Carlos went out into the storm with his equipment, since the weather was really interesting around Sleepy Peak Peak (what, with Spooky island and that one side of the lake always being covered in dark, foreboding clouds).

As he approached one of the locations of a lightning strike however he paused, seeing a person on the ground. Oh no – did it strike someone?

Carlos hurried over and dropped his equipment to the side to start inspecting the body for life.

“He-hello? Hello, can you hear me? Sir?”

J: he climbed in, wincing slightly “My boss, His son, A couple friends.. Some battles leave scars, What can You do?”

Carlos nodded. “Do you think your buddies would start up another portal to come looking for you?” Carlos asked. He paused for a moment. “You doing okay?“

J: “Short verison? Not really.. As for My friends, I doubt they’d send anyone looking for Me this soon” he buckled up

Carlos pressed his lips together, worried. “I’ll try to drive carefully,” he promised. He went around to get into his driver’s seat and put his own belt on before reaching to adjust the rear view mirror. “Why wouldn’t they send someone to look for you? Did they not see you get injured?”

J: “Well I’m guessing the portal was My bosses, But My work place is.. Uh, Literally hell so they don’t tend to care if one demon ends up dying because they can replace Me without a second thought”

Carlos looked at him. “I’m sorry but… that’s pretty shitty.” It also begged the question of what did Jon do to end up in Hell? But Carlos wasn’t going to ask that. Not yet. “Well, we’ll get you to the camp and hopefully figure out a way to get you home.”

Pfft, Dead people don’t exist!

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I’m going to summon my abuelo and you can say that to his ectoplasmic face.

You watch whose beliefs you step on, child.

i knew i wasn’t real-

Max, you are the realest real to ever real. I promise you.

lies! i’m probably just part of some dream!

Whose dream? Not mine – there’d be a lot more science going on if it was.

i dunno, most of the time i don’t even know if i’m dreaming

Well, I don’t think you are. Since I”m here, and we’re both acknowledging that dreams are a thing.

*he chuckles* yeah, i guess but sometimes things really don’t feel real..

That’s called ‘disassociation’. It happens sometimes… even to me.

really? .. why does it happen..?

Well, there’s more than a couple things that can cause it. Like a psycological disorder or a coping mechanism developed from a past trauma.

the forest was quiet as usual til what sounded like a storm opened up from a small circle a few feet off the ground, complete with lightening flash off and striking trees but as quickly as the the ‘storm’ started, it ended, leaving only a few burn marks and a broken man on the ground -(sending this again cause i know tumblitch eats asks) dedmax, a starter for jon!

dedmaxsearchhistory:

the-perfect-scientist:

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the-perfect-scientist:

Carlos went out into the storm with his equipment, since the weather was really interesting around Sleepy Peak Peak (what, with Spooky island and that one side of the lake always being covered in dark, foreboding clouds).

As he approached one of the locations of a lightning strike however he paused, seeing a person on the ground. Oh no – did it strike someone?

Carlos hurried over and dropped his equipment to the side to start inspecting the body for life.

“He-hello? Hello, can you hear me? Sir?”

J: he climbed in, wincing slightly “My boss, His son, A couple friends.. Some battles leave scars, What can You do?”

Carlos nodded. “Do you think your buddies would start up another portal to come looking for you?” Carlos asked. He paused for a moment. “You doing okay?“

J: “Short verison? Not really.. As for My friends, I doubt they’d send anyone looking for Me this soon” he buckled up

Carlos pressed his lips together, worried. “I’ll try to drive carefully,” he promised. He went around to get into his driver’s seat and put his own belt on before reaching to adjust the rear view mirror. “Why wouldn’t they send someone to look for you? Did they not see you get injured?”

the forest was quiet as usual til what sounded like a storm opened up from a small circle a few feet off the ground, complete with lightening flash off and striking trees but as quickly as the the ‘storm’ started, it ended, leaving only a few burn marks and a broken man on the ground -(sending this again cause i know tumblitch eats asks) dedmax, a starter for jon!

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the-perfect-scientist:

Carlos went out into the storm with his equipment, since the weather was really interesting around Sleepy Peak Peak (what, with Spooky island and that one side of the lake always being covered in dark, foreboding clouds).

As he approached one of the locations of a lightning strike however he paused, seeing a person on the ground. Oh no – did it strike someone?

Carlos hurried over and dropped his equipment to the side to start inspecting the body for life.

“He-hello? Hello, can you hear me? Sir?”

J: he climbed in, wincing slightly “My boss, His son, A couple friends.. Some battles leave scars, What can You do?”

Carlos nodded. “Do you think your buddies would start up another portal to come looking for you?” Carlos asked. He paused for a moment. “You doing okay?“

Pfft, Dead people don’t exist!

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I’m going to summon my abuelo and you can say that to his ectoplasmic face.

You watch whose beliefs you step on, child.

i knew i wasn’t real-

Max, you are the realest real to ever real. I promise you.

lies! i’m probably just part of some dream!

Whose dream? Not mine – there’d be a lot more science going on if it was.

i dunno, most of the time i don’t even know if i’m dreaming

Well, I don’t think you are. Since I”m here, and we’re both acknowledging that dreams are a thing.

*he chuckles* yeah, i guess but sometimes things really don’t feel real..

That’s called ‘disassociation’. It happens sometimes… even to me.

the forest was quiet as usual til what sounded like a storm opened up from a small circle a few feet off the ground, complete with lightening flash off and striking trees but as quickly as the the ‘storm’ started, it ended, leaving only a few burn marks and a broken man on the ground -(sending this again cause i know tumblitch eats asks) dedmax, a starter for jon!

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Carlos went out into the storm with his equipment, since the weather was really interesting around Sleepy Peak Peak (what, with Spooky island and that one side of the lake always being covered in dark, foreboding clouds).

As he approached one of the locations of a lightning strike however he paused, seeing a person on the ground. Oh no – did it strike someone?

Carlos hurried over and dropped his equipment to the side to start inspecting the body for life.

“He-hello? Hello, can you hear me? Sir?”

J: there was a moments pause before he answered “Yeah come in..!”

Carlos pushed open the door and smiled. “Hey there. How you doing?”

J: he winced slightly as he put on his shirt but smiled “Pretty good considering everything”

Carlos nodded. “That’s good to hear,” he said. He didn’t miss the wince. “Did they give you meds?” he asked.

J: “They tried, But I’m not to friendly to the idea of strangers putting small pills in My mouth, I’ve learned that lession..”

Carlos blinked. “Seriously? But this is a hospital… are you sure?” he asked.

J: he nods, limping walking towards him “Can we go now? The smells here are driving Me crazy..”

“Yeah, sure,” Carlos said. He offered Jon an arm to hold while he walked. “Let’s get you signed out, buddy.”

J: he aws abit confused about the gusture, but figured it out a couple seconds later. he smiled and nods “Sounds good”

Carlos led the way to the outside nurse’s station to get him signed out.

J: he tucked his tail away as they walked, glancing around the nurses station

Carlos worked on the paperwork that was given to him quickly. ONce done he turned to lead Jon out to his car. “So… where to?” he asked.

J: he thought for a moment “The camp is the closet place I know of with a portal to home, So I guess there”

“Right… okay then,” Carlos said. “Do you… mind telling me what caused you to leave through the portal in the first place?”

J: “I don’t know who opened the portal, But it wasn’t Mine or My choice to leave.. Actually, I hardly remember anything from that fight..”

“There was a fight?” Carlos asked him. He pulled out his keys from his pocket and when the reached his car he hit the button to unlock the doors. “I mean, I surmised that something happened, but I wasn’t going to make assumptions on what…”

J: ‘Yeah, We were attacked by.. Something..” he glanced at Carlos before looking at his car “I’m fairly sure we won though..”

“you won with greivous injury?” Carlos quipped. He opened the passenger door to let Jon slide in. “You said ‘us’. Who was with you?”

Pfft, Dead people don’t exist!

dedmaxsearchhistory:

the-perfect-scientist:

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the-perfect-scientist:

dedmaxsearchhistory:

the-perfect-scientist:

I’m going to summon my abuelo and you can say that to his ectoplasmic face.

You watch whose beliefs you step on, child.

i knew i wasn’t real-

Max, you are the realest real to ever real. I promise you.

lies! i’m probably just part of some dream!

Whose dream? Not mine – there’d be a lot more science going on if it was.

i dunno, most of the time i don’t even know if i’m dreaming

Well, I don’t think you are. Since I”m here, and we’re both acknowledging that dreams are a thing.

the forest was quiet as usual til what sounded like a storm opened up from a small circle a few feet off the ground, complete with lightening flash off and striking trees but as quickly as the the ‘storm’ started, it ended, leaving only a few burn marks and a broken man on the ground -(sending this again cause i know tumblitch eats asks) dedmax, a starter for jon!

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Carlos went out into the storm with his equipment, since the weather was really interesting around Sleepy Peak Peak (what, with Spooky island and that one side of the lake always being covered in dark, foreboding clouds).

As he approached one of the locations of a lightning strike however he paused, seeing a person on the ground. Oh no – did it strike someone?

Carlos hurried over and dropped his equipment to the side to start inspecting the body for life.

“He-hello? Hello, can you hear me? Sir?”

J: there was a moments pause before he answered “Yeah come in..!”

Carlos pushed open the door and smiled. “Hey there. How you doing?”

J: he winced slightly as he put on his shirt but smiled “Pretty good considering everything”

Carlos nodded. “That’s good to hear,” he said. He didn’t miss the wince. “Did they give you meds?” he asked.

J: “They tried, But I’m not to friendly to the idea of strangers putting small pills in My mouth, I’ve learned that lession..”

Carlos blinked. “Seriously? But this is a hospital… are you sure?” he asked.

J: he nods, limping walking towards him “Can we go now? The smells here are driving Me crazy..”

“Yeah, sure,” Carlos said. He offered Jon an arm to hold while he walked. “Let’s get you signed out, buddy.”

J: he aws abit confused about the gusture, but figured it out a couple seconds later. he smiled and nods “Sounds good”

Carlos led the way to the outside nurse’s station to get him signed out.

J: he tucked his tail away as they walked, glancing around the nurses station

Carlos worked on the paperwork that was given to him quickly. ONce done he turned to lead Jon out to his car. “So… where to?” he asked.

J: he thought for a moment “The camp is the closet place I know of with a portal to home, So I guess there”

“Right… okay then,” Carlos said. “Do you… mind telling me what caused you to leave through the portal in the first place?”

J: “I don’t know who opened the portal, But it wasn’t Mine or My choice to leave.. Actually, I hardly remember anything from that fight..”

“There was a fight?” Carlos asked him. He pulled out his keys from his pocket and when the reached his car he hit the button to unlock the doors. “I mean, I surmised that something happened, but I wasn’t going to make assumptions on what…”

Pfft, Dead people don’t exist!

dedmaxsearchhistory:

the-perfect-scientist:

dedmaxsearchhistory:

the-perfect-scientist:

I’m going to summon my abuelo and you can say that to his ectoplasmic face.

You watch whose beliefs you step on, child.

i knew i wasn’t real-

Max, you are the realest real to ever real. I promise you.

lies! i’m probably just part of some dream!

Whose dream? Not mine – there’d be a lot more science going on if it was.

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Carlos watched Hancock take the Addictol. He took it like he was huffing Jet. Did he already forget what it was that Carlos got him? He reached to take the inhaler and ensure that it was empty when Hancock had looked at him.

Carlos felt a pang of guilt in his chest. Hancock was like this because of him. Obviously. This had Carlos wondering, again, if they should stay together in the long-term if he was going to just be a source of pain for Hancock.

But he really couldn’t make that decision now.

“I… I’ll stay with you, Han,” Carlos said. He took Hancock’s hand and gave it a squeeze. “I’m going to help you feel better. I’m going to take care of you, okay?”

It wasn’t Carlos so much as Hancock’s own damage that had caused this. The scientist’s initial reaction to things had been reasonable but the ghoul tended to be oversensitive about certain things, particularly when it came to what his boyfriend thought about his….. anatomy. It was a difficult situation for Carlos to win in the first place.

“Thank you.” The ghoul croaked, eyes beginning to water again. He pulled Carlos in, wrapping his arms around his neck and pulling himself up to hug the other man clumsily.

“‘M sorry….” Hancock breathed, a slight whimper in his voice. “I’m sorry I fucked up, I won’t do it again…..”

Carlos was a little slow to return the hug, but he did when he feared
that Hancock might lose his grip and fall somehow. Also, Hancock looked
so incredibly vulnerable… Carlos’ heart was hurting just from seeing
the tears. Hancock didn’t ever cry. Carlos felt like a monster for
making him cry, and he also felt like crying himself.

Carlos took in a shuddering breath – oh, he really did feel like crying! He breathed again, trying to even it out so he could speak.

“Hancock…
it’s o-okay,” Carlos told him softly. “You’ll be okay. We got some
medicine in you… I’ll get this place cleaned up, and with some rest
you’ll be just fine.”

Carlos supposed he should have been mad
about the substance binge, but he realized that really he was just
scared. He wanted Hancock to be well again. That’s all he wanted.