"Oh yeah…" Vlad replied. "I keep forgetting that. Sorry. " He loked down at sammy again, willing to accept the noises he was making now over the crying.
"Uh…why don’t we go to a store and get a thermometer. That’ll tell us for sure."
Sammy’s whining was getting more urgent, his little face scrunching up as he started crying again, huffing and wiggling uncomfortably.
"…it’s fine. I’m just really frustrated. I can’t even care for my own son right, what kind of parent am I?" he growled, hands running through his hair in an agitated manner.
"Y-Yeah, ok. I’ll get it." he said, taking a breath before starting to fly towards the nearest corner store, "Hope you don’t mind me snatching it.”
And just like that, she suddenly was scared. Honestly, unabashedly, terrified.
He was Danny. And Vlad. All mixed up into something new and dangerous. It didn’t sound possible. Part of her wondered if his story was even true. But then, it made some sort of messed up sense. And who was she to doubt weird stories? It wasn’t like hers was any less strange.
But the thing that scared her most wasn’t the fact that he blew up a mansion, or … got rid of… Danny, in his own timeline. It wasn’t even that he was part Plasmius. What scared her was how she kind of… got it. What it felt like to be alone, and angry, and scared.
Was she just the same as him, someday far ahead in her own timeline?
She stared at him for a moment, biting her lip unconsciously. What could she even say after… all of that?
Dan watched her intently, expecting a freak out or something; it was a common reaction when he explained his past, but she just kept staring at him. It was a fairly new experience though, a bit uncomfortable actually.
Brows furrowed, shifting under her gaze before he spoke, “I never found my Vlad…he was pretty good at disappearing, but enough about me. What’s your relation to Vlad? You sounded like you despise him almost as much as I do.” he said, arms crossed over his chest,
"Did he experiment on you too?"
[[ good morning friends~~
guess who had an Outlast nightmare but didn’t get killed by a variant?!
ME, THAT’S WHO
ok, it’s almost 3am so I’m gonna head to bed
Watching the older man slowly start
to understand that Danny wasn’t here
to provoke a fight — no matter how much
the boy felt like he probably should. At
the mention of what his future self had,
he wondered if that was what was in
store for Danny as well. He slightly
doubted it, though. They seemed to be
on very different paths.
“Who are you dating? I’m… uh, glad
you’re getting some of your life together.”
Tapping his fingers together slightly,
Danny pondered hopefully, “Does
that mean you’re moving on from
Dan smirked a bit, “…never thought I’d hear you say something like that to me. Thanks.” he said with a nod, “I’m with Sidney Poindexter. And I swear if you so much as giggle, all those threats I said before become very real.” he said, eyes narrowing in warning.
His brows furrowed, “That’s…not an easy thing to do. The evil I got from Vlad is an integral part of what I am, it’s not something I can just give up, cold turkey. I keep myself in check as best I can, meaning I’m not going to destroy things, but I will indulge in petty crimes from time to time. Nothing big, just small stuff like books or diapers…just enough to keep the crazy at bay, you know?”
- who’s in the front, who’s in the middle, and who’s in the back
- who acts like it’s not going to be a big deal but actually screams at the top of their lungs when someone in the group’s hand brushes their arm
- who’s scared about going in but they’re the only one who keeps their cool
- who keeps narrating their adventure in a deep voice as they wander through the haunted house
- and, of course, who loses their shoe as they run out of the attraction
Whoa, wait. Was that jealousy Danny was
detecting on the older man? — Suddenly,
he felt… somewhat bad for this guy. Of course,
Dan didn’t want pity. He had made a horrible
mistake, and Danny highly doubted he knew
that cheating on the test would practically
ruin his life and turn him into this.
Danny had a second chance. Dan, on the
other hand, didn’t.
He felt speechless, and his gaze moved
from himself to the ground, trying to
figure out how to word it. “How did it
Dan’s posture relaxed some, and most of the anger drained from his gaze. He shook his head; why was he even getting angry? What would that accomplish? Nothing.
He sighed, ”You might not believe it but— I’ve got friends now.” he said, lips quirking slightly, “I’ve got a boyfriend, an infant son, and just recently I got my sister back. For once, in this train-wreck I call a life, I’m actually happy.” Or as close to it as he can get, that is.