Gregory Is Such A Smart Kid He Just Really Does Not Get Opportunities To Show That And Doesnt Care Enough

gregory is such a smart kid he just really does not get opportunities to show that and doesn’t care enough to overachieve at school

[ HAIR ]: as the receiver leans against them/lies in bed, sender begins to run their hand through their hair to soothe them until they relax or fall asleep.

‘𝐬𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐲’ 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬.

★ — They're watching a movie. Rented, at Gregory's insistence, having refused to watch any of Michael's shitty soap operas. He hadn't been sure what it was about when he picked it out, only stating that anything would be better than his guardian's taste in entertainment. It must be about halfway finished by now. Not that he would know.

Gregory is trying to stay awake. He really is — but he keeps drifting in and out of consciousness, his brown hues half - lidded and intensely focussed on the screen in front of them without truly processing anything that's occurred in the past forty - five minutes. The dim lighting for the ambiance of a movie night certainly isn't helping his fight to stay awake. ( neither is the inherent feeling of safety michael seems to carry with him ).

The thing is, Gregory wants to stay awake. He wants to watch the movie with Michael ; wants to spend this time with him. But his body and his brain seem to have two different ideas, and he can't stop himself from yawning, despite the fact that he tries to disguise the action as a deep sigh.

The fact that he can't remember when he shifted to lean against Michael should probably be the first sign that this is a losing battle.

And then Michael starts running his fingers through Gregory's hair, the acting unbearably gentle. For a brief moment, the kid tenses, still unused to this kind of physical affection ( something so gentle and warm, despite the coolness of michael's touch ). Then he relaxes into it ( his chest feeling tight ) with a slight whine. There's a smile tugging at the corners of his lips, though he half - buries it into Michael with a slight turn of his head.

"S'no fair — you're gonna make me fall asleep. I wanna watch the movie."

cursed information via the tftpp books : multiple pizzaplexes!

★ — Gregory has been running all night.

His legs burn with exhaustion, chest heavy as he struggles to catch his breath — a mixture of panic and overexertion making every gasp feel like a struggle. He's been running on fumes for hours now. He's not sure how much longer he can keep this up.

There's no way out. Freddy had said as much when they'd initially come down here, the elevator can only handle one trip. And now he's alone, without the protection the animatronic provided. He — that thing, whatever it was that had woken up — was right. Gregory had nowhere to hide. Every fall of metal gait practically makes him jump, furthering his overwhelming feeling of hopelessness.

He'd only made it this far on sheer luck. Who was he to think he could do more, stop whatever was going on here? He should have left when he was offered the chance, but misplaced confidence and a desire to help had stopped him.

It's all he can do to duck around a corner, tucking himself behind some rubble and hoping he'll be small enough to glanced over ; a hand lifting to cover his mouth, trying to muffle the sounds of his own breathing.

@braveburned ★ starter

The steps are heavy, the click of metal with the limping gait of the movements. Lights are dim, the sounds bouncing off the wall as it is accented with a ragged breath shifting into a deep, guttural laugh. Eyes scan the surrounding, trying to pinpoint where the child had run off to. . . he had been awoken from the stasis abruptly by his creation, the glitch--a rather pleased creature at the fact its creator had been rebuilt and there was a gift rummaging about the plex. "Gregory. . .~" The voice cooes out, sounding rather human coming from the remains of flesh and metal, "Come out Gregory. . .~" The head violently twitches to the side, fingers splaying out as if trying to reach forward to grab the air in front of him. He chuckles, snapping his head back into an upright position, "You have nothing to fear, child. . ." As if such a thing could be trusted coming from a monster, "You have nowhere to run, and nowhere to hide."

hiiiii guess who just got out of barbie

this is entirely irl related I just need to yell into the void for a second and this is genuinely the only place I can but I want to scream and cry and throw a fit like a toddler because knowing something is for the best and needs to happen for your own sake is one thing but actually wanting to do it is another and I Do Not Want To! it sucks! I'm sad!