Home Isn't Always A Place, Is It?

❛  home isn't always a place, is it?  ❜

the boy, the mole, the fox and the horse.

★ — Gregory shrugs.

It's not like he has much experience with the concept of home. For so long, home wasn't a place he was happy ; home was the FEDRA dorms, strict and heartless, a place where he was just a name and number in a long list of orphans in the apocalypse. Devoid of any warmth. But at least they kept him fed and housed.

( for a brief, flickering moment of hope it had seemed like tony ... maybe tony, gregory could have gone anywhere with tony and been happy so long as they stayed together. but that came crashing down around him as soon as the thought had formed ).

They're at the commune. A few months after everything, since Gregory and Michael both returned. They're settling. Except — except Gregory doesn't know how to settle into this.

It's supposed to be home, but it doesn't feel like a home. It's far too unfamiliar for that. A sense of peace Gregory's never known, slow and easy and he cannot bend himself to it. The thought of it makes him anxious ; certain he sticks out like a sore thumb, that somehow all the others ( who were already there, long before he was ) know he doesn't belong. That they somehow know he will never be able to adjust, that he will always be an outsider.

So he's been sticking close to Michael, the only sense of familiarity he has here.

He must not have been as subtle as he thought he was being. Wasn't long before one of their late night conversations ( sleep never came easy to either of them, finding it far more comfortable to spent the long nights together ) turned to the subject of their new home, and Gregory's seeming discomfort. So he's honest.

Space between them falls silent for a long moment after Michael answers, Gregory's brown hues flickering from the space between them up to his guardian. Nervous.

"If it's not a place, then, uh — ... could we be home? The two of us, together?"

more of the sillies

anyone else think gregory was kind of insane for just climbing in a collapsed freddys stomach hatch. I think that’s a little nuts. maybe we should’ve known what kind of a protag he was when the game started like that

thinking about the fact that there's multiple pizzaplexes again. gregory going to a Different Pizzaplex and glaring down that version of glamrock freddy because that is not the right bear and he does not like it!

text id: A not admitting of the wound (1188) by Emily Dickinson. // A not admitting of the wound / Until it grew so wide / That all my Life had entered it / And there were troughs beside — // A closing of the simple lid that opened to the sun / Until the tender Carpenter / Perpetual nail it down — /end id.

❝ i know you’re ignoring me, but i’m going to keep talking anyways. ❞ ( @spring-lxcked )

╰┈➤ DIALOGUE PROMPTS : Assorted a set of various original dialogue prompts !

★ — True to spoken word, Gregory is decidedly ignoring the man. There's no response to his acknowledgement of his behavior, save for the brief flicker of attention the boy gives in way of brown hues glancing from the wall ( the very same spot he's been staring at since the man brought him up to his office, deciding it's much more interesting than whatever he has to say ) to Jack, only to quickly find their spot on the wall once more.

It was only a matter of time before he was caught — and even so, Gregory hates this. He won't bother speaking ( out of fear that he'll be turned over to the authorities upon the realization that he's, by all technicalities, a missing child, instead of just pushed back onto the sidewalk and told to go home ), instead just waiting for it all to be done.

Instead, he sinks lower into the chair, his head practically dipping below the headrest. A silent ( and rather dramatic ) sigh lifting and dropping his shoulders.