On One Hand, It'd Be Really Stupid To Go To Some Unknown Location With Someone He Barely Knows And Really,

★ — On one hand, it'd be really stupid to go to some unknown location with someone he barely knows — and really, Gregory knows next to nothing about Ollie.

On the other, if Ollie had wanted to hurt him, she'd certainly had plenty of chances to do so. Like right now, it was the middle of the night with no one around and only the two of them were behind a large, solitary building. And the last person he'd followed away from the pizzaplex despite knowing next to nothing about them had given him an escape from the foster system. So.

"You'd seriously take me with you?" ( a pause ). "Wait — if you've got a show tonight, why're you here instead of there?"

@braveburned from here

Her hands are on her hips, but Ollie doesn't plan on lecturing him. She's well aware of her own history of impulsive choices, and she's well aware of how little lectures did to stop any of that. If anything, she knew it could make that sort of thing worse. So hey, maybe a distraction would work better. It certainly couldn't be any worse.

"Well, I drum for a band, and the show tonight's probably chill enough for a kid." Doesn't mean a kid should be there, but that's neither here nor there. "I could probably get you in."

just some doodles with my favorite brush :)

★ — There's a tension in the boy's posture that only seems to increase as the man sits down beside him. He doesn't move, but he does lean slightly away, very intentionally leaving a distance between them. He looks ready to bolt at any moment. Despite being so young and alone, he seems to at least have some sense of stranger danger.

"Not lost. I don't need help. I'm just— taking a break."

' alright, alright — i hear you. no calls. ' daniel looks down at the boy for a moment before sitting beside him on the sidewalk. ( he looks to be about ten, far too young to wandering around by himself. ) ' are you lost? 'cause i know my way around here pretty well ... could help you out. '

𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

a collection of sentence starters from dropout tv's game changer. feel free to alter pronouns/text as you see fit

“I’ve been here THE WHOLE TIME”

“It’s hard to hold this much anger in my body.” 

“If you never hear from me again, you know what to do!.”

“If they don’t find me it’s because I was chopped up and fed to the pigs!”

“I SOLVED YOUR LABYRINTH, PUZZLEMASTER. THE MINOTAUR’S ESCAPED, AND YOU’RE GONNA GET THE HORNS, BUDDY”

“I. CANNOT. WIN!!!!”

“A lot of people have been saying that ___ is a singularly evil, wildly incompetent, befuddled nepo baby silver spoon motherfucker. This is what people are saying.” 

“If you can do ONE swing on the swing I will let you play with all the math puzzles that you want” 

“You’re not getting a FUCKING JOKE OUT OF ME until you let me out of this room! You want bits?! You let me out of this room for bits, motherfucker!”

“Are we gonna die before we get outta here?” 

“I’m gonna lose so fucking hard it’s gonna blow your fucking mind”

“But in this sick rodeo, this bizarre fucked up clown festival, we’re here celebrating what I can only describe as the sickness at the core of America.” 

“Give me the assignment and I don’t miss. I’m gonna DIE before this is over.”

“Your tower’s gonna fall. Laugh it up now.” 

“A river of sweat is running down my back right now.”

“I do hate zombies and I will have nightmares about this tonight. But in this moment I just feel like I’m surrounded by friends.” 

“We don’t give a cum.”

“If you’re in a hole, DYING. I WON’T BE THERE.”

“I showed them my feet, [name]! I SHOWED THEM MY FEET FOR NOTHING?”

“Stop shaking your cock in the middle of a fucking huddle, dude!”

“I’d fuck that pie.”

“If you’re like me, you eat a lot of ass.”

“I hate capitalism but I also hate losing.”

“I get my tongue so far up somebody it’s like I’m tasting their tonsils. I get so deep in there I’m gonna burn myself with stomach acid.”

“I like perching like a little bisexual gargoyle”

“If you were performing on a subway I would take money away from you.”

“I’VE ONLY JUST BEGUN TO PULL THE THREAD ON THIS SWEATER.”

“Icarus flying too close to the sun, but it seems Daedalus our little mastercrafter over here had some WAX WINGS OF HIS OWN, didn’t he? Wanted to see his son fall, faaaalll from the sky, OH HOW CLOSE TO THE SUN HE FLEW”

“Hey can I get an ah? … Don’t scream at me.” 

“You kinda have the vibe that your kids call you by your first name.”

“The day I DON’T curse when a body falls from the sky, call somebody.”

“Could I place an order? I’m hungie. What do you think would be the best pizza to order if I’m quite hungie? Um, I like cheese, what is your largest pizza? Yeah let’s get an extra large because I’m hungie. I’m hungie, I’m hungie, I’m hungie.” 

“WE ARE NOT ANIMALS!!!”

“So long as I am on this stage and drawing breath, you can good and goddamn believe I’ll be trying my best in every challenge.”

“Was it bad that we just started smashing shit?” 

“You didn't count on INGENUITY did you motherfucker?!”

“FIGHT THE BOURGEOISIE. I WILL VENMO YOU $20.” 

“This could be hell. This is very Satre-esque.”

“YOU ARE NOT GOD. THE MACHINE IS GOD.”

“Can you tell us why you’d do this to us?”

“I won’t be made a fool”

“I do feel like I’m in a nightmare”

“I’m the only one OUT of the loop it seems”

“Everybody do the wenis! The wenis is a dance! Everybody is a genius! Who knows it in advance!” 

"DANCE IS A SIN!"

"You think I'm gonna fucking roll over?!"

"It'll be a COLD DAY IN HELL when I go out like a fucking chump!"

"I don't care about winning, I just don't wanna lose"

[ FORT ]: sender builds a blanket fort for the receiver following a long and difficult day. (let gregory have a normal kid moment!!)

this has been in my inbox for almost an entire year

★ — The living room is torn to pieces when he gets home, and all Gregory can do is stare from the doorway.

It's the last thing he expects ; he hadn't been sent home early from school, but it had been a near thing after a fight had broken out. The teacher who caught the incident had refused to hear Gregory out, and had sent him straight to the front office, where they had .... at least sort of listened, agreeing to talk to the other students that had been verbally harassing him until he had finally gotten fed up. But the office had also insisted on calling his parent— his guardian— to inform them of the situation.

So Gregory knows Michael knows. And he also knows that drawing attention to himself is putting their arrangement at risk. So he's steeled himself for the oncoming lecture, for the disappointment, half - preparing to be yelled at the moment he opens the door. ( all his foster parents would yell, they'd never listen ). But that doesn't come.

Instead, the living room is in shambles — and for a split second Gregory wonders if he'd made Michael that mad. It's too structured to be that, though, and that makes it all the more confusing.

He sees Michael poke his head out from underneath the cushions and blankets, obviously having heard the door open. Gregory's brows furrow. There's an invitation to come closer, but Gregory doesn't move from his place in the wide open doorway.

( he's still not entirely sure if he should bolt or not ).

"What'd you do?"

❛ I won't leave again. I promise you that. Not for anything. ❜

THE WALKING DEAD SEASON ONE SENTENCE STARTERS

★ — Really, it was only a matter of time before Gregory got sick. The kid hasn't been around large groups of people for extended periods of time in nearly a year.

He hasn't been able to leave his bed all day, spending most of the time drifting in and out of consciousness. Fever is high enough that he's practically radiating heat beneath the blanket — he's barely there, even in the time he does manage to keep himself awake.

Even so, it's clear he's trying to hold himself together. Trying to not whine, to not make himself a nuisance, a burden. An old, ingrained fear bubbling to the surface while Gregory's not aware enough to keep it hidden ; what happens when he's more trouble than he's worth? He's mumbling apologies each time he's awake enough to notice Michael slipping in and out of the room, making sure he's drinking, has something to eat if he needs it, taking care of him, making sure he's comfortable.

At some point, the dam finally breaks.

It feels like a simple question: Aren't you gonna leave? M'no good.

( dead weight like this. bad luck all of the time. a bad kid. trouble ).

After fending for survival as long as they had together, leaving someone this sick behind seems like the natural option. ( he hadn't left michael behind. they're family, now. they're safe, now. it's not only about survival in the commune, it's about community. home. thriving ). He hadn't meant for it to reveal so much — wouldn't have said anything close had he been in his right mind. But when Michael asks what he means, all Gregory can do is whine a little bit and bury himself deeper into the comforter of his bed.

Like Michael had wanted to do when he had first seen the bite. Like he'd wanted to do when heading to Bill and Frank's. Like he'd wanted to do when they reached the commune the first time. Like he almost had, bleeding on a mattress.

Bleary - eyed, he looks towards his guardian. Had he said anything? Or did Michael know from silence? Gregory's not sure. He sounds so serious when he says it though, like he's intent on the promise getting through the fogginess of the sickness. If he didn't feel so warm already, he thinks the words would make him feel the pleasant kind of warm ; right now, all he can do is nod.

"M'kay,"

Mumbled into the blanket he hasn't quite lifted his head entirely out of. He can feel his consciousness fading fast, lulling him back to sleep. He doesn't think he imagines the hand in his hair, unable to confirm the sensation's truth as his eyes flutter closed of their own accord.

" .... love you."