I Put Too Much Effort Into This Stupid Joke To Not Post It

I put too much effort into this stupid joke to not post it

for michael :) when they get out of the pizzaplex and he realizes he's stuck with a kid :)

gregory's the kind of kid that would take apart all his toys to see how they work and put them back together again

“ if you could do me a big solid and not do anything that would be sublime ”

sentences from the youtube series  ,  buzzfeed unsolved .  primarily taken from season 5′s supernatural investigations .

★ — "No promises,"

He's not even affording Michael the respect of looking at him when he answers, instead already half - skipping a few steps ahead to start peering around a corner, eager and curious. Everything is new, uncharted territory for the teen ; he's never been outside of the QZ before, can't help himself from wanting to look at absolutely everything.

At least this is relatively safe, a convenience store in the middle of nowhere.

"What're you looking for, anyways? Or did you just drag us into here for no reason. 'Cause, like, I get you're the one with more experience and shit — but I dunno what you're expecting to find. Place looks like looters picked it over years ago."

Superstar 🌟

ALSO THIS IS A BIRTHDAY GIFT FOR MY BESTIE @dasketcherz !! ITS THE 11 IN THE PHILIPPINES ALREADY SO I CAN POST THIS TEEHEE

the amnesia: bunker ending I'm in AGONY .....

i’m right here.

RANDOM DIALOGUE PROMPTS (1/?)

★ — He has no idea what time it is when he startles awake ; only that it must be late, sometime in the dead of night when everything in the mundane world turns to silence. The faint buzz of the AC unit feels distant, the heavy staccato beat of his own heart overtaking everything. He doesn't even realize his own breath comes out shaky, trembling, small.

( at least he hadn't screamed. he hates it the most when he wakes up screaming ).

Eyes are wide as he tries to get his bearings, blinking rapidly as he tries to adjust to the darkness of the apartment. He must've fallen asleep on the couch. Again. Sleeping in his own room has been hard since he and Cassie were in the pizzaplex together, his eyes playing tricks on him in the shadowy corners while he's alone — there's nothing there, he knows there's nothing with them here, but the fear pricks under his skin and he doesn't feel safe. It's dark in the living room, now. It's dark, there's so many places for something to be hiding, and he's alone ——.

Someone speaks. Michael.

Of course it's Michael. It's always Michael, right when he needs him. Gregory gasps, his eyes flickering towards the voice despite the fact that all he can make out is a vague outline of the man on the opposite end of the couch. For a moment, he just stares. How long had he been there? Wasn't he going to sleep? Then, he pushes himself upright a bit more ( takes note of the blanket draped over his form, which he's pretty sure wasn't there before he fell asleep ) and rubs harshly at his eyes. Breathes out a sigh of relief, his breathing and heartbeat finally beginning to settle and even out. He shuffles a bit closer to his guardian. Not a lot, but enough that it's noticeable.

Isn't it a little embarrassing? Had Michael caught on that Gregory suddenly didn't like to be alone ( especially not in the dark, especially not while he was sleeping, not while he's defenseless )? He feels like some helpless little kid.

"..... Sorry."