042 Creatures crawl in search of blood to terrorize y'all's neighborhood

[notafuckingnut]

[PUBLIC video]

[The Richie that greets the network today is much smaller than usual, in the ballpark of seven, although even now he's mostly limbs, like a puppy that hasn't quite grown into itself yet. He stares at the screen with wide eyes, fear currently kept in check, but it looks like it could spill over at a moment's notice; he's seven today, and for the next few days. Seven wasn't exactly the best of years.

He's got his knees pulled up to his chest and skinny arms wrapped around them, and he chews on the inside of his lip for a moment before actually addressing his communicator.]

Seth? Are you there?

I can't find Buster.

[Buster's a green stuffed bunny with two different button eyes Richie didn't go anywhere without until he was about ten. Honestly? He's probably under the bed, but like hell is Richie looking under there right now. He is most definitely on TOP of the bed.]

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[notafuckingnut]

[When Seth climbs under, Richie takes that as his cue; he inches closer to the edge, peeking over, fingers dug tight into the blankets as he watches. There's nothing there, he can see that. He heaves a sigh of relief and accepts the rabbit when he re-emerges, brushing off as much of the dust as he can before grinning at Seth gratefully.]

Thanks. You're the best.

[Bed checked, he has no problems hopping off onto the floor, looking up at Seth for direction.]

So what's the plan?

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[alwayshasaplan]

I'm your brother. All part of the job. [He ruffles his brother's hair instead of hugging him, always trying to be Mr. Cool.]

Okay! Well, first we gotta get some food to go with this candy, cause I don't trust these guys to feed us enough. Then we should have some fun. The grownups are trying to corral everyone in one of the rooms, but I say to Hell with that. This isn't daycare. This is a prison. We've gotta disobey. It's the pr-p--pricipal of the thing.

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[notafuckingnut]

[Ehhh Mr Cool that is nowhere near reassuring enough but that's fine. It counts as more because it's from Seth. He pulls a face like he's not a fan but bah. He doesn't mean it.]

They gotta have a kitchen somewhere. It's too big not to have one.

What kinda fun?

[That sounds promising. LET'S DO THAT.]

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[alwayshasaplan]

We'll find it. Whoever's running this place doesn't pay attention very much. If we can't I'll start jimmying locks.

[A slow grin.]

I'm sure there are some places around here that could use...redecorating.

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[notafuckingnut]

Yeah??

[See? He's feeling better already. THIS IS WHY YOU ARE THE BEST, SETH.]

That could be fun.

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[alwayshasaplan]

Yup. All we have to do is find out where they store their food, and get some ammunition from the bathrooms.