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@bizarre-yet-bonafide
UNTIL DAWN LOCATIONS (2/?)
can’t believe these two had such an intense encounter in chapter 4
Whoever in the writers room said that Max should wear a cropped jacket deserves the biggest raise
This is literally just something Chris Hackett would post on the official Hacketts Quarry Facebook page.
Josh Washington defender 🫡
My Quarry redraw that took 7 million years because shading and lighting ❤️🩹
damn werewolves and their liberal agenda (THIS IS SO UGLY
okayyy jemily sketch
open the door please ashley open the door
ive been playing the quarry again
whatever you do, DON’T think about josh waking up the morning after the prank and everyone being cagey and indirect about where his sisters are. everyone keeps telling him “it was a joke,” but he can’t piece together the story in a way that makes sense.
sam and mike are nearly frostbitten from how long they spent searching in the snow. chris got his information from ashley, who bit her nails down to the beds overnight. the others could barely look him in the eye. josh can’t figure out if his headache is related to the hangover or the idea of his sisters, humiliated and alone, lost somewhere on the mountain without him.
and where was he when they needed him? drunk, passed out? the last thing he remembers is a hazy glimpse of his baby sisters dragging him to the same couch where he awoke 10 hours later. he sees their faces but the edges of the memory are blurred and undefined. the sound of their voices and laughter is already fading away and running through his fingers like sand. all that’s left is the howling of the wind.
SCREAMING, CRYING, THROWING UP!!!! OH MA GOD! LOOK AT HIM!!!! I WANNA PUT MY FINGERS THROUGH HIS HAIR EVEN MORE NOW