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oh shit thanks for 100+ followers. sorry for my absence as well ;; max muse isn’t here. stay tuned !

#was gonna deactivate but .. perhaps not #max can have little a reboot #as a treat!#not rn though lmao

you’re all just gay & still following me huh?

#seriously though i appreciate it ..#i swear i'll be more active on max eventually #i. » ————— out of character.

"Hey, kiddo. I got you something."

unprompted ask from @the-mad-in-plaid.

he’s not a big fan of surprises, but he’s been working on not snapping in response to absolutely everything, so … he may pause for a while, but in the end, he manages not to. instead, max stares up at ryan, slowly blinking a few times in a sluggish sort of succession. he’s still sort of unused to getting things, so … yeah.

❝ uhh, okay … what? ❞

#me: inactive #you: sends ask #me: so that was a fucking lie #i. » ————— in character.#ii. » ————— ask.#iii. » ————— feeling bad for these kids i've never met.#the-mad-in-plaid

???, clueless.

Slowly but surely she gathers information and forms her own opinion based on what she’s heard thus far. ❝ Well … you don’t seem to think it’s all that great. ❞ speaks carefully, as if treading on eggshells. Boy’s expression alone expresses disdain for this ‘ camp ‘, though she can’t exactly figure out why.

Is it like a prison for earth children ? is it boring ? unsafe ? before she lets her imagination run she speaks again, ❝ What kind of things do you do at camp ? what makes it so - ❞ for lack of a better word ❝ - not good ? ❞

❝ well, most camps are focused on one thing — like ... i dunno, science camp, or music camp. ❞ he seems pretty bored with explaining this to her, but it’s not like he has anything better to do. ❝ my camp is supposed to offer whatever we want to sign up for, but it’s just a scam. they can barely afford anything. every day is another mundane activity that wastes our entire day for no reason. ❞ & it’s not like his parents cared enough to sign him up for anything in particular, anyways ... he’s sure everyone else’s parents just wanted to get rid of them, too, though. they just hide it better, right? right?

once she’s gotten time to let that sink in, he goes on, ❝ it’s not that great. some kids might tell you otherwise, but they’re just too stupid to realize how awful this is. ❞ max isn’t sure if he envies that or not, but knows he honestly shouldn’t.

#q.#i. » ————— in character.#ii. » ————— thread.#nuiweion

miles, mysterious vandal.

❝ max. ❞ miles sneered, crossing his arms. he KNOWS max will blackmail him, which is why HIM out of all people were the worst choice. he raises a brow before sighing, acting serious and “sad” all of a sudden.

❝ i guess you deserve to know my OTHER secret too. it’s a secret superpower. ❞ he stuck out his palm, staying quiet for a moment. that is before he pulled out a middle finger on max, being pissed off again. that doesn’t mean he STILL doesn’t have any other secrets either. he moved his hands back into a crossing arm position.

❝ alright, what the hell do you want? ❞

of course, max is probably the least gullible kid there is at this shit show they’re calling a summer camp — his expression doesn’t raise any higher when miles acts like he has a big secret, nor does it drop any lower when he’s flipped off or given an attitude. as long as he’s not speaking, max is basically a brick wall right now — originally a defense mechanism, but definitely a useful tool at times like this.

❝ hmm ... ❞ what does he want? it’s not like he’d been thinking about blackmailing the camp vandal, especially not with the expectation that miles would be behind the graffiti. just because there’s nothing at the forefront of his mind doesn’t mean he’s going to let the older boy off the hook, though. max continues to watch him carefully, obviously deep in thought ... that is, until he isn’t, at which point he simply smirks. ❝ if you don’t want me to tell david about both of your secrets, then you have to give me your desserts for the rest of the summer. ❞ sure, it’s not like they get a good treat every day, but the occasional s’more or cup of ice cream is what the kids live off of thanks to the quartermaster’s suspect meals. if it means taking double for himself, then max is happy to relieve miles of that simple pleasure.

#jkGHJKFDG i love him #q.#i. » ————— in character.#ii. » ————— thread.#invisiblcsparks

daniel, literally no help at all.

Daniel can’t say that he understands why Max wants out so bad, but he’s had a lot more of a positive experience here. Hopefully, though, he could get Max to see that this is a safe place, with safe people. Then again, Max wasn’t ever very trusting of anyone. It’d probably take a lot of people, time, and patience to get the boy comfortable. It might not ever happen.

“Max, you know I can’t let you do that. I’d get in so much trouble.”Getting on Dally’s bad side was the opposite of what he wanted. “Why don’t we get you back to your room? Then we can talk about this with your nurse. Deal?”

max is only looking more & more fed up, utterly frustrated by daniel’s refusal to do him one simple favor. would the blonde chase him if he ran? that’s pretty fifty fifty, but ... max’s legs are short, & he doesn’t know his way around this place at all, so he’d probably get caught either way. he looks between daniel, the hallway ahead of them, & his own stupid cast ... & then the boy exaggerates his own groan ( even though he hardly needs to, ) glaring daggers at the tile floor but no longer threatening to make a run for it.

❝ i fucking hate you. ❞ hey, that is his way of admitting defeat. trying to get out of here, failing, & cursing daniel out ... it’s all eerily reminiscent of his early days at camp campbell, a thought that makes him all the more bitter. ❝ fine, we can do whatever you want. but i’m still leaving after. ❞ the authenticity of this claim is questionable, but he’d like to make the blonde to believe that he’s stubborn as a mule all the same

#q.#i. » ————— in character.#ii. » ————— thread.#iii. » ————— something’s not right.#cultistreformed

mortimer, jesus shit, dude.

When Max stepped through the portal, Mortimer followed him through it IMMEDIATELY after. They stepped out on the opposite side and…they were somewhere NEW. Definitely not EARTH, as the dirt upon the ground was sprouting off-colored grass. Mortimer hits the button on the portal gun, closing the green vortex behind them.

The birds in the trees, much LARGER than normal earth birds, squawked loudly at the sight of them and took to the skies. Mortimer tucked his portal gun away, shoving hands into his pockets as he glances down at Max.

“You good? Going through the portal for the first time normally makes your stomach RUSH.” He idly scratches at his cheek, humming quietly as he stays put, allowing Max to get his bearings. “I understand if you’re still all…CONFUSED….but I really do APPRECIATE you grabbing that for me.”

he’s certainly felt better, but he’s not willing to admit it, so he just waves a hand as if to dismiss mortimer’s question altogether. max seems unsteady on his feet ... at least their peculiar surroundings are enough to distract him from the worst motion sickness ( ? ) he’s ever felt. here’s to hoping those birds don’t try to carry him away, because any one of them definitely could if it wanted to. the boy also returns his own hands to the pocket of his hoodie, as if the motion has become comforting to him, & lets green eyes wander around for a second before he remembers how to articulate the right words to reply.

❝ uh ... yeah, whatever. thanks for taking me with you. ❞ finally — speech. max lets out a long breath, then looks up at mortimer once again. confused doesn’t describe the half of it, but max can’t exactly think of a better word; instead, he decides to ask the most general ( but important ) question he can. ❝ ... where did you take me? ❞

#q.#i. » ————— in character.#ii. » ————— thread.#iii. » ————— unknown.#mcrtimersmith

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Spreading positivity for @monocamped !!!!

#gjfudsghidfghkj i fucking love honey mustard #BUT I LOVE YOU MORE OP #save.

???, not dead.

Murdoc watched as the little bugger just stared at him, who maintained a pokerface on the whole, even though the attitude gave Murdoc the vibe that the kid was already tired of him. What was the point in bullying if he couldn’t even get a proper reaction? He wouldn’t even call it bullying… Just dishing it back out. An eye for an eye. Tit for tat. He had no intentions of becoming cordial with the kid. He may have been attempting to change his ways, but he’d never become a doormat either. A hangover of this level hardly inspired him to be kind.

“That’s the problem with this generation. They don’t even know who I am,” Murdoc said, more to himself than the child. “You probably weren’t even born yet in 2005, were you?” Gorillaz still sold well, but that year was the peak of their popularity. He made a face at the kid’s remark about his pockets being gross but decided not to argue a moot point. “Well, at least you’re learning,” he said in regard to the kid mentioning he’d check the pockets of a corpse next time.

The offer of using a phone to call home grabbed Murdoc’s attention. “Oh, that’d be greaaat.” He pushed himself to his feet, groaning as his old bones creaked. His body was probably sporting several bruises, but now wasn’t the time to strip off his shirt. As disgusting as the moist fabric felt, he’d get burnt to a crisp. “Lead the way, boy.”

2005? what’s so significant about 2005? ❝ nope. what are you, a ... disgraced actor? ❞ max guesses boredly, tone making it obvious that he doesn’t really care. fact is, he has no idea who this guy is, & learning isn’t going to change any of the opinions he’s formed thus far ... the fact that he’s willing to lead him back to camp at all is honestly a miracle, & he’s definitely motivated in part by the fact that bringing a displaced stranger back to camp with him will ( hopefully ) delay david’s stupid activities for the day, even if he’d already been skipping them by wandering through the woods on his own.

when the stranger stands up to be led away ( like max knew he would, ) the boy rolls his eyes & turns around, boredly chucking his body poking stick into the bushes where it scares off some small animals. too bad their fear makes him feel nothing. ❝ my name’s max. ❞ the way he says it, spiteful, suggests that he’s only giving that out because he detests being called boy, kid, or ... anything else, really. it feels patronizing, & he doesn’t deserve that shit in the slightest. once he’s done being bitter, he embarks in the right direction to get them back to the grounds of camp campbell, stepping through nature like a pro with his tiny legs. ❝ keep up, old man. ❞

#q.#i. » ————— in character.#ii. » ————— thread.#muds666

school is starting tomorrow gamers, idk what the fuck’s gonna happen with my activity but i’ll try to fill up the queue when i can. i’m always on discord if you have me there / you’d like to add me, & i promise i’ll try to keep my blogs alive in these trying times.

#am i ready? nope. yeet

crash-bang-boom

..I’ve been thinking about this a lot. x

the-mad-in-plaid

@monocamped

#oh SHIT #YEAH #iii. » ————— feeling bad for these kids i've never met.

doug, reluctant accomplice.

He knew how to avoid the Janitor’s sight? That was new to him- he wasn’t sure it was possible to avoid him. At least, neither he nor Dexter could get away unseen. The name takes him a bit by surprise- he’s not used to hearing cursing. His folks try not to, since one of the ideas he and his folks follow is not to curse unnecessarily. Either way, he brushes it off- for now -and regards the question.

Max was right- he had said he’d join him. Not keeping his word would be disrespectful, so he nods in response. “I did, yeah. I’ll try and trust you on this, but I can’t guarantee I won’t be nervous.”

so, he’s still going along with it? now that’s something — maybe douglas was an even better choice than he’d thought. for a moment, max is smiling more genuinely than before, but it doesn’t take his expression long to even back out once again. ❝ yeah, yeah. trust me, you won’t regret it. come on. ❞ now that that’s over with, max finally turns back around & makes his way towards one of the school’s entrances ... for real this time. ( & he just happens to have some keys. )

#q.#i. » ————— in character.#ii. » ————— thread.#iii. » ————— unknown.#douggeek

mortimer, my ticket out of here.

“Mortimer.” Figured it’d be easy to get the names spoken now.

Max seemed to want to run in by himself, so Mortimer followed a few steps behind him. The counselor’s cabin was good and empty by the looks of it and as Max slipped inside, Mortimer did his job. He kept lookout, casually leaning against the wall as he LISTENED for any signs of either of those counselors that could come and ruin this. Thankfully, that didn’t seem the case.

The younger came marching back out of the cabin; Mortimer takes the portal gun as soon as it’s offered to him. “Thank fucking god.” He fiddles around with it for a few spare moments, making SURE that it wasn’t damaged in any way. That didn’t seem to be the case…UP until a loud exclamation from a distance cut through. The male counselor was staring at them and Mortimer, in a FLURRY of panic of having it taken away from him AGAIN, shot out a GLOWING GREEN PORTAL in front of him.

“C’mon, time to BAIL.”

mortimer, huh? kind of a mouthful, but if the older boy wanted a nickname, he would’ve introduced himself with one. when he takes back his ... thing, max leans back slightly on his heels, watching curiously as it’s inspected. he’s tempted to ask what it does, but before he can, he’s interrupted by the sound of david’s voice — ❝ aw, shit— ❞ & then, he gets his demonstration.

❝ ... fuuuck. ❞ this isn’t the safest thing he’s ever seen, but as green eyes dart between the portal & david, max finds the decision an easy one to make. here goes nothing ... if he dies, he dies, he supposes. ( really, he’s putting way too much trust into mortimer than he’d like, but it seems like that’s what it takes to get out of here. ) with that, max steps through ahead of the other boy & doesn’t utter another word about it.

#i. » ————— in character.#ii. » ————— thread.#iii. » ————— unknown.#mcrtimersmith

miles, mysterious vandal.

miles had indeed not noticed MAX, even with the loud footsteps behind him. he was usually the kid that always listened to david, which is why he barely investigated him. it was hard to tell, but he had headphones on. MAYBE a reason he couldn’t hear him.

when he finally heard max, though, he instantly turned around and almost sprayed him. his finger was on the notch, BARELY not touching it all the way. ❝ max! ❞ his voice had a hint of different emotions. PANIC, ANGER and FEAR.

he’s certainly looking pleased with himself, smiling like the cat that swallowed the canary as he leans against the wooden outer wall of the mess hall & angles his head up towards miles. ( it’s a good thing that he didn’t get sprayed, because you can’t trust an angry max, & that’s what that situation would’ve created. )

❝ miles, ❞ he repeats, no less smug than he had been when he first discovered the other camper out here. if you think he’s not going to try to blackmail miles using this, then you certainly don’t know max. ❝ & here i thought i’d never solve this mystery. ❞

#oh dw bout it!#idm cutting threads myself #q.#i. » ————— in character.#ii. » ————— thread.#invisiblcsparks

dad king, did ray snitch?

“Seems like Max doesn’t understand what a grounding is. Asking the other parent for something he’s not allowed to have? Makes that grounding two months now.”

❝ what?! this is ... a civic outrage! i know my rights! i want a lawyer! ❞

#i. » ————— in character.#ii. » ————— thread.#iii. » ————— feeling bad for these kids i've never met.#the-mad-in-plaid

???, heals evos.

This particular EVO had been nothing short of a nightmare to fight. Rex didn’t know why it was so aggressive – more so than any other Evo he’d faced before ( that he could remember at the moment, anyways… ). Through the battle, Rex found himself wondering who could possibly be behind this EVO. A business person who got fired, perhaps? Or maybe it was a really angry dog.. or, uh, rabbit? He couldn’t tell WHAT this creature was supposed to be besides animal-based, and since animals could go EVO too.. well, who knows. All he knew was that he had to cure this poor soul and SOON, because whoever this was was DANGEROUSLY close to becoming an Uncurable.

When the beast charged at him for what was probably the tenth time since this battle started, his Punk Busters materialized and he delivered a hard kick to the monsters face, his Smack Hands raising back hard and slamming it into the ground. When it stopped moving, Rex took his chance to heal it – and just in time, too, because if the nanite infection got any worse Rex might have been TOO LATE.

And to his horror, as the EVO process reversed, the form grew tinier and tinier and – oh god. Was that a CHILD? He looked so tiny and helpless, and even if the evo form had given him fifty shades of hell his heart couldn’t help but hurt. He stood in a daze, watching the boy curl up in a ball and gather his bearings, and it wasn’t until he noticed people crowding around him that he snapped back to reality.

Now, Rex knew he couldn’t really shoo the crowd away – they wouldn’t listen even if he TRIED to get them to, but the least he could do was give a warning.

“Guys, hey – don’t get too close! I got this.”

The crowd stopped in their tracks for the most part – though there was still a few stragglers here and there that tried to get a closer view, which if Rex caught, he sent a challenging glare to – before finally stopping in front of the boy, hands on his hips and expression melting into a playful little smile.

“Heyy there little dude, are you feeling okay? That was some EVO form you had there, but you’re okay now. Do you remember anything?”

But when there was no response, his playful smile dropped – almost immediately, his expression was now laced with concern.

“Hey.. uh, did you hear me? I said you’re good now… If you’re worried about it, I’m not gonna like, hurt you or anything. I healed you, so you’re free to go… Do you need a ride back home?”

so ... he isn’t going to die? even when that realization sinks in, max doesn’t look any less distressed. his gaze falls, & he still doesn’t speak for a while. he never lets himself seem so helpless, but after everything that just happened, putting up his usual asshole front is far more than he’s capable of. maybe ... maybe it would’ve been better if he had been killed, rather than cured. he’s still a monster, isn’t he? & even if that’s debatable, what’s not is that he doesn’t know what to do now. ❝ i ... ❞ at least he remembers how to talk, kind of. his whole body aches too much for him to try & get onto his feet, though, so he settles for sitting & leaning back on one of his hands for now. ( he’s so tired from the ordeal, he wishes he could sleep for a week ... but he’s always been prone to nightmares, & he’s getting a sickening feeling that the one’s he’s going to have now will be worse than ever. )

❝ ... i can’t go back home. ❞ shock is still evident in his voice, like this fact is news to him, or he’s just saying the words as they occur in his muddled head. his stomach lurches, & he covers up his mouth with a hand until the wave of nausea passes him by, removing it once he’s confident he isn’t going to be sick ... & now he’s staring at his palm again. he can recall what it felt like to have claws, & how easy it was to rip people open. had his parents known it was him, & regretted their neglectful ways? or had they died in confused terror, like lambs to the slaughter? max is never going to know, & it’s already killing him inside. on the bright side, he’s too shocked to start crying. for now. ❝ i’m ... sorry ... ❞

#i. » ————— in character.#ii. » ————— thread.#iii. » ————— based on actual events where people died!#evoheal

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