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A beat of silence then-

Aaaand…

All the cups are knocked over.

Amazing.

Oh listen, more laughter from the ghost brat.

Sighs and stands up from the desk.

Goes to the end of the room.

Turns.

Gets a running start and slides down the hall on his stomach.

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A loud snort and a small thump as Damien fell from the air.

He wasn't expecting that.

More giggles as he becomes partially visible.

"Yer funny. I like you."

Helena was starting to calm down, occasionally placing gentle maternal kisses on the top of Damien’s head and rocking him slightly. The question jolted her out of her trance, however, and though she moved to look him in the eyes she didn’t lessen her grip any. "Damien. Do you remember what happened? Can you tell me what day it is?” The woman asked in a serious voice, smoothing his hair out of his face with one hand. It had grown shaggy in the last three months. He would need a haircut. She would also have to call a nurse soon, but for now she wanted to be alone with the son she’d almost lost.

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" I . . . "

He had to think on the questions for a short while. His brow furrowed as he tried to piece together the foggy and unorganized memories.

" I . . . I was just playing with Angie and the others . . . In the pizzeria . . . And I think . . . I think I head you singing something . . . " Damien shook his head slightly, closing his eyes with a confused noise. " I-it's 2015 . . . Right? It was New Years the other day, wasnt it . . . ? Mikey and Bo and everyone were there . . . But . . . "

The boy glanced up at her with a lost expression. "But I . . . I'm still alive . . . ? So . . . And you are too momma . . . I don't . . . " He shook his head again, not sure what to think anymore, and huddled close to his mother.

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Cue childish echoey giggles.

Squints into the darkness.

Doesn’t say anything.

Just.

Squints.

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A beat of silence then-

Aaaand...

All the cups are knocked over.

Amazing.

Oh listen, more laughter from the ghost brat.

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if ur looking for me i’ll be in the trash

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His mother was too busy crying to notice him moving until he squeezed her hand and spoke, and then her eyes matched with his. The tears suddenly stopped streaking down her face, replaced by a stunned look. "You’re awake….” She whispered. As soon as the second word had left her lips, Helena was crying again, but this time out of joy. She carefully worked around the IV’s to sit on the bed and pull her son into her arms, holding him close, supplying heat only a mother could. "You’re awake, you’re awake, you’re awake…” She repeated in sort of a chant between her sobs. Was this a dream? She hoped this wasn’t another cruel dream, she’d dreamed about him waking up so many times only to find she had been sleeping on the couch again….

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Damien blinked sleepily in confusion. Awake...? When did he fall asleep...? Nevertheless, he wrapped his arms around his mother as much as he could. Muscles loosened and stress seemed to melt away as the child relaxed into her embrace. It was warm...

He felt so groggy... Like he had overslept for a long time... But he had just been in the pizzeria, hadn't he...? Playing with everyone...? With Sarah, and Bo, and Angie-

Angie.

The boy attempted to lift his head from its resting place on Helena's shoulder, but he felt like he didn't have the strength. "M-momma . . . A-Angie . . . Wh-where's . . . Angie . . . ?" The words were spoken softly, rapsily.

(I'm good! And it was fun, I enjoyed it. I'm sorry i had to leave but if i can I'll definitely be there for the next stream!)

{{It's alright friendo, the software I was using ended up crashing anyway. ^^ I'll look forward to seeing you on my next one!}}

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{{Ah! You heard them guys, please, if you can, send nice things to them. Thank you, everyone. *bows*}}

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Helena decided to try one more time. This was her last hope to get her baby back, her last method that she’d pushed away for so long believing it wouldn’t do a thing. She squeezed her unconscious son’s hand a little tighter and began to repeat the song in a much quieter, more watery voice. "You are… my sunshine…. my only…. sunshine… you make me happy…. when skies are grey….. you’ll n-never know, dear…. how much I…. love you… so please…. don’t… take… my sunshine….” Finally, a suppressed sob escaped her and she unconsciously rested her head in her free hand, the one clutching Damien’s going to her cheek as she choked out the last word on the verse. "Away…"

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. . .

The stiff hospital bed creaked slightly as the small boy in it shifted the smallest bit. A quiet,breathy sigh left Damien as his eyelids began to flutter, trying to open. Bleary confusion filled his addled mind as the child began to wake after so many months. He felt cold... The room was cold...

Small shivers began to wrack his frame, and he tried to huddle into a ball. But the things- IVs and other standard hospital things, along with the grip on his hand- prevented him from doing so. Damien let out a quiet whine in protest at this and attempted to open his eyes.

Slowly, dark blue eyes, so similar to Helena's opened to see the blurry world for the first time since the incident. His small, cold hand squeezed his mother's larger one weakly for a moment.

" Mom . . . ma . . . ? "

{{Mun is feeling things h elp } }

#//OOC #why do these kind of rps always make me emotions #why #Myuuu #stupid emotions

Pain had aged his mother. Wrinkles now existed where her skin was once smooth, and she seemed to be in her forties rather than just thirty. A heavy sigh left her as she gently smoothed his dark hair out of his face. What hadn’t she tried yet? She’d tried everything. On both of them. Except… "You are my sunshine, my only sunshine… you make me happy when skies are grey…” She swallowed down a sob. “You’ll never know, dear, how much I love you, so please don’t take my sunshine away…” She paused to take a deep and shaky breath. “The other night, dear, as I lay sleeping, I dreamt I held you in my arms… but when I woke dear, I was mistaken, so I held my head and I cried….” The woman’s voice was getting quieter, weaker. The song was wearing on her emotions almost as much as Damien’s sleeping face did.

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Inside his mind, something stirred. A faint memory made the shadow-covered child pause on his rounds of the pizzeria. Something... Something wasn't quite right. But what? Angie was here with them again, the two that caused all this pain were quiet, he had his momma and uncle again, and Mikey had grown close to them once more.

But still . . . still a faint thought made doubt begin to fester inside him. It was this doubt that made him begin to chase after the faint tune until it began to grow louder and louder. Damien began to rush towards the source, the song beginning to become recognizable.

The self-thought ghost jerked to a stop just outside of the main room, and he stared at the extremely dim light pulsing near the stage. He slowly began to move towards it, ignoring the part of his mind whispering that it was bad, that he should stay and play more, that just past that beautiful and soft light was a world of hurt and hate.

A small hand, unchanged for nearly three decades, reached towards the glow as the ever-lingering shadows began to melt away.

(Hello to you as well! I trust you have been well since the stream ended?)

{{*nods* Mmhmm~ That was really fun though, I'm gonna try it again sometime later this week I think. But anyway, how are you? (owo) }}

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✉ Damien, get off of tumblr and go to bed.. -Foodcannon Anon

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[ txt: Foody ] cant sleep too much in my braaain

[ txt: Foody ] oh god what the fuck was that

[txt: Foody ] it was the fdjksaf cat stupid lil

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Vincent looked at the now laughing Damien. “You’re still to young to be drinking…I don’t care what your age says.” Vincent picked Damien up, he began walking out of the bar. “How much did you drink anyway?”

The man let out a surprised noise, flailing a bit before settling down and giggling. “I dunnoooo… Like…. shmeventylev’n…” Another fit of giggles. “Funny woooord~” He went limp for a moment, just staring at the moving ground for a little bit. “H-heeeyyy… Mrr. Grape m’n…. I got’a questshion…”

"Listen kid." he began, then of course the idiot had a question. "If it’s about why I’m purple I don’t know. Now what." he was annoyed. He sat the kid back down at the bar and ordered another couple of shots. He might as well try and enjoy himself.

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"N-nooooo..." Damien shook his head floppily before crossing his arms on the counter. Dark hair flopped in his face as he laid his head down on them. "Whyyy... Whyyy ish th' world all... li'e... roun'. S-squaresh are perfec'ly... perfec'ly goo' too... shtupid whatchamathingss... "

ghostxonxcenterxstage Helena had been told that she would have to get her children up within seven days, because every day they were in their comas the less of a chance there would be they would wake up. It had been three months now. It was Valentine’s Day. The woman sat at her twelve-year-old son’s bedside and took his hand in hers. A fresh bruise was on her cheek — Walker hadn’t wanted her to continue visiting the children, but she couldn’t keep herself away. "I’m here,” she said with a weak smile to the unconscious Damien.

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The boy didn't even twitch. Now pale eyelids flickered as he dreamed of a dark building, of anger, of revenge, of happiness and sorrow and laughter. His mind tricked him into thinking he was stuck there, as nothing more than a ghost possessing an old animatronic.

But to Damien it was as if this was his life- his unlife. Everything seemed so real... He was even there with Angie... In the dream world, he had finally been reunited with her. After so, so many years.

In this dream world, the five had died.

In this dream world, it had been nearly 30 years...

And , unless something yanked the child back to the land of the living, it seemed like in this dream world the oldest Walker child would stay.

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Vincent marched over to the bar next to the pizzaria. He looked inside, he couldn’t see the little brat, but he did see someone staring at their phone. “Might be him…either way.” He walked into the bar, a few said hello, others stared, one even glared at him. He went to the bar and ordered a shot. He looked around and almost immediately he saw the kid. “Oh…great.” He took his shot, paid, knocked it back, and went over. “What the hell are you doing..”

Damien looked up, blinked, and then snickered drunkenly. His glass lay tipped over on the table in front of him, empty. “Grape maaaan~ Hiiiii~” He grinned and leaned forward. However, doing so caused him to tip out of his chair. There was a moment of silence before he burst into loud laughter, still on the floor.

Vincent looked at the now laughing Damien. “You’re still to young to be drinking…I don’t care what your age says.” Vincent picked Damien up, he began walking out of the bar. “How much did you drink anyway?”