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sometimes a hero sandwich is really an idiot sandwich who happened to do the right thing in the right place at the right time

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Trauma changes you. The person you were before is gone. You have to reinvent yourself.

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“I’ll stay here with this lunatic until morning.”

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#josh

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ISOLATION. being completely fucking alone. y’know, only his worst fear.

josh fucked up and HE KNOWS IT, has had quite the time thinking about it with wrists rubbed raw from pulling against rope that’s way too tight ( ‘ didn’t listen, you dumbfucks ! ’ ) and hours later there’s still a dried layer of panicked tears streaked down his cheeks. broken when they left, he had nothing to do but dwell in between CACKLING & the worst breakdown since his sisters’ deaths, but every once in a while he’ll hear something ; it’s distant, barely there sometimes ( might be a figment courtesy of no medication’s overactive imagination ) , yet shrill. nails on a chalkboard screams, things unplanned. needless to say, he’s terrified.

& they left him. all alone.

IT WAS A PRANK. LISTEN TO ME. HEAR ME. I’M REAL.

he expects to die out here because it’s bone-chilling cold and he’s been trembling for so long that the painful exhaustion is unlike anything he’s felt before ; what he doesn’t expect, though, is for what he figures is the shuffling of eager creatures to be CHRIS. of all people. don’t get hopeful. don’t look so relieved.

❝ thank god ? ❞

a bark of laughter, sharp & sudden, fills the shed before it fades into a quiet snicker — no, he doesn’t want to act like this but can’t stop. the chest that flutters with mixed anxiety is not his own, his body no longer belongs to him.

❝ why’d you come back, chris ? why’d you come back ? what’cha gonna do, HIT ME ? no, no, no ! just checkin’ on little old me ! in case I ran off but I’m pretty TIED UP in other things ! hah… gonna leave again. get the cops. gonna get someone ? ❞

❝ Blow me, Josh. ❞

Chris rolls his eyes & shakes Josh's manic rambling off with only a hint of difficulty - he's always tried to be patient with Josh, especially when he's not himself, but this whole night has been a major disaster and he's not exactly in the mood to deal with Josh's scrutiny. Yeah, he feels bad for hitting him & he feels bad for tying him up, but Josh kinda had it comin', considering - well, all of tonight.

Chris kneels behind Josh & procures a pocket knife from the inside of his outer most layer. As he begins to work at cutting through the rope that binds Josh's wrists together - too tightly, by the way, they should've listened - he notices just how ridiculous he looks clad in those too big overalls. Yeah, that outfit will definitely be used against him via future blackmail.

❝ Listen, bro - ❞

Chris sighs audibly. He's struggling to cut through the rope with his shitty knife. Josh's hands are freezing & his wrists are an angry red & Chris just wants to get the both of them back to the lodge.

❝ I'm sorry I hit you, alright? But you - ❞

Chris is cut off by an inhuman cry that makes his skin crawl & his blood go cold. He stiffens, holding tight now to Josh's wrist, and peeks around his friend in time to see the rawboned silhouette of a - what had the Stranger called it? A wendigo? Shit, shit, shit - it's passed them by before Chris can so much as blink, but he hasn't the time to be relieved. Not a second later, there's a burst of fire, a grizzly yell - and the head of the Stranger, their best defense against the monsters in the woods, rolls out in front of the shed's wide opening.

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You let him down. You let him down.

It runs as a mantra through Chris' head, sending a pang of guilt through him with every repetition. The shotgun he carries is cold against the warm palm of his hand - it's all he has at his disposal. One crap shot, one slip, one mess up, and not only is he dead - but so is Josh. Chris swallows, exhales, and he tightens his grip on his firearm. He will not let that happen.

The Stranger walks as Chris would expect any mountain hermit to - with a sneaky sort of confidence. He knows this mountain & he knows it well, better than them and any of the Washingtons. It's as if he has every rock and dip and fallen trunk memorized, as he passes over every tiny obstacle with an ease Chris can hardly manage. He wouldn't go so far as to call the man graceful, what with the flamethrower clunking with each step & the heavy fall of his boots, but the way he carries himself at least leaves Chris feeling a little hopeful. This guy knows what he's doing.

The walk to the shed isn't all that time consuming - although Chris swears the contrary. He can barely contain himself when it comes into view. He goes to run, goes to take charge - this is Josh, after all, his best friend - but the Stranger grips his shoulder, holds him back, and Chris begrudgingly does as he's told. He falls back. As they approach the mouth of the dilapidated building, Chris' hands begin to shake with anxiety. He chews the inside of his cheek & readies his shot gun at the Stranger's signal. They creep in towards the ajar door, Chris holding his breath while the Stranger looks anything but sympathetic - he thinks they're all stupid & Chris knows it. He'd be offended had he not escorted him down here (not that he needed the guys help or anything).

They're a foot from the door & a good ten feet from the pillar he and Mike left Josh tied to. Chris is aching with uncertainty, shivering both from the cold and from his worry. He can't take this slow pace. Impulsively, he breaks himself from the Stranger's spell and goes forth without him, ignoring the man's huff & clinging to his gun. He rounds the corner of the shed, throws himself confidently in front of its opening, and --