kik wright

17 - witch - hatchetfield roleplay blog - kill count: 2 (assisted); death count: 1

[star-lit-clementine]

✏️Pinned!!

[The bell hung on the top of the door chimes as you push into The Quarterdeck, and antique shop in the center of downtown Hatchetfield. The cozy shop is lined with shelves and shelves of books, old decorations and ceramics, dishware, old furniture, clothes, and various household items neatly sorted and arranged. The place smells warm and sweet, like tangerines and vanilla, tinged with the nostalgic smell of old books and papers.]

[At the back of the shop, Katherine Wright, a young woman with dark hair and a warm smile spins around, dusting off their hands on the apron they're wearing. Behind them, a small repair table scattered with supplies sits with a half-restored book on it.]

"Hiya! Welcome to The Quarterdeck!"

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[offeathersandferocity]

[Eléos is having nightmares again. Their remedy? To hunt and prowl in the woods. Their nightmares are of the disappointment from Tara seeping onto the faces of those who love them now.]

[They successfully take the shape of a small cat-like shadow. They also successfully capture and kill a small rabbit. Their little ears twitch and they perk up.]

"Did You see?"

[Their long tail flicks. It's a little longer than their body, slim and with only a little fluff at the end.]

@star-lit-clementine

Of course the entity they’re speaking to can. But He had been in enough pain today to not be as present as usual. Something intangibly warm cups their chin anyway, curling down their cat-like body with a soft pressure. It seems He approves.

[star-lit-clementine]

[Eléos purrs, tail flicking happily.]

I did it. I hunted it!

[offeathersandferocity]

That’s…such a nice little sound, actually. Maybe He could spare a few minutes. No matter how stupid of an idea that is.

In the shadows of night, something pads over the grass, shakes Himself off. The slender black cat - a form admittedly chosen by pure chance, seeing as He’s gotten it in His head they probably wouldn’t want to see the dog anytime soon - sits quietly in front of the rabbit, tail curling around His legs.

You may partake of it. If you wish.

He looks down at the body. If not them, He would have it. Or simply leave it to complete the process of death.

[star-lit-clementine]

[They tilt their head, long triangle ear flicks.]

You want any?

[They want to help him. They drink in his attention, purring quietly.]

[offeathersandferocity]

They were definitely a generous child.

If you’re offering.

A creature that doesn’t eat doesn’t need help with a hunt, but it’s appreciated either way.

[star-lit-clementine]

You always can have a piece of my kill.

[Eléos scooches a little closer, eyes shining against their dark fur.]

Wanna share.

[offeathersandferocity]

[Eléos is having nightmares again. Their remedy? To hunt and prowl in the woods. Their nightmares are of the disappointment from Tara seeping onto the faces of those who love them now.]

[They successfully take the shape of a small cat-like shadow. They also successfully capture and kill a small rabbit. Their little ears twitch and they perk up.]

"Did You see?"

[Their long tail flicks. It's a little longer than their body, slim and with only a little fluff at the end.]

@star-lit-clementine

Of course the entity they’re speaking to can. But He had been in enough pain today to not be as present as usual. Something intangibly warm cups their chin anyway, curling down their cat-like body with a soft pressure. It seems He approves.

[star-lit-clementine]

[Eléos purrs, tail flicking happily.]

I did it. I hunted it!

[offeathersandferocity]

That’s…such a nice little sound, actually. Maybe He could spare a few minutes. No matter how stupid of an idea that is.

In the shadows of night, something pads over the grass, shakes Himself off. The slender black cat - a form admittedly chosen by pure chance, seeing as He’s gotten it in His head they probably wouldn’t want to see the dog anytime soon - sits quietly in front of the rabbit, tail curling around His legs.

You may partake of it. If you wish.

He looks down at the body. If not them, He would have it. Or simply leave it to complete the process of death.

[star-lit-clementine]

[They tilt their head, long triangle ear flicks.]

You want any?

[They want to help him. They drink in his attention, purring quietly.]

[offeathersandferocity]

[Eléos is having nightmares again. Their remedy? To hunt and prowl in the woods. Their nightmares are of the disappointment from Tara seeping onto the faces of those who love them now.]

[They successfully take the shape of a small cat-like shadow. They also successfully capture and kill a small rabbit. Their little ears twitch and they perk up.]

"Did You see?"

[Their long tail flicks. It's a little longer than their body, slim and with only a little fluff at the end.]

@star-lit-clementine

Of course the entity they’re speaking to can. But He had been in enough pain today to not be as present as usual. Something intangibly warm cups their chin anyway, curling down their cat-like body with a soft pressure. It seems He approves.

[star-lit-clementine]

[Eléos purrs, tail flicking happily.]

I did it. I hunted it!

[star-lit-clementine]

Katherine <333 go drink out of a toilet its fun <333

- sincerely, the dog

[Kik giggles.]

No thanks, 'the dog'. But compliments to your typing.

[star-lit-clementine]

Kik! Wiggly met w Starry!

You do remember Starry, right?

[Kik huffs.]

Of course I remember. Wiggly... didn't mention talkin to Starry.

[star-lit-clementine]

YEAHHHHH MY FAVORITE GUY IS BACK—

KATHERINE! HELLO! LOVE YOU!

[Kik flinches slightly, blinking.]

Loud.

[suddenly-likes-musicals]

[Kik snaps a picture from where they sit in the tree, their heels digging into the tree to keep her still. The whole town has been acting weird, and Paul Matthews skipping around and smiling.... that was cause to be alarmed.]

[Well, someone had to keep a cheerful face in times like these. Reports of a serial killer, the town at each other's throats, even his own nephew was...]

[But! It's important to look at the small victories. Such as successfully giving your number to the cute barista at the coffee shop and having her get you off scott free from hysterical cops! Another win for the Neighborhood Watch. Now, Paul was on his way home and admittedly almost skippi g his way there when he heard a faint click. He stopped, looking around for the source. His instincts say it was his brother about to ask him for a story for the news, but he couldn't be too sure, especially with the current climate of the town.]

[star-lit-clementine]

[He has to look... up. There, behind the branches of the old tall oak tree, was a teenager. Their shoulder length hair is brown, shaggy, and nearly curly, falling out of the ponytail it's in. They lower the camera when they see him through the lens, offering a wry smile. One earbud hangs from their ear, their other tucked into the loop of their necklace so it doesn't pull.]

"Oop-"

[suddenly-likes-musicals]

[He raises his brows as he notices them, just... silently staring for a second.]

Hello... what are you doing up there?

[star-lit-clementine]

"...Minding my business."

[They said, shrugging. He notices that they're beginning to move, and he's having a harder time making them out. Like a trick of the light.]

[suddenly-likes-musicals]

[He blinks and squints, trying to keep them clear in his view as his vision tries to betray him.]

Are you sure? Because that camera kind of implies you're minding my business. You know it's fairly dangerous out here these days, right?

[star-lit-clementine]

Shh! Don't be loud.

[They whisper-shout, trying to hide in the treetop.]

You'll get me in danger!

[suddenly-likes-musicals]

Oop-! Sorry, sorry.

[He looks around, checking if anyone else was watching before he casually moved under the tree, pulling out his phone and putting it to his ear.]

You looking for someone specific up there?

[star-lit-clementine]

[The teenager-- maybe a girl, with the way their hair is up and how they're dressed-- looks at their camera closely. They look back down at him, blinking and turning their head.]

"You match the description."

[suddenly-likes-musicals]

[He furrows his brows, occasionally glancing up at the teen but mostly looking around for any onlookers.]

D-Description for what? A hit?

[star-lit-clementine]

[Kik giggles.]

You're funny. No. it can't be you. A Catalyst would be more evil.

[It was a relief, to know it was wrong. The source was wrong.]

[suddenly-likes-musicals]

Catalyst? Like, I was the one who caused all this shit to happen? God, I hope not. I know there's the butterfly effect, but... I really hope nothing small I did caused a serial killer to run loose in town... I don't think I could forgive myself.

[star-lit-clementine]

No. but the person who did looks like you, I think.

[Kik stares at the camera. Then looks at him.]

I shouldn't be talking to strangers. My uncle doesn't like it.

[suddenly-likes-musicals]

[He hums, eyes flicking to corners and alleyways.]

If I had a nickel for every time I heard that... but his concern is definitely understandable right about now. Y-You don't have to keep talking to me or even believe me, but.... I'm part of the neighborhood watch. I just want to keep the town safe. Nobody should feel in danger in their own home, and this town is mine.

...You said someone who looks like me is the catalyst... it can't be Jerry, can it? My brother? I-I mean, he's just... a god-fearing journalist.

[star-lit-clementine]

No... Someone younger.

[They muse.]

Blue-er.

[They don't quite remember it. There's an angered yell from inside.]

Katherine!

[suddenly-likes-musicals]

[His face drops a bit, gaze falling to the sidewalk.]

I... I don't think you're gonna find-

[He startles, nearly dropping his phone at the yell. He readjusts, keeping his eyes glued to the ground as he tries to keep up his fake call facade.]

[star-lit-clementine]

[The teen in the trees looks... frightened. They're frozen in place, holding onto the camera close to their chest.]

[Katherine realizes too late that their Uncle had been home. And they aren't inside. But if they go in now, Edwin will blow a gasket. They shrink closer to the tree.]

[suddenly-likes-musicals]

[Paul riskes a glance up, seeing the terror in the teen's face and body language. It's the same they've seen in Celosia when their uncle is around, too. His jaw tightens, looking back down.]

Do you need to get away?

[His tone is serious and protective. If this uncle of theirs is a problem, Paul will help them.]

[star-lit-clementine]

[Kik looks down, surprised.]

Yes. Please.

[suddenly-likes-musicals]

Got it. Get ready to run, I'll tell you when.

[He looks around, finding a window across the street from where he heard the yell. He focuses on it, a beam of sunlight moving across it and bouncing off, reflecting right up and across the road to the building above them. With any luck, it'll blind the man above them for just a moment and disorient him for longer.]

[star-lit-clementine]

[There's a grunt, and Kik takes the chance to slip out of the tree. They land next to him. He realizes they're not dressed for the weather, they're in soft lounge clothes and... socks.]

[suddenly-likes-musicals]

[His jaw twitches. This kid certainly wasn't physically suited for what they're doing. He could probably get them some things, though. Either stuff at the police station, donations at the community center, or even Richie's old stuff. That would come later, though. He had to get this kid out of here. He opened his jacket, using part of it to shield the teen.]

Start moving, I'm on my way.

[He spoke into his phone, intending the first part for the teen as he turned and started walking, making sure he stayed between the teen and the window.]

[star-lit-clementine]

[Kik nods. They don't have a clue where they're going, but they sprint down the street.]

[The figure in the window doesn't even look out.]

[suddenly-likes-musicals]

[Paul waits for a moment before walking in the direction the teen ran. He pretends to hang up the phone and picks up the pace, trying to keep the teen in view as he goes so he can follow where they're going.]

[star-lit-clementine]

[Kik slows after a moment, panting hard. They're dressed in pajama pants and a loose teeshirt and a sweater falling off one shoulder. Like they just got out of bed even though it's 5pm.]

[suddenly-likes-musicals]

[Once they're out of sight of the building, Paul catches up with the teen, walking beside them with a concerned look.]

How long have you been sitting out here?

[star-lit-clementine]

[Kik shrugs.]

I was sitting outside for an hour before you came. That was my house. But the man is ....

[suddenly-likes-musicals]

That was your uncle, right? Is... he your primary caretaker?

[star-lit-clementine]

[Kik nods, panting.]

But he's bad. I think. I don't remember well. It's here.

[They hold up their camcorder.]

[suddenly-likes-musicals]

[His brows flick up, looking at the camcorder without touching it.]

You have menory loss? And this keeps the things you don't remember?

[star-lit-clementine]

Yes. I forget a lot.

[Kik is probably Richie's age. But a bit smaller than usual for their age.]

[suddenly-likes-musicals]

Hm. Well, as long as it helps. Do... you go to school? Record classes or take notes?

[star-lit-clementine]

[The kid looks down.]

...This is the first time I ever left my house....

[But that window... that was an antique shop, not a house.]

[suddenly-likes-musicals]

[Paul couldn't hide his reaction to that, he looked between the teen and back in the direction of the "house" in shock.]

Y- The first...? Not even for, like, doctors visits? What happened when you were sick?? There is no way your uncle is a certified doctor, approved for homeschooling, and running an antique shop it looked like all at once!

[star-lit-clementine]

...He did.

[They look ashamed.]

He didn't want anyone to know about me.

[suddenly-likes-musicals]

What!? Why? Was he trying to do insurance fraud or-

[He cut himself off, dropping his voice to a frantic whisper.]

Did he kidnap you!?

[star-lit-clementine]

...Is it kidnapping if I had no where else to go?

[They sound resigned. A little anxious about it.]

[suddenly-likes-musicals]

[He looks down, his brow creasing in thought.]

I... guess not. B-But if he's your legal guardian, there has to be people who know you exist, right? At the very least child services and government or such giving him money to help support you. They have to know he's been keeping you from crucial wellness checks and education! I-If your parents aren't in the picture, that is.

[star-lit-clementine]

I think people think I'm dead.

[suddenly-likes-musicals]

[Kik snaps a picture from where they sit in the tree, their heels digging into the tree to keep her still. The whole town has been acting weird, and Paul Matthews skipping around and smiling.... that was cause to be alarmed.]

[Well, someone had to keep a cheerful face in times like these. Reports of a serial killer, the town at each other's throats, even his own nephew was...]

[But! It's important to look at the small victories. Such as successfully giving your number to the cute barista at the coffee shop and having her get you off scott free from hysterical cops! Another win for the Neighborhood Watch. Now, Paul was on his way home and admittedly almost skippi g his way there when he heard a faint click. He stopped, looking around for the source. His instincts say it was his brother about to ask him for a story for the news, but he couldn't be too sure, especially with the current climate of the town.]

[star-lit-clementine]

[He has to look... up. There, behind the branches of the old tall oak tree, was a teenager. Their shoulder length hair is brown, shaggy, and nearly curly, falling out of the ponytail it's in. They lower the camera when they see him through the lens, offering a wry smile. One earbud hangs from their ear, their other tucked into the loop of their necklace so it doesn't pull.]

"Oop-"

[suddenly-likes-musicals]

[He raises his brows as he notices them, just... silently staring for a second.]

Hello... what are you doing up there?

[star-lit-clementine]

"...Minding my business."

[They said, shrugging. He notices that they're beginning to move, and he's having a harder time making them out. Like a trick of the light.]

[suddenly-likes-musicals]

[He blinks and squints, trying to keep them clear in his view as his vision tries to betray him.]

Are you sure? Because that camera kind of implies you're minding my business. You know it's fairly dangerous out here these days, right?

[star-lit-clementine]

Shh! Don't be loud.

[They whisper-shout, trying to hide in the treetop.]

You'll get me in danger!

[suddenly-likes-musicals]

Oop-! Sorry, sorry.

[He looks around, checking if anyone else was watching before he casually moved under the tree, pulling out his phone and putting it to his ear.]

You looking for someone specific up there?

[star-lit-clementine]

[The teenager-- maybe a girl, with the way their hair is up and how they're dressed-- looks at their camera closely. They look back down at him, blinking and turning their head.]

"You match the description."

[suddenly-likes-musicals]

[He furrows his brows, occasionally glancing up at the teen but mostly looking around for any onlookers.]

D-Description for what? A hit?

[star-lit-clementine]

[Kik giggles.]

You're funny. No. it can't be you. A Catalyst would be more evil.

[It was a relief, to know it was wrong. The source was wrong.]

[suddenly-likes-musicals]

Catalyst? Like, I was the one who caused all this shit to happen? God, I hope not. I know there's the butterfly effect, but... I really hope nothing small I did caused a serial killer to run loose in town... I don't think I could forgive myself.

[star-lit-clementine]

No. but the person who did looks like you, I think.

[Kik stares at the camera. Then looks at him.]

I shouldn't be talking to strangers. My uncle doesn't like it.

[suddenly-likes-musicals]

[He hums, eyes flicking to corners and alleyways.]

If I had a nickel for every time I heard that... but his concern is definitely understandable right about now. Y-You don't have to keep talking to me or even believe me, but.... I'm part of the neighborhood watch. I just want to keep the town safe. Nobody should feel in danger in their own home, and this town is mine.

...You said someone who looks like me is the catalyst... it can't be Jerry, can it? My brother? I-I mean, he's just... a god-fearing journalist.

[star-lit-clementine]

No... Someone younger.

[They muse.]

Blue-er.

[They don't quite remember it. There's an angered yell from inside.]

Katherine!

[suddenly-likes-musicals]

[His face drops a bit, gaze falling to the sidewalk.]

I... I don't think you're gonna find-

[He startles, nearly dropping his phone at the yell. He readjusts, keeping his eyes glued to the ground as he tries to keep up his fake call facade.]

[star-lit-clementine]

[The teen in the trees looks... frightened. They're frozen in place, holding onto the camera close to their chest.]

[Katherine realizes too late that their Uncle had been home. And they aren't inside. But if they go in now, Edwin will blow a gasket. They shrink closer to the tree.]

[suddenly-likes-musicals]

[Paul riskes a glance up, seeing the terror in the teen's face and body language. It's the same they've seen in Celosia when their uncle is around, too. His jaw tightens, looking back down.]

Do you need to get away?

[His tone is serious and protective. If this uncle of theirs is a problem, Paul will help them.]

[star-lit-clementine]

[Kik looks down, surprised.]

Yes. Please.

[suddenly-likes-musicals]

Got it. Get ready to run, I'll tell you when.

[He looks around, finding a window across the street from where he heard the yell. He focuses on it, a beam of sunlight moving across it and bouncing off, reflecting right up and across the road to the building above them. With any luck, it'll blind the man above them for just a moment and disorient him for longer.]

[star-lit-clementine]

[There's a grunt, and Kik takes the chance to slip out of the tree. They land next to him. He realizes they're not dressed for the weather, they're in soft lounge clothes and... socks.]

[suddenly-likes-musicals]

[His jaw twitches. This kid certainly wasn't physically suited for what they're doing. He could probably get them some things, though. Either stuff at the police station, donations at the community center, or even Richie's old stuff. That would come later, though. He had to get this kid out of here. He opened his jacket, using part of it to shield the teen.]

Start moving, I'm on my way.

[He spoke into his phone, intending the first part for the teen as he turned and started walking, making sure he stayed between the teen and the window.]

[star-lit-clementine]

[Kik nods. They don't have a clue where they're going, but they sprint down the street.]

[The figure in the window doesn't even look out.]

[suddenly-likes-musicals]

[Paul waits for a moment before walking in the direction the teen ran. He pretends to hang up the phone and picks up the pace, trying to keep the teen in view as he goes so he can follow where they're going.]

[star-lit-clementine]

[Kik slows after a moment, panting hard. They're dressed in pajama pants and a loose teeshirt and a sweater falling off one shoulder. Like they just got out of bed even though it's 5pm.]

[suddenly-likes-musicals]

[Once they're out of sight of the building, Paul catches up with the teen, walking beside them with a concerned look.]

How long have you been sitting out here?

[star-lit-clementine]

[Kik shrugs.]

I was sitting outside for an hour before you came. That was my house. But the man is ....

[suddenly-likes-musicals]

That was your uncle, right? Is... he your primary caretaker?

[star-lit-clementine]

[Kik nods, panting.]

But he's bad. I think. I don't remember well. It's here.

[They hold up their camcorder.]

[suddenly-likes-musicals]

[His brows flick up, looking at the camcorder without touching it.]

You have menory loss? And this keeps the things you don't remember?

[star-lit-clementine]

Yes. I forget a lot.

[Kik is probably Richie's age. But a bit smaller than usual for their age.]

[suddenly-likes-musicals]

Hm. Well, as long as it helps. Do... you go to school? Record classes or take notes?

[star-lit-clementine]

[The kid looks down.]

...This is the first time I ever left my house....

[But that window... that was an antique shop, not a house.]

[suddenly-likes-musicals]

[Paul couldn't hide his reaction to that, he looked between the teen and back in the direction of the "house" in shock.]

Y- The first...? Not even for, like, doctors visits? What happened when you were sick?? There is no way your uncle is a certified doctor, approved for homeschooling, and running an antique shop it looked like all at once!

[star-lit-clementine]

...He did.

[They look ashamed.]

He didn't want anyone to know about me.

[suddenly-likes-musicals]

What!? Why? Was he trying to do insurance fraud or-

[He cut himself off, dropping his voice to a frantic whisper.]

Did he kidnap you!?

[star-lit-clementine]

...Is it kidnapping if I had no where else to go?

[They sound resigned. A little anxious about it.]

[suddenly-likes-musicals]

[Kik snaps a picture from where they sit in the tree, their heels digging into the tree to keep her still. The whole town has been acting weird, and Paul Matthews skipping around and smiling.... that was cause to be alarmed.]

[Well, someone had to keep a cheerful face in times like these. Reports of a serial killer, the town at each other's throats, even his own nephew was...]

[But! It's important to look at the small victories. Such as successfully giving your number to the cute barista at the coffee shop and having her get you off scott free from hysterical cops! Another win for the Neighborhood Watch. Now, Paul was on his way home and admittedly almost skippi g his way there when he heard a faint click. He stopped, looking around for the source. His instincts say it was his brother about to ask him for a story for the news, but he couldn't be too sure, especially with the current climate of the town.]

[star-lit-clementine]

[He has to look... up. There, behind the branches of the old tall oak tree, was a teenager. Their shoulder length hair is brown, shaggy, and nearly curly, falling out of the ponytail it's in. They lower the camera when they see him through the lens, offering a wry smile. One earbud hangs from their ear, their other tucked into the loop of their necklace so it doesn't pull.]

"Oop-"

[suddenly-likes-musicals]

[He raises his brows as he notices them, just... silently staring for a second.]

Hello... what are you doing up there?

[star-lit-clementine]

"...Minding my business."

[They said, shrugging. He notices that they're beginning to move, and he's having a harder time making them out. Like a trick of the light.]

[suddenly-likes-musicals]

[He blinks and squints, trying to keep them clear in his view as his vision tries to betray him.]

Are you sure? Because that camera kind of implies you're minding my business. You know it's fairly dangerous out here these days, right?

[star-lit-clementine]

Shh! Don't be loud.

[They whisper-shout, trying to hide in the treetop.]

You'll get me in danger!

[suddenly-likes-musicals]

Oop-! Sorry, sorry.

[He looks around, checking if anyone else was watching before he casually moved under the tree, pulling out his phone and putting it to his ear.]

You looking for someone specific up there?

[star-lit-clementine]

[The teenager-- maybe a girl, with the way their hair is up and how they're dressed-- looks at their camera closely. They look back down at him, blinking and turning their head.]

"You match the description."

[suddenly-likes-musicals]

[He furrows his brows, occasionally glancing up at the teen but mostly looking around for any onlookers.]

D-Description for what? A hit?

[star-lit-clementine]

[Kik giggles.]

You're funny. No. it can't be you. A Catalyst would be more evil.

[It was a relief, to know it was wrong. The source was wrong.]

[suddenly-likes-musicals]

Catalyst? Like, I was the one who caused all this shit to happen? God, I hope not. I know there's the butterfly effect, but... I really hope nothing small I did caused a serial killer to run loose in town... I don't think I could forgive myself.

[star-lit-clementine]

No. but the person who did looks like you, I think.

[Kik stares at the camera. Then looks at him.]

I shouldn't be talking to strangers. My uncle doesn't like it.

[suddenly-likes-musicals]

[He hums, eyes flicking to corners and alleyways.]

If I had a nickel for every time I heard that... but his concern is definitely understandable right about now. Y-You don't have to keep talking to me or even believe me, but.... I'm part of the neighborhood watch. I just want to keep the town safe. Nobody should feel in danger in their own home, and this town is mine.

...You said someone who looks like me is the catalyst... it can't be Jerry, can it? My brother? I-I mean, he's just... a god-fearing journalist.

[star-lit-clementine]

No... Someone younger.

[They muse.]

Blue-er.

[They don't quite remember it. There's an angered yell from inside.]

Katherine!

[suddenly-likes-musicals]

[His face drops a bit, gaze falling to the sidewalk.]

I... I don't think you're gonna find-

[He startles, nearly dropping his phone at the yell. He readjusts, keeping his eyes glued to the ground as he tries to keep up his fake call facade.]

[star-lit-clementine]

[The teen in the trees looks... frightened. They're frozen in place, holding onto the camera close to their chest.]

[Katherine realizes too late that their Uncle had been home. And they aren't inside. But if they go in now, Edwin will blow a gasket. They shrink closer to the tree.]

[suddenly-likes-musicals]

[Paul riskes a glance up, seeing the terror in the teen's face and body language. It's the same they've seen in Celosia when their uncle is around, too. His jaw tightens, looking back down.]

Do you need to get away?

[His tone is serious and protective. If this uncle of theirs is a problem, Paul will help them.]

[star-lit-clementine]

[Kik looks down, surprised.]

Yes. Please.

[suddenly-likes-musicals]

Got it. Get ready to run, I'll tell you when.

[He looks around, finding a window across the street from where he heard the yell. He focuses on it, a beam of sunlight moving across it and bouncing off, reflecting right up and across the road to the building above them. With any luck, it'll blind the man above them for just a moment and disorient him for longer.]

[star-lit-clementine]

[There's a grunt, and Kik takes the chance to slip out of the tree. They land next to him. He realizes they're not dressed for the weather, they're in soft lounge clothes and... socks.]

[suddenly-likes-musicals]

[His jaw twitches. This kid certainly wasn't physically suited for what they're doing. He could probably get them some things, though. Either stuff at the police station, donations at the community center, or even Richie's old stuff. That would come later, though. He had to get this kid out of here. He opened his jacket, using part of it to shield the teen.]

Start moving, I'm on my way.

[He spoke into his phone, intending the first part for the teen as he turned and started walking, making sure he stayed between the teen and the window.]

[star-lit-clementine]

[Kik nods. They don't have a clue where they're going, but they sprint down the street.]

[The figure in the window doesn't even look out.]

[suddenly-likes-musicals]

[Paul waits for a moment before walking in the direction the teen ran. He pretends to hang up the phone and picks up the pace, trying to keep the teen in view as he goes so he can follow where they're going.]

[star-lit-clementine]

[Kik slows after a moment, panting hard. They're dressed in pajama pants and a loose teeshirt and a sweater falling off one shoulder. Like they just got out of bed even though it's 5pm.]

[suddenly-likes-musicals]

[Once they're out of sight of the building, Paul catches up with the teen, walking beside them with a concerned look.]

How long have you been sitting out here?

[star-lit-clementine]

[Kik shrugs.]

I was sitting outside for an hour before you came. That was my house. But the man is ....

[suddenly-likes-musicals]

That was your uncle, right? Is... he your primary caretaker?

[star-lit-clementine]

[Kik nods, panting.]

But he's bad. I think. I don't remember well. It's here.

[They hold up their camcorder.]

[suddenly-likes-musicals]

[His brows flick up, looking at the camcorder without touching it.]

You have menory loss? And this keeps the things you don't remember?

[star-lit-clementine]

Yes. I forget a lot.

[Kik is probably Richie's age. But a bit smaller than usual for their age.]

[suddenly-likes-musicals]

Hm. Well, as long as it helps. Do... you go to school? Record classes or take notes?

[star-lit-clementine]

[The kid looks down.]

...This is the first time I ever left my house....

[But that window... that was an antique shop, not a house.]

[suddenly-likes-musicals]

[Paul couldn't hide his reaction to that, he looked between the teen and back in the direction of the "house" in shock.]

Y- The first...? Not even for, like, doctors visits? What happened when you were sick?? There is no way your uncle is a certified doctor, approved for homeschooling, and running an antique shop it looked like all at once!

[star-lit-clementine]

...He did.

[They look ashamed.]

He didn't want anyone to know about me.

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

what are you guys eating ?

Was gonna be soup…

He digs for another spoon of similar size as the last one, pushing the drawer shut and dunking the spoon into a grainy and thick liquid of tan color.

Used potatoes. Apparently it’s pretty filling, so...

Tinky sighs heavily.

[star-lit-clementine]

[Kik is stable now. A bit of a runner sometimes, getting easily spooked. They're a bit quieter, and still their sweet self. They haven't touched their plate yet.]

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

Nibblenephim has taken to quietness as well, since the…talk. Argument. Between all five of them. He stares at his own bowl cradled in his lap, glancing briefly at Kik’s plate.

…You should eat. You know.

[star-lit-clementine]

[Kik sighs, continuing to push the soup around with their spoon. They slowly take a bite as directed.]

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

Nibbly tries to smile at them, returning to his own bowl.

Hey, kid, could ya call the others over? They should be…fuck, I dunno.

Tinky sounds tired, as usual, and a little heated, as usual. He returns to the soup without checking to make sure Kik leaves. Mostly he just wants everyone to eat, either now or later.

[star-lit-clementine]

[Kik nods, wordlessly getting up to go get the others. They stand in the living room, and then migrate to Blinkys side.]

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

Bliklotep curls up with his knees to his chest, staring daggers at the TV screen as it plays some live action film. He shifts every few seconds and repeatedly clenches his hands into fists, restless.

…Hm?

He finally catches sight of them.

[star-lit-clementine]

Tinky said to get you guys. Food's ready.

[Kik reports. They offer him a little smile. They seem... fine today. They were perhaps a little more clingy than typical, but they were starting to talk again.]

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

He smiles - though it’s more a grimace - back, starting to get up.

Thanks…I’ll get Pokey.

Lords know he doesn’t want to, really. But it’s fine. Blinky clenches his hands again and leaves into the hall. He turns back around.

…Wanna come with?

[star-lit-clementine]

Yes please.

[Kik says, expression brightening a little. They get up to come with him.]

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

His smile softens.

Great. C’mon, then.

He leads the way to the small upstairs area, gesturing Kik through first.

[star-lit-clementine]

[Kik goes first, climbing up the stairs.]

Is Wiggly with him?

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

He follows.

No, Wiggly went out. He’ll come back soon.

When they open the door, Pokey is huddled in a corner with both the Black Book and its Copy in front of him. Only the Copy is open. He looks up with mild annoyance.

What?

Blinky leans in the doorway, eyes moving to the tomes.

Tinky said to come eat.

[star-lit-clementine]

[Kik hides a bit behind Blinky, unsure and a bit nervous around the Books.]

[They're more shy, if that's even possible. Quieter.]

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

…Can it wait?

Pokotho.

The tone is enough for Pokey to slam the Copy shut, stacking both Books together and shoving them aside with lips pulled into a frown.

Fine.

He peers at where Kik is behind Blinky.

…Hi.

The attempt at simmering his upset isn’t very convincing.

[star-lit-clementine]

[Kik gives him a sweet little smile.]

Hi. Learned more piano, like you taught me.

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

…Good. Keep at that.

He flashes a smile back, though it quickly drops, and he follows them both down without much excitement. In the kitchen, Tinky has taken empty bowls out of the cabinet and laid them out. He turns to look at the three, then nods approvingly.

Thanks, Kik. You two, get bowls and sit, please.

Nibbly hasn’t seemingly touched his food. They do as asked, and the kitchen remains in a kind of thick silence.

[star-lit-clementine]

[Kik nods, waiting patiently for their own bowl. Then they take the chair closer to the window, distracted by the birds.]

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

what are you guys eating ?

Was gonna be soup…

He digs for another spoon of similar size as the last one, pushing the drawer shut and dunking the spoon into a grainy and thick liquid of tan color.

Used potatoes. Apparently it’s pretty filling, so...

Tinky sighs heavily.

[star-lit-clementine]

[Kik is stable now. A bit of a runner sometimes, getting easily spooked. They're a bit quieter, and still their sweet self. They haven't touched their plate yet.]

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

Nibblenephim has taken to quietness as well, since the…talk. Argument. Between all five of them. He stares at his own bowl cradled in his lap, glancing briefly at Kik’s plate.

…You should eat. You know.

[star-lit-clementine]

[Kik sighs, continuing to push the soup around with their spoon. They slowly take a bite as directed.]

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

Nibbly tries to smile at them, returning to his own bowl.

Hey, kid, could ya call the others over? They should be…fuck, I dunno.

Tinky sounds tired, as usual, and a little heated, as usual. He returns to the soup without checking to make sure Kik leaves. Mostly he just wants everyone to eat, either now or later.

[star-lit-clementine]

[Kik nods, wordlessly getting up to go get the others. They stand in the living room, and then migrate to Blinkys side.]

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

Bliklotep curls up with his knees to his chest, staring daggers at the TV screen as it plays some live action film. He shifts every few seconds and repeatedly clenches his hands into fists, restless.

…Hm?

He finally catches sight of them.

[star-lit-clementine]

Tinky said to get you guys. Food's ready.

[Kik reports. They offer him a little smile. They seem... fine today. They were perhaps a little more clingy than typical, but they were starting to talk again.]

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

He smiles - though it’s more a grimace - back, starting to get up.

Thanks…I’ll get Pokey.

Lords know he doesn’t want to, really. But it’s fine. Blinky clenches his hands again and leaves into the hall. He turns back around.

…Wanna come with?

[star-lit-clementine]

Yes please.

[Kik says, expression brightening a little. They get up to come with him.]

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

His smile softens.

Great. C’mon, then.

He leads the way to the small upstairs area, gesturing Kik through first.

[star-lit-clementine]

[Kik goes first, climbing up the stairs.]

Is Wiggly with him?

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

He follows.

No, Wiggly went out. He’ll come back soon.

When they open the door, Pokey is huddled in a corner with both the Black Book and its Copy in front of him. Only the Copy is open. He looks up with mild annoyance.

What?

Blinky leans in the doorway, eyes moving to the tomes.

Tinky said to come eat.

[star-lit-clementine]

[Kik hides a bit behind Blinky, unsure and a bit nervous around the Books.]

[They're more shy, if that's even possible. Quieter.]

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

…Can it wait?

Pokotho.

The tone is enough for Pokey to slam the Copy shut, stacking both Books together and shoving them aside with lips pulled into a frown.

Fine.

He peers at where Kik is behind Blinky.

…Hi.

The attempt at simmering his upset isn’t very convincing.

[star-lit-clementine]

[Kik gives him a sweet little smile.]

Hi. Learned more piano, like you taught me.

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

…Good. Keep at that.

He flashes a smile back, though it quickly drops, and he follows them both down without much excitement. In the kitchen, Tinky has taken empty bowls out of the cabinet and laid them out. He turns to look at the three, then nods approvingly.

Thanks, Kik. You two, get bowls and sit, please.

Nibbly hasn’t seemingly touched his food. They do as asked, and the kitchen remains in a kind of thick silence.

[star-lit-clementine]

[Kik nods, waiting patiently for their own bowl. Then they take the chair closer to the window, distracted by the birds.]

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

what are you guys eating ?

Was gonna be soup…

He digs for another spoon of similar size as the last one, pushing the drawer shut and dunking the spoon into a grainy and thick liquid of tan color.

Used potatoes. Apparently it’s pretty filling, so...

Tinky sighs heavily.

[star-lit-clementine]

[Kik is stable now. A bit of a runner sometimes, getting easily spooked. They're a bit quieter, and still their sweet self. They haven't touched their plate yet.]

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

Nibblenephim has taken to quietness as well, since the…talk. Argument. Between all five of them. He stares at his own bowl cradled in his lap, glancing briefly at Kik’s plate.

…You should eat. You know.

[star-lit-clementine]

[Kik sighs, continuing to push the soup around with their spoon. They slowly take a bite as directed.]

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

Nibbly tries to smile at them, returning to his own bowl.

Hey, kid, could ya call the others over? They should be…fuck, I dunno.

Tinky sounds tired, as usual, and a little heated, as usual. He returns to the soup without checking to make sure Kik leaves. Mostly he just wants everyone to eat, either now or later.

[star-lit-clementine]

[Kik nods, wordlessly getting up to go get the others. They stand in the living room, and then migrate to Blinkys side.]

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

Bliklotep curls up with his knees to his chest, staring daggers at the TV screen as it plays some live action film. He shifts every few seconds and repeatedly clenches his hands into fists, restless.

…Hm?

He finally catches sight of them.

[star-lit-clementine]

Tinky said to get you guys. Food's ready.

[Kik reports. They offer him a little smile. They seem... fine today. They were perhaps a little more clingy than typical, but they were starting to talk again.]

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

He smiles - though it’s more a grimace - back, starting to get up.

Thanks…I’ll get Pokey.

Lords know he doesn’t want to, really. But it’s fine. Blinky clenches his hands again and leaves into the hall. He turns back around.

…Wanna come with?

[star-lit-clementine]

Yes please.

[Kik says, expression brightening a little. They get up to come with him.]

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

His smile softens.

Great. C’mon, then.

He leads the way to the small upstairs area, gesturing Kik through first.

[star-lit-clementine]

[Kik goes first, climbing up the stairs.]

Is Wiggly with him?

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

He follows.

No, Wiggly went out. He’ll come back soon.

When they open the door, Pokey is huddled in a corner with both the Black Book and its Copy in front of him. Only the Copy is open. He looks up with mild annoyance.

What?

Blinky leans in the doorway, eyes moving to the tomes.

Tinky said to come eat.

[star-lit-clementine]

[Kik hides a bit behind Blinky, unsure and a bit nervous around the Books.]

[They're more shy, if that's even possible. Quieter.]

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

…Can it wait?

Pokotho.

The tone is enough for Pokey to slam the Copy shut, stacking both Books together and shoving them aside with lips pulled into a frown.

Fine.

He peers at where Kik is behind Blinky.

…Hi.

The attempt at simmering his upset isn’t very convincing.

[star-lit-clementine]

[Kik gives him a sweet little smile.]

Hi. Learned more piano, like you taught me.

[suddenly-likes-musicals]

[Kik snaps a picture from where they sit in the tree, their heels digging into the tree to keep her still. The whole town has been acting weird, and Paul Matthews skipping around and smiling.... that was cause to be alarmed.]

[Well, someone had to keep a cheerful face in times like these. Reports of a serial killer, the town at each other's throats, even his own nephew was...]

[But! It's important to look at the small victories. Such as successfully giving your number to the cute barista at the coffee shop and having her get you off scott free from hysterical cops! Another win for the Neighborhood Watch. Now, Paul was on his way home and admittedly almost skippi g his way there when he heard a faint click. He stopped, looking around for the source. His instincts say it was his brother about to ask him for a story for the news, but he couldn't be too sure, especially with the current climate of the town.]

[star-lit-clementine]

[He has to look... up. There, behind the branches of the old tall oak tree, was a teenager. Their shoulder length hair is brown, shaggy, and nearly curly, falling out of the ponytail it's in. They lower the camera when they see him through the lens, offering a wry smile. One earbud hangs from their ear, their other tucked into the loop of their necklace so it doesn't pull.]

"Oop-"

[suddenly-likes-musicals]

[He raises his brows as he notices them, just... silently staring for a second.]

Hello... what are you doing up there?

[star-lit-clementine]

"...Minding my business."

[They said, shrugging. He notices that they're beginning to move, and he's having a harder time making them out. Like a trick of the light.]

[suddenly-likes-musicals]

[He blinks and squints, trying to keep them clear in his view as his vision tries to betray him.]

Are you sure? Because that camera kind of implies you're minding my business. You know it's fairly dangerous out here these days, right?

[star-lit-clementine]

Shh! Don't be loud.

[They whisper-shout, trying to hide in the treetop.]

You'll get me in danger!

[suddenly-likes-musicals]

Oop-! Sorry, sorry.

[He looks around, checking if anyone else was watching before he casually moved under the tree, pulling out his phone and putting it to his ear.]

You looking for someone specific up there?

[star-lit-clementine]

[The teenager-- maybe a girl, with the way their hair is up and how they're dressed-- looks at their camera closely. They look back down at him, blinking and turning their head.]

"You match the description."

[suddenly-likes-musicals]

[He furrows his brows, occasionally glancing up at the teen but mostly looking around for any onlookers.]

D-Description for what? A hit?

[star-lit-clementine]

[Kik giggles.]

You're funny. No. it can't be you. A Catalyst would be more evil.

[It was a relief, to know it was wrong. The source was wrong.]

[suddenly-likes-musicals]

Catalyst? Like, I was the one who caused all this shit to happen? God, I hope not. I know there's the butterfly effect, but... I really hope nothing small I did caused a serial killer to run loose in town... I don't think I could forgive myself.

[star-lit-clementine]

No. but the person who did looks like you, I think.

[Kik stares at the camera. Then looks at him.]

I shouldn't be talking to strangers. My uncle doesn't like it.

[suddenly-likes-musicals]

[He hums, eyes flicking to corners and alleyways.]

If I had a nickel for every time I heard that... but his concern is definitely understandable right about now. Y-You don't have to keep talking to me or even believe me, but.... I'm part of the neighborhood watch. I just want to keep the town safe. Nobody should feel in danger in their own home, and this town is mine.

...You said someone who looks like me is the catalyst... it can't be Jerry, can it? My brother? I-I mean, he's just... a god-fearing journalist.

[star-lit-clementine]

No... Someone younger.

[They muse.]

Blue-er.

[They don't quite remember it. There's an angered yell from inside.]

Katherine!

[suddenly-likes-musicals]

[His face drops a bit, gaze falling to the sidewalk.]

I... I don't think you're gonna find-

[He startles, nearly dropping his phone at the yell. He readjusts, keeping his eyes glued to the ground as he tries to keep up his fake call facade.]

[star-lit-clementine]

[The teen in the trees looks... frightened. They're frozen in place, holding onto the camera close to their chest.]

[Katherine realizes too late that their Uncle had been home. And they aren't inside. But if they go in now, Edwin will blow a gasket. They shrink closer to the tree.]

[suddenly-likes-musicals]

[Paul riskes a glance up, seeing the terror in the teen's face and body language. It's the same they've seen in Celosia when their uncle is around, too. His jaw tightens, looking back down.]

Do you need to get away?

[His tone is serious and protective. If this uncle of theirs is a problem, Paul will help them.]

[star-lit-clementine]

[Kik looks down, surprised.]

Yes. Please.

[suddenly-likes-musicals]

Got it. Get ready to run, I'll tell you when.

[He looks around, finding a window across the street from where he heard the yell. He focuses on it, a beam of sunlight moving across it and bouncing off, reflecting right up and across the road to the building above them. With any luck, it'll blind the man above them for just a moment and disorient him for longer.]

[star-lit-clementine]

[There's a grunt, and Kik takes the chance to slip out of the tree. They land next to him. He realizes they're not dressed for the weather, they're in soft lounge clothes and... socks.]

[suddenly-likes-musicals]

[His jaw twitches. This kid certainly wasn't physically suited for what they're doing. He could probably get them some things, though. Either stuff at the police station, donations at the community center, or even Richie's old stuff. That would come later, though. He had to get this kid out of here. He opened his jacket, using part of it to shield the teen.]

Start moving, I'm on my way.

[He spoke into his phone, intending the first part for the teen as he turned and started walking, making sure he stayed between the teen and the window.]

[star-lit-clementine]

[Kik nods. They don't have a clue where they're going, but they sprint down the street.]

[The figure in the window doesn't even look out.]

[suddenly-likes-musicals]

[Paul waits for a moment before walking in the direction the teen ran. He pretends to hang up the phone and picks up the pace, trying to keep the teen in view as he goes so he can follow where they're going.]

[star-lit-clementine]

[Kik slows after a moment, panting hard. They're dressed in pajama pants and a loose teeshirt and a sweater falling off one shoulder. Like they just got out of bed even though it's 5pm.]

[suddenly-likes-musicals]

[Once they're out of sight of the building, Paul catches up with the teen, walking beside them with a concerned look.]

How long have you been sitting out here?

[star-lit-clementine]

[Kik shrugs.]

I was sitting outside for an hour before you came. That was my house. But the man is ....

[suddenly-likes-musicals]

That was your uncle, right? Is... he your primary caretaker?

[star-lit-clementine]

[Kik nods, panting.]

But he's bad. I think. I don't remember well. It's here.

[They hold up their camcorder.]

[suddenly-likes-musicals]

[His brows flick up, looking at the camcorder without touching it.]

You have menory loss? And this keeps the things you don't remember?

[star-lit-clementine]

Yes. I forget a lot.

[Kik is probably Richie's age. But a bit smaller than usual for their age.]

[suddenly-likes-musicals]

Hm. Well, as long as it helps. Do... you go to school? Record classes or take notes?

[star-lit-clementine]

[The kid looks down.]

...This is the first time I ever left my house....

[But that window... that was an antique shop, not a house.]

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

what are you guys eating ?

Was gonna be soup…

He digs for another spoon of similar size as the last one, pushing the drawer shut and dunking the spoon into a grainy and thick liquid of tan color.

Used potatoes. Apparently it’s pretty filling, so...

Tinky sighs heavily.

[star-lit-clementine]

[Kik is stable now. A bit of a runner sometimes, getting easily spooked. They're a bit quieter, and still their sweet self. They haven't touched their plate yet.]

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

Nibblenephim has taken to quietness as well, since the…talk. Argument. Between all five of them. He stares at his own bowl cradled in his lap, glancing briefly at Kik’s plate.

…You should eat. You know.

[star-lit-clementine]

[Kik sighs, continuing to push the soup around with their spoon. They slowly take a bite as directed.]

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

Nibbly tries to smile at them, returning to his own bowl.

Hey, kid, could ya call the others over? They should be…fuck, I dunno.

Tinky sounds tired, as usual, and a little heated, as usual. He returns to the soup without checking to make sure Kik leaves. Mostly he just wants everyone to eat, either now or later.

[star-lit-clementine]

[Kik nods, wordlessly getting up to go get the others. They stand in the living room, and then migrate to Blinkys side.]

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

Bliklotep curls up with his knees to his chest, staring daggers at the TV screen as it plays some live action film. He shifts every few seconds and repeatedly clenches his hands into fists, restless.

…Hm?

He finally catches sight of them.

[star-lit-clementine]

Tinky said to get you guys. Food's ready.

[Kik reports. They offer him a little smile. They seem... fine today. They were perhaps a little more clingy than typical, but they were starting to talk again.]

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

He smiles - though it’s more a grimace - back, starting to get up.

Thanks…I’ll get Pokey.

Lords know he doesn’t want to, really. But it’s fine. Blinky clenches his hands again and leaves into the hall. He turns back around.

…Wanna come with?

[star-lit-clementine]

Yes please.

[Kik says, expression brightening a little. They get up to come with him.]

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

His smile softens.

Great. C’mon, then.

He leads the way to the small upstairs area, gesturing Kik through first.

[star-lit-clementine]

[Kik goes first, climbing up the stairs.]

Is Wiggly with him?

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

He follows.

No, Wiggly went out. He’ll come back soon.

When they open the door, Pokey is huddled in a corner with both the Black Book and its Copy in front of him. Only the Copy is open. He looks up with mild annoyance.

What?

Blinky leans in the doorway, eyes moving to the tomes.

Tinky said to come eat.

[star-lit-clementine]

[Kik hides a bit behind Blinky, unsure and a bit nervous around the Books.]

[They're more shy, if that's even possible. Quieter.]

[suddenly-likes-musicals]

[Kik snaps a picture from where they sit in the tree, their heels digging into the tree to keep her still. The whole town has been acting weird, and Paul Matthews skipping around and smiling.... that was cause to be alarmed.]

[Well, someone had to keep a cheerful face in times like these. Reports of a serial killer, the town at each other's throats, even his own nephew was...]

[But! It's important to look at the small victories. Such as successfully giving your number to the cute barista at the coffee shop and having her get you off scott free from hysterical cops! Another win for the Neighborhood Watch. Now, Paul was on his way home and admittedly almost skippi g his way there when he heard a faint click. He stopped, looking around for the source. His instincts say it was his brother about to ask him for a story for the news, but he couldn't be too sure, especially with the current climate of the town.]

[star-lit-clementine]

[He has to look... up. There, behind the branches of the old tall oak tree, was a teenager. Their shoulder length hair is brown, shaggy, and nearly curly, falling out of the ponytail it's in. They lower the camera when they see him through the lens, offering a wry smile. One earbud hangs from their ear, their other tucked into the loop of their necklace so it doesn't pull.]

"Oop-"

[suddenly-likes-musicals]

[He raises his brows as he notices them, just... silently staring for a second.]

Hello... what are you doing up there?

[star-lit-clementine]

"...Minding my business."

[They said, shrugging. He notices that they're beginning to move, and he's having a harder time making them out. Like a trick of the light.]

[suddenly-likes-musicals]

[He blinks and squints, trying to keep them clear in his view as his vision tries to betray him.]

Are you sure? Because that camera kind of implies you're minding my business. You know it's fairly dangerous out here these days, right?

[star-lit-clementine]

Shh! Don't be loud.

[They whisper-shout, trying to hide in the treetop.]

You'll get me in danger!

[suddenly-likes-musicals]

Oop-! Sorry, sorry.

[He looks around, checking if anyone else was watching before he casually moved under the tree, pulling out his phone and putting it to his ear.]

You looking for someone specific up there?

[star-lit-clementine]

[The teenager-- maybe a girl, with the way their hair is up and how they're dressed-- looks at their camera closely. They look back down at him, blinking and turning their head.]

"You match the description."

[suddenly-likes-musicals]

[He furrows his brows, occasionally glancing up at the teen but mostly looking around for any onlookers.]

D-Description for what? A hit?

[star-lit-clementine]

[Kik giggles.]

You're funny. No. it can't be you. A Catalyst would be more evil.

[It was a relief, to know it was wrong. The source was wrong.]

[suddenly-likes-musicals]

Catalyst? Like, I was the one who caused all this shit to happen? God, I hope not. I know there's the butterfly effect, but... I really hope nothing small I did caused a serial killer to run loose in town... I don't think I could forgive myself.

[star-lit-clementine]

No. but the person who did looks like you, I think.

[Kik stares at the camera. Then looks at him.]

I shouldn't be talking to strangers. My uncle doesn't like it.

[suddenly-likes-musicals]

[He hums, eyes flicking to corners and alleyways.]

If I had a nickel for every time I heard that... but his concern is definitely understandable right about now. Y-You don't have to keep talking to me or even believe me, but.... I'm part of the neighborhood watch. I just want to keep the town safe. Nobody should feel in danger in their own home, and this town is mine.

...You said someone who looks like me is the catalyst... it can't be Jerry, can it? My brother? I-I mean, he's just... a god-fearing journalist.

[star-lit-clementine]

No... Someone younger.

[They muse.]

Blue-er.

[They don't quite remember it. There's an angered yell from inside.]

Katherine!

[suddenly-likes-musicals]

[His face drops a bit, gaze falling to the sidewalk.]

I... I don't think you're gonna find-

[He startles, nearly dropping his phone at the yell. He readjusts, keeping his eyes glued to the ground as he tries to keep up his fake call facade.]

[star-lit-clementine]

[The teen in the trees looks... frightened. They're frozen in place, holding onto the camera close to their chest.]

[Katherine realizes too late that their Uncle had been home. And they aren't inside. But if they go in now, Edwin will blow a gasket. They shrink closer to the tree.]

[suddenly-likes-musicals]

[Paul riskes a glance up, seeing the terror in the teen's face and body language. It's the same they've seen in Celosia when their uncle is around, too. His jaw tightens, looking back down.]

Do you need to get away?

[His tone is serious and protective. If this uncle of theirs is a problem, Paul will help them.]

[star-lit-clementine]

[Kik looks down, surprised.]

Yes. Please.

[suddenly-likes-musicals]

Got it. Get ready to run, I'll tell you when.

[He looks around, finding a window across the street from where he heard the yell. He focuses on it, a beam of sunlight moving across it and bouncing off, reflecting right up and across the road to the building above them. With any luck, it'll blind the man above them for just a moment and disorient him for longer.]

[star-lit-clementine]

[There's a grunt, and Kik takes the chance to slip out of the tree. They land next to him. He realizes they're not dressed for the weather, they're in soft lounge clothes and... socks.]

[suddenly-likes-musicals]

[His jaw twitches. This kid certainly wasn't physically suited for what they're doing. He could probably get them some things, though. Either stuff at the police station, donations at the community center, or even Richie's old stuff. That would come later, though. He had to get this kid out of here. He opened his jacket, using part of it to shield the teen.]

Start moving, I'm on my way.

[He spoke into his phone, intending the first part for the teen as he turned and started walking, making sure he stayed between the teen and the window.]

[star-lit-clementine]

[Kik nods. They don't have a clue where they're going, but they sprint down the street.]

[The figure in the window doesn't even look out.]

[suddenly-likes-musicals]

[Paul waits for a moment before walking in the direction the teen ran. He pretends to hang up the phone and picks up the pace, trying to keep the teen in view as he goes so he can follow where they're going.]

[star-lit-clementine]

[Kik slows after a moment, panting hard. They're dressed in pajama pants and a loose teeshirt and a sweater falling off one shoulder. Like they just got out of bed even though it's 5pm.]

[suddenly-likes-musicals]

[Once they're out of sight of the building, Paul catches up with the teen, walking beside them with a concerned look.]

How long have you been sitting out here?

[star-lit-clementine]

[Kik shrugs.]

I was sitting outside for an hour before you came. That was my house. But the man is ....

[suddenly-likes-musicals]

That was your uncle, right? Is... he your primary caretaker?

[star-lit-clementine]

[Kik nods, panting.]

But he's bad. I think. I don't remember well. It's here.

[They hold up their camcorder.]

[suddenly-likes-musicals]

[His brows flick up, looking at the camcorder without touching it.]

You have menory loss? And this keeps the things you don't remember?

[star-lit-clementine]

Yes. I forget a lot.

[Kik is probably Richie's age. But a bit smaller than usual for their age.]

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

what are you guys eating ?

Was gonna be soup…

He digs for another spoon of similar size as the last one, pushing the drawer shut and dunking the spoon into a grainy and thick liquid of tan color.

Used potatoes. Apparently it’s pretty filling, so...

Tinky sighs heavily.

[star-lit-clementine]

[Kik is stable now. A bit of a runner sometimes, getting easily spooked. They're a bit quieter, and still their sweet self. They haven't touched their plate yet.]

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

Nibblenephim has taken to quietness as well, since the…talk. Argument. Between all five of them. He stares at his own bowl cradled in his lap, glancing briefly at Kik’s plate.

…You should eat. You know.

[star-lit-clementine]

[Kik sighs, continuing to push the soup around with their spoon. They slowly take a bite as directed.]

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

Nibbly tries to smile at them, returning to his own bowl.

Hey, kid, could ya call the others over? They should be…fuck, I dunno.

Tinky sounds tired, as usual, and a little heated, as usual. He returns to the soup without checking to make sure Kik leaves. Mostly he just wants everyone to eat, either now or later.

[star-lit-clementine]

[Kik nods, wordlessly getting up to go get the others. They stand in the living room, and then migrate to Blinkys side.]

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

Bliklotep curls up with his knees to his chest, staring daggers at the TV screen as it plays some live action film. He shifts every few seconds and repeatedly clenches his hands into fists, restless.

…Hm?

He finally catches sight of them.

[star-lit-clementine]

Tinky said to get you guys. Food's ready.

[Kik reports. They offer him a little smile. They seem... fine today. They were perhaps a little more clingy than typical, but they were starting to talk again.]

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

He smiles - though it’s more a grimace - back, starting to get up.

Thanks…I’ll get Pokey.

Lords know he doesn’t want to, really. But it’s fine. Blinky clenches his hands again and leaves into the hall. He turns back around.

…Wanna come with?

[star-lit-clementine]

Yes please.

[Kik says, expression brightening a little. They get up to come with him.]

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

His smile softens.

Great. C’mon, then.

He leads the way to the small upstairs area, gesturing Kik through first.

[star-lit-clementine]

[Kik goes first, climbing up the stairs.]

Is Wiggly with him?