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@gazebobullshit​ asked: Hey, do you want me to stitch that up for you?

HIS SCAR HAD OPENED UP AGAIN-- GO FIGURE. Pressing the heel of his hand to his forehead to try and STOP THE BLEEDING, the boy’s dark eyes locked with Eddie’s and his brow furrowed. “Y-- You, uh... Y-You really kn-know how t-- to, um... d-- do that?” A little stream of blood trickled down over his nose, and Colton realized he should probably take his new companion up on that off. “I-I mean... Y-- I’d really, uh... APPRECIATE it.”

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@delinquentborn​ asked: “I guess I drank some Dumb Bitch Juice instead of coffee this morning.” || what a way to bring back this blog, honestly

“I-- Cora, I-I dunno if I’d, uh.... P-PUT IT TH-- THAT WAY.” Just because they’d gotten STUCK IN THE PARTS & SERVICE ROOM didn’t mean that it was HER FAULT. (Or that she was STUPID in any way, something that Colton would DEFEND to the ends of the earth.) “W-We, um... j-- just didn’t REALIZE th-that the door was, uh... y’know... LOCKED?”

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@sanguisfulgur​ asked: It’s not my blood – I think. (from Salem)

“Y-- You THINK--?” Colton DIDN’T BUY THAT for a second. Instantly, he knelt at Salem’s side, checking the other for WOUNDS OF ANY KIND. “I-If it’s THAT FRESH, th-then... I-I hate t-- to TELL YOU this, b-but... y-yeah, uh... i-it’s PROBABLY Y-YOURS.”

Bloodied fingers combed through his dark hair as Colton sat back with a huff, having finally found what he was looking for-- A GASH IN SALEM’S SIDE. A fixable one, thank goodness. “I-- I’ll grab th-the, uh... F-- FIRST AID KIT.”

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@delinquentborn​ asked: “Click clack, the Bad Bitch is back.”

CORA ALWAYS FOUND A WAY TO MAKE AN ENTRANCE. It was a pretty common occurrence for Coraline to drop a CATCHY ONE-LINER after climbing in through his bedroom window. “I-I, uh... take it th-that y-- YOU’RE the B-- Bad B-Bitch, huh?”

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@delinquentborn​ asked: “Whenever I see a clown, all I can picture is my dad.” || OSHDIOSHDOISD

“H-- Honestly? Um... Wh-Whenever I-- see a clown, I, uhhh...” DON’T YOU REMEMBER WHAT YOU SAW DON’T YOU REMEMBER WHAT YOU SAW DON’T YOU REMEMBER WHAT YOU SAW--

“I-I think of th-- that, um... STUPID... B-- BALLOON BOY animatronic f-from Father’s old, uh... p-pizzeria.” Yeah. THAT’S what you think about. Sure, kid.

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@pandium​ asked: “No big deal, I was possessed.” // miles sdkjflgksdfgk

“--OH.” HE’S REALLY NOT SURE WHAT ALL TO SAY ABOUT THAT, seeing as, well... the young man works with POSSESSED animatronics on a nightly basis. However, he’s not all too familiar with the concept of HUMANS being possessed, so-- “I-I... Th-That’s... um... ROUGH. I... Yeah, wow, uh... C-Can I ask what y-you were, um... possessed BY?”

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“B-- Bev? BEV-- Look... l-look at m-- me. Look at ME.” He’d found her in the alleyway out behind the PIZZERIA, a little bit DAZED... and a little bit BLOODIED. Showing up at the run-down pizza joint just MINUTES before the night shift began meant one of two things: she had either come to HIM on purpose or that she had just run to a place where she figured NO ADULTS WOULD FIND HER.

“C-- C’mon, um... W-We’re gonna get you INSIDE, I-I’ll, uh... Th-There’s FOOD in the b-break room, a-and I... I’ve got a f-first aid kit.” | @shotbled​

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“I-- I work N-NIGHTS, y-- yeah.” Sometimes he’s honestly a bit SHEEPISH to tell anyone that he works at the SO-CALLED ‘HAUNTED’ PIZZERIA on the outskirts of town... or that his FATHER was the one who OWNED IT. “I-I mean, it’s... uh... n-not the b-- BEST, but... g-- g-gives me something t-to do. I, um... I-I don’t... get out m-- much.” | @awkqz​ for whoever you’d like !!