#child!william

[ohboyanothergluskin]

“Hope you like kids.” The case worker spoke. “If not then I don’t know what we’ll do with the little guy.” She glanced at William who was sitting on the floor, a few tears running down his cheeks. “We don’t have any open beds for him and we sure as hell can’t give him back to his father. Would you be willing to take him in? I know this is short notice...”

@aravenwithagun

[ohboyanothergluskin]

Closed with @theycallmemrgluskin

“Daddy? Why can’t I go outside? It’s boring in here.”

[trappedinyellow]

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A ballpit, he'd heard of them but never played in one until now. The nine year old William leapt into the ballpit, his father would be furious but he had to try it at least once. That might have been a poor decision in retrospect. Resurfacing from the ballpit in a very strange place.

There were fake castles, bridges and as he swam out of the sea of plastic balls. He saw colorful mat floors, a maze of plastic pipes and fabrics and all sorts of animal, sun, moon and star decorations. This was... not where he was before. This was not circus play area... in fact he didn't think this was the Circus at all. Where was he?

William frown and he heard something yelling back near the ballpit as he walked along the matted floor. He couldn't see it though only hear he? It? Saying "Security Alert! Security Alert! Woohoowooohooowhooohoo!" Oh he had certainly done it now hadn't he? He was in trouble for jumping in the ballpit wasn't he? Blast! He made a dash for the double doors and slipped out as he hoped he hadn't been caught.

Where ever William was, he had better find his parents before he got into worse trouble! As he wandered the area he saw strange machines with flashlights. The dark haired boy marveled at them before stumbling backwards over something small and yellow. "Oof! Bother... frightfully sorry, are you alright?" He asked thinking it was a smaller kid dressed in yellow.

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[themanbeforethemonster]

Mrs. Pratt was a lovely lady. Kind and benevolent. The opposite of  what Mrs. Addams was quickly proving to be. Halfrek did not know why she  accepted her invitation to tea, but  knocked on the door all the same.  Finding it unlocked, she entered the house, wandering to the parlour. On the settee sat a small boy. 

— She has another son? 

The demon thought, furrowing her  Brow just slightly. Stepping forward, a smile instinctively crossed her face. 

❝Hello, little one. My name is Cecily Addams. Who are you? ❞

William quickly jumped out of his seat and scurried behind the furniture to hid, dropping to his hands an knees as if it would help. Had his mother mentioned having a guest over today? He couldn't remember. "...Will'm" he smiled shyly at the lady, head poking out briefly from around the sofa, paying no mind to the fact he hadn't pronounced it properly like his da always complained about.