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[thiswillnotdo]

2022_01_12

[thiswillnotdo]

2022_01_11

[thiswillnotdo]

2022_01_12

[thiswillnotdo]

2022_01_10

[thiswillnotdo]

2022_01_12

[thiswillnotdo]

2022_01_12

[thiswillnotdo]

2022_01_10

[matriside]

No matter how many times he did it, Wally loathed having to nab unsuspecting kids for his mother. He never liked having to hurt someone, let alone scaring them, but he knew he had to do whatever his mom said to or else she'd hurt him, instead. Rory seemed to pick up on the fact that her son despised being The Grabber and everything that came with it, so every time, she promised that if the boy behaved, they wouldn't have to do anything again.

And every time, he believed it.

This time, though, Rory had him nab a young footballer that had just moved to the area. The kid was quiet, one to fade into the background relatively easily on, but he was gifted on the field. He was special, not just as an athlete, and Wally had grown attached almost immediately.

He felt a tsunami of shame each and every time he looked at the kids, but nothing drowned him as much as looking at Roy. He wanted to protect him from all that was bad in the world.

And, in some ways, he could. Just as long as @everyfuckinwhere listened to his mom, everything would be okay. But then, he couldn't do much to warn Roy about not falling for her games.

Still, he cared about him, more than he had the others, so he tried to make the best out of the situation.

"I brought ye a fizzy drink and some fish 'n chips. Mum hasn't been upset with you at all, and I know ye haven't been eatin' the greatest, so I figured I'd get ye something good." There was a smile on his lips as he looked from the tray to Roy, though it faded the moment he saw the lad. He licked his lips nervously and returned his gaze to the food. "It was a lot easier to convince her this time."