#forrest threads tbt.

[ghosight]

“ what makes you happy? “  -  @stonesrot

there’s a soft “oh” at the question. forrest generally tries to avoid making the topic of conversation himself, because there’s something so embarrassing about that. it’s something he’s been trying to work on, as he knows it’s a bad habit, but he still hasn’t gotten used to people having an actual interest in him. college had originally offered some sort of a change, and yet, he still found himself lost in the crowd of people who were always a million times more interesting, or better at speaking.

and so it takes a few seconds. one to think of something to say, another to think about how stupid that is, and one more to come up with something better. “well, a lot of things, i guess.” he finally decides, but that doesn’t end up sounding like what he wants it to, either. “i... really like trees.” and that sounds stupid too, because he’s sure blake was expecting a smarter answer, or something more interesting, but all forrest can think about is trees, and adore the way that they all try to reach for that sun.

“sorry, that wasn’t a very good answer.” he says it with a bit of an awkward laugh, an attempt to maybe act like what he had said was a joke, or something. “what about you?”

[ghosight]

“Can you please leave me alone?”

The words are barely above a whisper, spoken to what seems like no one. Despite the fact that there were plenty of other people around, Forrest wasn’t speaking to any of them. Instead, he was speaking to someone who couldn’t be seen by anyone else. As soon as ghosts figured out that he could see him, they loved to cling to him. Sometimes it wasn’t that bad, but other times, it made him sick with anxiety.

This time was like that, but he couldn’t outwardly react too much. He didn’t want to draw attention to himself. Why couldn’t they had just waited until he had gotten home?

starter for @theseancekid

[ghosight]

It was lunch time, and for many, that meant heading straight to the cafeteria. For Forrest though, he simply need to stop at his locker, grab his lunch, and head towards the field. His mother always loved to give him ideas for making new friends, but he had already decided that it might just easier to avoid everyone here, and wait until college. While he tried to act normal, there was a strange energy that came with him, or so he figured. There had to be a reason that most wanted nothing to do with him.

So he headed out towards the bleachers, which he could hide beneath, and work on an art project he’d had in mind for a little bit. Gentle footsteps stop suddenly, when he notices that someone else is sitting in the spot that is usually his. He recognizes Heather almost instantly, but one thing that’s new are the tears. She’s sitting under the bleachers, looking smaller than he could have ever imagined.

He knows that staring is rude, but he does it for a second, only so that he can make a decision. “Do uhm, do you want a baby carrot?” It feels so out of place, and his voice is only just loud enough to be heard. He hasn’t gotten his lunch out yet, but he knows he packed some this morning. 

@nostatistic - plotted

[ghosight]

“ hey bud. you alone? ”  -  @betelguide

Forrest was alone, but that wasn’t something that he wanted to say out loud. There was anxiety rising in his chest, which was nothing too unusual, but he didn’t get a good vibe from the other person. It was not a good thing to go off of, but it’s the only thing he has right now. The other is a stranger, and he feels sick to his stomach. It doesn’t make him feel very great.

“I uhm, what uhm, what does it matter?” He doesn’t have a good answer, but he doesn’t want to say that he’s alone, even if it’s entirely obvious. “Who are you?” He feels rude, acting the way that he is, but his anxiety isn’t allowing him to act as he normally might.

[ghosight]

It had been quite the afternoon. Forrest was used to seeing ghosts, but he wasn’t quite used to helping someone fight one. Or something along those lines? He’d seen strange things going on with Danny before, but this was a first, and hopefully a last. Forrest was not much of a fighter, and was really just glad that everyone seemed to be okay. 

Still, he has to ask. “Are uh, are you okay?” There are plenty of other questions that Forrest has, obviously, he was still only somewhat aware of what had been going on, but making sure that Danny hadn’t gotten hurt was more important than that. 

@ectoterrestrials - plotted.

[ghosight]

It was entirely normal for Forrest to spend plenty of time in the woods not too far from his house. He found it easier to focus here, especially on days when he could really be by himself. There was a certain peace that came with it, and he was always the most inspired when he was out here. He’s in the middle of working, sketchbook in his lap, when he starts to hear a strange noise.

At first, he ignores it. It’s making him anxious, because while the sounds aren’t loud, or particularly scary, he can’t exactly figure out what they are. He just knows that they aren’t natural, and that’s what scares him. Eventually, he gets up, and heads to investigate, footsteps gentle, ready to run at any sign of trouble.

Eventually, he comes across what was making noise. He stands and stares for a second, because he almost doesn’t realize what he’s looking at. A person pulling themselves out of the ground, a mess of dirt surrounding them. “...Do you need help?” Maybe not the best idea, but if Forrest were in this situation, he’d want help.

@quacksalvxr - plotted.

[ghosight]

“that’s not poison ivy.” 

he says it gently, not trying to do so to prove eddie wrong or anything, but he can sense the genuine anxiety that’s coming from the other at even the thought of the plant. forrest really didn’t try to bring up his plant knowledge most of the time, because it just seemed like a weird kind of thing to know about. still, now feels it like might come in handy.

“the uh, the leaves are too narrow. poison ivy leaves are bigger. and there’s always three of them. those are uh, well, i’m not really sure what it is, but it’s not poison ivy. so uh, it’s probably fine.” a pause. “well, i mean. i can’t say for sure, but uhm. yeah. it’s just uh, something else.”

@kasprzaks

[ghosight]

there’s a soft breeze that moves trees, blows grass, and messes slightly with forrest’s curls. still, at the moment, he doesn’t quite seem to notice. or, if he does, he doesn’t react. he’s currently laying underneath one of the many trees, eyes closed, and a book on his stomach. he had come out here to read, but had eventually given up, and tried sleeping. he wasn’t full asleep yet, stuck somewhere between being half asleep and half awake. if such a thing was possible. 

it’s not the wind that breaks him up, or any of the creatures that might be moving around in the grass or the trees. no, it’s a sudden feeling that he gets, that causes eyes to open, hands going to rub at them a little bit. it’s then that he spots another person. living? dead? he’s not quite sure. it’s not always immediately apparently.

open.