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{Cont!} || @lakepatrol !
There were very few surprises, if any, that could beat being greeted by Tate’s laughter and excitement. Fiddleford couldn’t help but grin as he settled in near enough to watch his son (and far enough away that he wouldn’t spook the raccoon staring up at them before Tater had gotten a chance to run after it).
“Mhm,” he hummed, still smiling, before hastily tacking on the afterthought of “don’t get bit!”
"Pa, I had a nightmare... 'bout a yellow monster..."
“Aw, Tater Tot, don’t you worry– it was just a dream. You’re safe.” Monsters don’t exist, he wanted to say, but he was confident that he could comfort his son after a bad dream without resorting to lies.
“Want to talk about it?” Putting the strangeness of a nightmare into words could help to reinforce the fact that it wasn’t and couldn’t be real. Dreams were only dreams, after all.
…so why did Fiddleford suddenly feel ill at ease?
“You said it was yellow? That’s… a funny color for a monster.” McGucket’s soothing smile faltered. He couldn’t place the source of his discomfort– it wasn’t as though he had been the one with the nightmare.
“What did it do? In your dream?”
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@lakepatrol asked: "Your shiny rocks are so cool.." ( bby Tate :,> )
❝ They’re called GEODES, and there are many different kinds, ❞ the man responded brightly.
Of all his collecting hobbies, this stood out among the rest as one of his PRIDE and JOY. He readjusted his glasses as he stood in awe of the collection before them, and a silence passed before he looked at Tate curiously. He seemed to be pondering something.
❝ ... you could take one home, if you’d like. ❞
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❝ It's called a Plaidypus. ❞ The man gave a bright smile of amazement as he peered downward, kneeled down in the grass with a plaid creature settled in his arms. As he smoothed the creature's pelt in reassurance, he looked to the boy beside him with an amused grin. ❝ Would you like to hold them? ❞
Tate spent his fair share of afternoons catching animals; trying to make friends with them. Learning about them. But he’s never seen one being held so calmly before… Mr. Pines was so cool. “Yea I do!!” Tater makes little grabby hands, insisting pretty hard on the offer. “I ain’t ever seen a critter like this before..”
“Do ya reckon it tastes like duck?”
❝ Ah - ❞ Ford’s words started, but soon came to a sheepish halt, his expression speechless at the child.
His eyes darted to the Plaidypus, whose wide eyes stared at Tate unblinkingly. The question was an oddity to Ford, but something he soon regarded with cautious humor as he refocused on Tate, then tilted his head in worried amusement.
❝ I wouldn’t recommend trying to find out. Very much plaid material... besides, wouldn’t you rather make friends with it? ❞
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Stanford ... couldn’t parse Tate’s reaction, or the weight of his words. It wasn’t an ‘ I forgive you ’, but neither was it overt rejection. The fact it was so neutral made Ford uneasy, the elder clenching firmly at their own wrist behind their back -- a gesture retained from childhood when their emotions ran high and they did not want others to SEE what made them so insecure.
“ ... you have every right to hate me, for what I’ve done to your family. But I just needed you to know that there isn’t a day that goes by I wish I hadn’t been so selfish or so arrogant. Your father is a brilliant man, and I’m so lucky to have him as a friend. ”
There existed in Stanford an almost dizzying urgency for Tate to either forgive them or despise them, which drove them to keep talking, keep PRODDING until either resolution occurred. They needed to be validated in their shame. They NEEDED to hear that the guilt they’d carried for decades was worth something, even if it was knowing that all along it was RIGHT for them to hate themselves for what they’d done to the McGuckets.
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❝ 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘦 𝘉𝘖𝘛𝘏𝘌𝘙𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢 𝘔𝘌𝘚𝘚 𝘖𝘍 𝘛𝘏𝘐𝘕𝘎𝘚... 𝘉𝘜𝘛 𝘛𝘏𝘐𝘕𝘎𝘚 𝘋𝘖𝘕'𝘛 𝘈𝘓𝘞𝘈𝘠𝘚 𝘎𝘖 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘞𝘈𝘠 𝘞𝘌 𝘗𝘓𝘈𝘕, 𝘋𝘖 𝘛𝘏𝘌𝘠, 𝘒𝘐𝘋? 𝘛𝘖𝘖 𝘉𝘈𝘋 𝘍𝘖𝘙 𝘠𝘖𝘜 𝘐'𝘔 𝘈 𝘎𝘖𝘖𝘋 𝘐𝘔𝘗𝘙𝘖𝘝𝘐𝘚𝘌𝘙. ❞
Fear the beast with just one eye.
“My Pa?” He hasn’t seen anything of the likes’a this.. or a place this weird. Unless you counted his dreams. If that’s what this was. Perhaps it was more of a nightmare waiting to happen. “…You know my Pa?” Granted he wasn’t exactly referring to his father with good will...
“I dunno if I should talk to you.”
❝ 𝙊𝙃, 𝙃𝙊-𝙃𝙊. ❞
❝ WELL, ISN’T THAT CUTE. YOU THINK YOU GET THE CHOICE, ❞ the demon remarked, looming over the child. The triangular silhouette was tall in stature, a skyscraper casting a freezing shadow that went for MILES as his singular, glowing eye focused entirely on the boy. ❝ SORRY TO BURST YOUR BUBBLE, BUT THE LAWS OF THE MINDSCAPE ARE MINE, KID. YOU COME AND GO WHEN I SAY SO. ❞
❝ I KNOW YOUR PA, ALL RIGHT. ❞ Oh, he knew PLENTY... Stanford was always asleep at the wheel, but his ‘conversations’ with Specs made it WORTH IT. It’d been fun to begin with, hilarious even - but now he was getting on the demon’s 𝙣 𝙚 𝙧 𝙫 𝙚 𝙨 ... and interfering with things he shouldn’t. ❝ YOU MIGHT EVEN CALL ME A PAL OF HIS. UNFORTUNATELY, HE’S BEEN RATHER LACKING IN THE FRIENDSHIP DEPARTMENT, AND TICKING OFF THE WRONG KINDA PEOPLE.
❝ BUT FORTUNATELY... ❝ I KNOW JUST 𝙃𝙊𝙒 𝙏𝙊 𝙁𝙄𝙓 𝙄𝙏. ❞
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