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@pseudcbliss
don’t think she doesn’t spot your bullshit from a mile away, max. luckily, she’s happy to match it with a heavy helping of being a little shit. “ heyyyyy maxie ! wow, this is like, such a coincidence -- you’re just the boy i wanted to talk to. and like -- here you are ! “
get ready for a world of hurt, loser.
🔪 #rip
send 🔪 to find my muse drenched in blood after they killed someone
He always did his best to keep his… side job as far away from the camp as possible. Blood? Dead bodies? Those weren’t anything the kids needed to see. Summer camp was about learning to do new things and having fun with your friends! The last thing he wanted was to put any of the kids through something as traumatic as seeing a dead body. He wouldn’t let the kids have the same experience that he had had as a Camp Campbell camper.
But sometimes he couldn’t help it. Sometimes someone... HORRIBLE came close to him and he just lost it. And no one was more horrible than Cameron Campbell.
He’d put up with him over the years- idolized him, even, but after the events of Parent’s day, even David, the medical textbook definition of someone who coped through profuse denial, realised how awful he was. He didn’t care about him. He’d never cared about him and David was an IDIOT to think that he ever had. How had he let himself live in such blatant denial for so long? But that didn’t matter now. He’d been taken care of and he’d never hurt David or any of the campers ever again. Dead men didn’t really get around all that much.
What did matter, though, was cleaning himself up. He couldn’t let any of the campers see him like this. In David’s panic, things had gotten an awful lot messier than they usually had. Normally he’d retrieve his knife from the corpse- clean it up and put it out of sight, but for once, he just left it there, sticking from the man’s chest as if he were some sort of dinner platter, if only out of spite for what he’d put him through over the years. It would be a pretty stupid move if Cameron wasn’t a wanted international criminal, but even with the obvious murder scene, he was sure he could play it off as self defense. Heck, it had been self defense for once.
A shaky breath was taken once it was all over. He’d make a call to the police once he got back to camp. They’d take care of it in the morning. All he had to do was keep the kids out of the woods until then. Not a problem. Not a-
His breath hitched in his throat as he heard movement, tired eyes widening in shock as he instantly recognized the boy’s figure, even in the dark of the night.
“M-Max! What are you doing out here? You should be asleep!” Words that would have normally been said in a scolding tone were said with obvious panic as he attempted to step forward in a way that would shield the body from the child’s sight, despite being drenched in the man’s blood.
“Even though that’s dripping with sarcasm, and is definitely not genuine, I’ll take it.”
“ Sorry, kiddo. Best I could do. “ It isn’t, but she wasn’t a major in dramatics and theatrics. She meant well, but she was too sleep deprived and used to the camp that she just shrugs anything she hears off.
woetothemax said: Every person who has issues with trans headcanons being a thing, especially when they come from trans people who just want more representation, can eat my entire ass.
pseudcbliss said: imma fight all the bitches
literally same
