@pumpkiisms || cont. from [ X ]
✕ – Bolts of lightning STABBED through the darkened
clouds; casting their white light upon ROTTEN building
before them. SHATTERED glass and BROKEN wood
tainted its image; inducing ( f e a r ) into ANYONE that
dared to stare upon it. The idea of anyone stepping
into such a NIGHTMARISH place for fun was
CONFUSING; perhaps even BAFFLING for the little
boy. Why would anyone want to STAY ? – ✕
Yet, even this place was better than the DINER.
( ANYWHERE WAS BETTER THAN THE DINER. )
✕ – Did those thoughts quell his fears of the building
before him ? NO, he was still scared. He was always
so SCARED. Everyone made fun of him for the TERROR
that plagued his broken mind … but they couldn’t see.
They couldn’t understand that the ( N I G H T M A R E S )
followed him everywhere; NEVER granting him rest. – ✕
✕ – Wanting to keep his focus AWAY from the manor, the
child tore his eyes away; choosing to direct his SCARED
gaze upon his friend’s hand instead. Only for a moment
would he hesitate until he wrapped his FRAGILE little
fingers around the other’s. – ✕
‘ We’ll stay TOGETHER . . . and it’ll end FAST. ‘
{ ʕ´•ᴥ•`ʔ } – ❝ . . . P-p-promise you won’t ( L E A V E ) ? ❞