#redacted mailbox

[redacted-mailbox]

[there was an old office in his house. It had just shown up one day. He had never looked in it, and today he decided to. It was a lot of folders filled with empty papers, useless info, and stuff blocked over in purple, but one thing stood out. A folder labeled “birth certificate” was it his? He couldn’t quite tell… the name was blocked with purple.]

[twhnn]

Goose,

Please disregard any events that happened within the past forty eight hours, that’s not something you, or anyone else, was supposed to see. I wish you luck with your memory, and if you would like more tea, I have a recipe that helps me a lot with memory management.

Regards, moose.

@redacted-mailbox

moose,

you are absolutely not getting out of this that easily. regardless of what anyone was 'supposed' to see, i saw, and you cannot escape me. from what i remember, you seemed very happy to have someone draw and cuddle with you, and i'm not letting a little run around alone anymore. that's just plain irresponsible. i know i'm an irresponsible person- but i'm also your sibling and i don't want to see you- big or little- getting hurt. we need to talk about what happened. i'm coming over for tea. thanks.

redargs or whatever, goose.

[grians-mailbox]

[a knock on the door, somewhat frantic.]

@redacted-mailbox

since when did everyone suddenly become to polite-

[ he pauses when he opens the door, dark eyes blinking slowly before it hits him. ]

YOU. i saw that bird of yours!

[redacted-mailbox]

[possible body horror below the cut? I’m not sure but better safe than sorry]

[it was a fairly normal day, Red was outside doing what he did, crayons strewn about, dishes needing done, normal day, normal house.]

[Except for Redacted. He had searing pain in his back and ears, stuck in bed, crying for literally anyone as it felt like his back was splitting open, ears moving in ways they shouldn’t. He didn’t know what was happening but wished it wasn’t.]

[redacted-mailbox]

Idiot me's jus' a bit incapacitated at th' moment, but I heard that you's got a bit o' trouble with some wings or summat and I thought you might need a bit o' comfort.

[Bellamy smiles cheerfully and hefts the worn, straw-woven basket she's holding, a match to the frayed hat sitting lopsided on his sun-bleached hair.]

I's got enough stuff for a picnic, if you'd like! A'course we could always just stay home, if you'd like it better. I know you ain't gonna be quite comfortable with me yet, n'that's alright too.

@airen-bellamy

Who are you exactly? And- wait, how do you know about my apparent wings?

[he was scratching at his back more, absentmindedly. He seemed nice, and the mourning doves were out, so being outdoors sounded amazing. He still didn’t have any clue who this guy was though.]

[redacted-mailbox]

ummm Ayo kid? You like babies??? You got a baby sibling now because Fwhip committed child abandonment 😔👍 <he just thumbed up and did some finger guns before randomly showing the goblin baby they had been forcibly given to him for ‘adoption’(abandonment but like-) and showed it proudly> new baby! Aren’t they cute?

@orionsound-mailbox

Don’t leave it with me, I will forget not to leave it alone.

[redacted-mailbox]

greetings? Sup? Why is there another child in the void? Ayo goose ya know anything bout this? ( @twhnns-mailbox)

@orionsound-mailbox

Hello. …I don’t think I’m a child. I don’t remember for sure, and sometimes I feel oddly small, this corner of nowhere surprisingly large, so I might be, but I don’t think I am.

[twhnn]

{Twhnn looked over to make sure redacted wasn't doing anything too dangerous, idly fiddling with the rubix's cube while they go.}

whatcha doin'?

{continuation of this post / @redacted-mailbox}