@sorevivals liked this post for a BABY EVAN STARTER !! for ollie.
It's been 20 long minutes since Mike locked him in his room. Evan knows this because he is very good at counting, and the little clock on his bedside table had read 12:32 when he first looked at it. He'd given up banging on the door a while ago, and now resides on the floor by the doorway.
Evan is laying on his side with the evidence of his tears making a mess of his face. The actual weeping has died down by this point, save for the occasional whimpering and sniffling - he can't help it, even though he's trying really hard to stop. He sticks his fingers through the crack in the door as he peers through it, wiggling them as if they could act as a distress signal to any passers by.
Once he finally hears the sound of footsteps coming down the hall, he shoves his hand further into the crack and flaps his fingers about. With a wobbly voice, he speaks up, hoping whoever is out there will take pity on him.
"Could you please let me out now?"








