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[byersxbrother]

Zero watched Jonathan, his eyebrows furrowed together as he watched his reaction. He looks down at his scarred hands and then kneads them togeher softly. "... it's okay..." he speaks slowly, carefully. "Being... scared."

Jonathan looked up at the boys words, gentle eyes watching the other. “I… I’m not…” He began to deny. But Zero didn’t seem like the one to believe him. It was strange, one the few times Jonathan was the one on the receiving end, for it to come from a young child. His eyes glanced away, off to the distance. “… I don’t want to be.”

[byersxbrother]

"Are you scared?"

“Scared?” Jonathan questioned, looking back to the boy. In many ways, yes he was. Scared for his brother and where he might be, his mom and her mental health, his dad and whatever jerky move he might try yet. But Jonathan wasn’t going to admit to any of these things. It was his duty to stay strong, confident, keep the household going for his mom. And Zero here, still new to this world outside of the lab, he wouldn’t understand most of it, even if Jonathan attempted to explain. He shook his head slowly, hesitant. “No… I-I’m… no.”

[hedrifted]

voiidboy replied to your post: aesthetic: newt’s voice getting all high-pitched...

do u think it cracks when he shouts at Matt too

that’s not even a question jaimee u know the answer

[lecterofthelambs-blog]

voiidboy replied to your photo:HANNIBAL LECTER .                          my big...

u left out “dad 2 an adorable boy named zero”

UR RIGHT gotta add has a smol son that he loves very much. is an A+ dad

[lecterofthelambs-blog]

        🔪 @voiidboy​

        His shoes echoed down the hall. Besides his steps, there were little other sou-   nds though just the day before, quite the opposite. Shouts, crying, hiccuping from   a little boy and the sound of pulsing shocks made themselves heard. HANNIBAL !   HANNIBAL ! HANNIBAL !

        anniba ! anniba ! anniba !

        Hannibal stepped into the marble and steel room. The floor was white, the wa-   lls, the bed, the ceiling, all white with few other things to look at but for the boy w-   ho stood there.

        “ Good morning, Zero. ” 

[notstpd-a-blog]

Zero holds out the plastic dinosaur he held in his hand, nudging it toward Eleven's hand. "Yellow?'

A slow nod of her head, the slightest of smiles forming as she holds her hand out; palm upwards. “Yellow.” she agreed, knowing how he liked to reference feelings with colours.

[hawkinsninth-a]

experimcnt replied to your post:@voiidboy @fiirehazard @0000000000011 @experimcnt...

I was totally talking about that last night and how confusing it would be.

But once someone explained what was happening! Just this horde of super-children running around! Demanding candy from strangers!

voiidboy replied to your post:@voiidboy @fiirehazard @0000000000011 @experimcnt...

NO GO AWAY IT’LL HURT TO THINK ABOUT

BUT THEY COULD HAVE SO MUCH FUN ONCE THEY GOT PAST THE TERROR AND CONFUSION