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bakerstreet2016-03-17 08:56 am
reversesock) wrote in bakerstreet2016-03-17 08:56 am
Bound to the very core
 Somehow, some way, you're being haunted by, bound to, or become the master of a supernatural being of some sort: a ghost, a demon, a monster, an entity, or anything in between. Maybe you signed a contract or accidentally summoned them, maybe you're being haunted, maybe it's no fault of your own - they're a parasite and you're a meal, you're a key to power, you both have the same goals, or you indadvertedly showed them kindness. Whatever the case, you either have a menace that hates you or a servant that's "loyal." They're attached to you, for worse or for better, or, to their chagrin, they're dependent on you after a fashion. Still, it's all about to get more terrible than ever before. It's even possible that they developed feelings for you, in their own twisted way, but that's a complicated matter. If they didn't start out with any amorous intentions, though, that soon will change. They've begun to feel attracted to you, and that could be worse still than them being a malevolent force. Sure, they could show you affection, give you romance, obey if need by, stay by your side forever...yet they could also eat you or drive away all other friends and family. And what of you? Will you ever return their "love," if you could ever call it that, will you see past all that evil, or will you rightfully want nothing to do with this tangled web? Of course, that's easier said than done when you've become dependent on them for, say, protection from even more vile creatures or the power they've given you. You'll soon learn, however, that if there's one thing worse than hate and disdain from a supernatural being, it's love.
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She must be exhausted. After all, most of her energy went into him, and into bringing him here. The least he can do is take care of her.
The last time he'd carried a teenager, it had been Carlton, and Dave had thrown him over his shoulder. He takes a little more care with Charlie. Dave doesn't know the house's layout, but he eventually manages to find a bedroom, and he places Charlie in the bed, clumsily pulling blankets over her.
He looks around the room. The robotic toys and tiny rocking chair from her childhood room (that he'd seen only a couple of times before, when Henry had wanted him to see the first things he'd made) were replaced by things more age appropriate. The room was certainly more peaceful than the basement - it hadn't been touched by the carnage he'd created in protecting her earlier that morning.
On her desk, there was a journal, creased open to a certain page. Dave glanced over it in interest, expecting it to belong to Charlie. ]
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...that said, this isn't Charlie's room. There's books everywhere, including the aforementioned journal. Several pages have been torn out or rendered illegible. The illegible pages have tear stains on them, and were it not for the crease, Dave would probably never find the actual entries...
There is a note in a different hand scrawled after the PS:
"The chances of the little one finding the will to set off the locks was very high even without the curse. Mab's curse changed it to an inevitability, though, and it is evil to use magic for such a thing. This Pytha approves not at all of your actions, but she approves even less of Mab's. Any witch with half a conscience would feel the same, and that is why you are allowed to know the truth.
It is a familiar guardian's duty to ensure the safety of their witch until they can protect themselves. If you are at all as competent as you believe yourself to be, then you would do well to see your duty through. Incidentally, those in these situations either learn to endure each other's company or die quickly. Compromise, perhaps, is the path of least resistance.
Pytha"]
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And then he reads on. He can't tell Charlie any of what he's read? Hmm. He'd already told her they were connected - he hadn't needed a book for that. And why would he want to kill her? At this moment, he doesn't see any desire to do that. (He doesn't have the foresight to realize this may really piss him off later.)
It's Pytha's comment that is the most interesting. "Until they can protect themselves." Jen had mentioned if the summoning stopped, he would be back to where he'd come from - back to the dark, alone with his own thoughts, slowly losing more and more of himself.
He can't let that happen.
Not killing Charlie - he can do that. For her, and for himself, too. Protecting her, even... that comes with the territory.
But if he allows her to get strong enough that she can protect herself, he already knows she'll get rid of him as soon as she can. And he can't allow that. He doesn't intend on going anywhere.
Nobody ensured he'd have to foster her development.
He eases the book shut, then turns to look at Charlie, sound asleep. She could be out for hours. The least he can do is keep watch. ]
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Hopefully Charlie can manage on her own.
Well, when she wakes up, anyway. For now, she's still out cold and...curled up, since she is a cuddle bug and being curled up is close enough.
She's gonna be there for a while, Dave. You might want to go do other things like exploring the rest of the house and not being a creep for once.
...that second part is probably impossible. He should probably dispose of the bodies, though. Leaving them to stink up the basement is just bad form, he should know that from being a serial killer!]
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...Still, he wanders the house a bit while Charlie is sleeping (at some point he realizes the bedroom he'd found wasn't Charlie's, and feels a little foolish for not having known immediately). When he gets back down to the basement, and the corpses are still there... He pauses for a moment.
Oops.
If there's a magical way to clean this up, he isn't sure what it is. Charlie is the one who can use magic, any ability he has seems to be limited to protecting her. One by one, he begins dragging the creatures outside...
The house is secluded, not unlike the one Henry had lived in. There were thick woods just on the edge of the yard, and Dave begins taking the creatures there.
It's hard work, but it gives him time to think about his next moves. Will Charlie want to stay here, or will they run? There's shelter paid for here (he assumes), but...
Either way, for now, doing his best to get along with her is important. She isn't so stupid that she'll banish him, not when she needs him, but he doesn't want any undue unpleasantness, either.
(It's due, Dave. It's so due.)
By the time he's finished, hours have passed, and the sun has long-since risen. If Dave wasn't a piece of garbage, he probably would have at least tried to make breakfast or something. Instead, when Charlie wakes up, she'll find him standing at her bedside, leaning over her. ]
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Especially since Charlie, being of relatively sound mind, does not react well to waking up to a murderer wearing a bloodstained nightmare rabbit costume. She blinks uncertainly for a moment, because this is way too surreal and maybe she's still asleep and having a nightmare? ... Nope.
So like anyone confronted with this, she yelps in alarm and tries to back away. This results in her half-falling, half-rolling off the borrowed bed, and quickly searching for the door.]
...That - that was real. That happened.
[She isn't exactly addressing him with this, though. She looks like she's scanning a book or something for a few seconds - trying to think this mess through. This is reality, much as she would love to deny it. Aunt Jen is off in order to prevent anything too strong from coming after her, the last gesture of affection she could show. There will probably be phone calls later, but she's on her own now.
Except she's not actually alone. There's no denying the monster in the room, and after gulping nervously, she looks up at him, trying not to display any fear. ... Easier said than done, though, especially when she has no idea what to do now. Is there any way to get through to this guy? She doesn't know how to de-summon him or whatever yet, either.
And she can't meet his gaze, for some reason. She tries to distract herself from that by idly rubbing at the scar from Foxy with one finger, a nervous tic she picked up after the wound had healed up. It was proof that everything had happened, though, proof that it was all real.
Proof that she had no idea what to do now.
There's a sigh, and she decides to stall for time a bit.] Right. Uh...Can we discuss this in the living room and not in Aunt Jen's room?
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It really is too bad they couldn't both be a part of his family... but Henry couldn't stomach the idea.
He nods at the mention of the living room, gesturing with a sweep of his arms towards the bedroom door to usher Charlie out into the hall. ] Lead the way. [ It's easier to be accommodating and graceful in this costume... and now that Dave is in it full-time, without any choice, that persona he crafted in his head of what he was like hiding inside of it is easy to slip back into. ]
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She manages a jerky nod, annoyed and reluctant (don't stand behind me), and starts off, unconsciously trying to put as much distance between them as possible. She isn't running, but she is walking quickly. Thankfully, the house has a simple layout, and is sparse aside from flower pots and windowsill gardens. Jen's hobby, she'd explained once. Charlie would have to look after them until she was able to come back. There are small wind chimes, good luck and protective charms - at least, it'd make sense if they were, Charlie decides, because why else is there stylized art of a single blue eye everywhere? Some of them are even centered on the palms of equally stylized hands, so that's gotta mean something...
It was really too bad none of it had kept this dirtbag out.
At any rate, it looks like Aunt Jen left a note on a board stuck to a wall. It's been used for that purpose before, one can tell, so Charlie reads it quickly ... And heads for what is presumably the kitchen. The note in question is a simple Post-It reading, "Happy 18th, kiddo! Sorry I can't be there with you, but I left pancakes for you in the fridge. <3, Aunt Jen"]
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He stops, reading over the note. It's her birthday? ... That makes sense, really, given what he'd read and she'd been able to explain before passing out earlier. Following her into the kitchen, Dave stands at the table, not taking a seat, just watching her. ]
You said you wanted to "discuss". [ He has plenty to say, really - or at least, plenty on his mind - but it's better to prompt her to start. ]
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That said, she does take a seat at the small table - Jen's seat, not her own. The two might be identical, but she knows the difference from all the years sitting there, and she will be damned if he somehow damages something else belonging to her family. It's irrational, she knows that, but she lets herself have that irrational urge for once. He's done so much harm to her family, so much that only a saint could forgive him for, and she's not that kind...
But they're both stuck with this. After a moment of thinking, she starts talking, looking at the table, at her own folded hands, instead of at him. She can't bring herself to meet that unsettling, dead gaze just yet.]
... Well, yeah. This is a messed up situation, and I don't know how to fix it yet, so we're both going to have to deal with it until then.
[Much as she would like to just kick him out immediately...]
Look. If you don't start any trouble, I won't either. You leave me be, a-and I'll leave you be too.
[After another moment she does look up and tries to keep eye contact, tries to seem more in control of things than she really is. It's a bluff, but hopefully it will hold. Hopefully he's just as interested in getting him back to Freddy's as she is.]
Does that work?