𝖯𝖾𝗇𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝖪𝖺𝗂.
"I trust you," he murmurs. "Please... save us."
“Cas, you said your name was? Please — just stay here. I’ll bring Richard back. Hopefully save this town for good, too. Tom — please. Make sure he stays.”
Cas looks into Tom's eyes and finally loses what's left of his composure. He sinks against the nearby wall, absolutely exhausted, tears spilling down his flushed face.
"I just wanted to protect him," he murmurs weakly. "John did too... John's dead and it's... it's my fault, I..."
"I trust you," he murmurs. "Please... save us."
Cas looks into Tom's eyes and finally loses what's left of his composure. He sinks against the nearby wall, absolutely exhausted, tears spilling down his flushed face.
"I just wanted to protect him," he murmurs weakly. "John did too... John's dead and it's... it's my fault, I..."
Webby spins and spins, grateful for once that her brothers are focused elsewhere.
Cas looks into Tom's eyes and finally loses what's left of his composure. He sinks against the nearby wall, absolutely exhausted, tears spilling down his flushed face.
"I just wanted to protect him," he murmurs weakly. "John did too... John's dead and it's... it's my fault, I..."
He clears his throat loudly.
“You could always uh… wear a pillow?”
Cas sits up, stifling a yawn.
"Can't believe I got so drunk last night that I passed out in your bed. I should probably find my shirt at some point..."
Cas exhales softly, resisting the desire to simply collapse.
"His mind is breaking due to the torture they've inflicted »
He turns and gallops away. Holloway breathes a short sigh of relief, and then turns to Cas. Her gaze darkens.
“Webby told me you would come,” she says simply. “But not why. What do you need?”
Cas exhales softly, resisting the desire to simply collapse.
"His mind is breaking due to the torture they've inflicted »
Cas sits up, stifling a yawn.
"Can't believe I got so drunk last night that I passed out in your bed. I should probably find my shirt at some point..."
“Come oooon! You said you’d be chill!”
Cas sits up, stifling a yawn.
"Can't believe I got so drunk last night that I passed out in your bed. I should probably find my shirt at some point..."
Cassiel isn't sure why, but the utterance of that name just breaks him. He runs behind Tom, staring at Nibbly in terror.
He's only eighteen, still in high school, and already facing horrors that most people couldn't even fathom.
"Thank you," he whispers. "It's... always hungry. It's »
“Becky, get Holloway, quick,” he says, and the woman rushes into another tent.
“YUMMMY!” screams Nibbly.
“Kid, get behind me,” Tom says, pulling out his gun. “We gotta stop it somehow!”
"Excuse me? Who's in charge here? I... need to speak to someone with... power," he states, as cryptically as possible, as he's approached by two adults, one man, one woman.
Cassiel isn't sure why, but the utterance of that name just breaks him. He runs behind Tom, staring at Nibbly in terror.
He's only eighteen, still in high school, and already facing horrors that most people couldn't even fathom.
"Thank you," he whispers. "It's... always hungry. It's »
He squeaks as he tumbles over something in his path, stumbling desperately to stay upright.
"A... wallet? Did someone get mugged here, or?"
No, it's not just a randomly dropped wallet. There's more to the »
He squeaks as he tumbles over something in his path, stumbling desperately to stay upright.
"A... wallet? Did someone get mugged here, or?"
No, it's not just a randomly dropped wallet. There's more to the »
While his plan was to lure Nibbly away from Richie, he does now have to contend with the fact that if he gets caught, he's likely going to get eaten.
"That's it, come on!"
He sprints through the woodland, hastily scanning his surroundings for any kind of coven-like area.
“Cas, I still don’t understand! Why am I getting new memories?! Who are the Lords in Black?! WHATS GOING ON?!”
Nibbly chases after Cas, transforming into his monstrous form.
“HUNGRY…!”
While his plan was to lure Nibbly away from Richie, he does now have to contend with the fact that if he gets caught, he's likely going to get eaten.
"That's it, come on!"
He sprints through the woodland, hastily scanning his surroundings for any kind of coven-like area.
Richie asks softly. He puts a hand to his head again, and this time his hand comes away red.
“I… urghhhh….”
“You must hurry,” whispers Webby. “You must find the witch! Go now!”
BANG! A door flies open and our pops Nibbly.
“OOOOH! I thought I smelled BLOOD!”
"Richie..."
Yet he returns, offering open arms for an embrace that's always ready to accept.
"Richie..."
Yet he returns, offering open arms for an embrace that's always ready to accept.
Richie tries to follow, but another splitting head pain accosts him. He staggers again, reaching out for Cas.
“Cassiel!”
Shaking his head, Cas suddenly races ahead of Richie, his heart thumping painfully.
"I need to find the witch, just... just stay... stay safe..."
"Richie..."
Yet he returns, offering open arms for an embrace that's always ready to accept.
Shaking his head, Cas suddenly races ahead of Richie, his heart thumping painfully.
"I need to find the witch, just... just stay... stay safe..."
Webby removed the chip, after all.
“And — and you don’t care that everyone in Hatchetfield is MISSING?!”
Shaking his head, Cas suddenly races ahead of Richie, his heart thumping painfully.
"I need to find the witch, just... just stay... stay safe..."
The words stop him in his tracks.
He's used them himself in the past, and they don't come with positive connotations.
"I was just trying to keep you safe... You've been through so much that you don't even know about and I wanted to protect you..."
Richie pulls away from Cas quickly, shaking his head.
“Stop, please! I — I’m not some — some fragile thing!”
He darts to support the teen, holding him protectively, a look of panic in his eyes.
"What's wrong? Is your head hurting? I can absolutely carry you, but we've gotta go NOW."
The words stop him in his tracks.
He's used them himself in the past, and they don't come with positive connotations.
"I was just trying to keep you safe... You've been through so much that you don't even know about and I wanted to protect you..."
He darts to support the teen, holding him protectively, a look of panic in his eyes.
"What's wrong? Is your head hurting? I can absolutely carry you, but we've gotta go NOW."
“I… I don’t like this. Argh…”
He staggers suddenly, putting a hand to his head.
“Ow….”
He darts to support the teen, holding him protectively, a look of panic in his eyes.
"What's wrong? Is your head hurting? I can absolutely carry you, but we've gotta go NOW."
I really look thirteen?
Heh, I might use that to my advantage.
I'm eighteen.
...nearly nineteen.
You always start conversations with questions?
I really look thirteen?
Heh, I might use that to my advantage.
Richie asks softly, allowing himself to be guided by Cas, but glances around at the eerily empty streets that surround them. His eyes still glow green, but he doesn’t seem to notice.
“Can’t we just call an uber or something?”
"We can cut through Pinebrook, it should be safer than taking the main streets."
I'm eighteen.
...nearly nineteen.
You always start conversations with questions?
I'm eighteen.
...nearly nineteen.
You always start conversations with questions?