us. Just— just think about something nice, alright? Like your cats! Or, I don’t know, Steph. Your skateboard. Something. Whatever keeps you upright long enough for us to limp our way out of here.” (2/2)
“…It’s fine, Bria. Quit apologizing.”
[For a sport-allergic dorkus, he held her up with relative ease.
Well, as much ease as anyone could manage while preparing to skulk through the back alleys of ripoff Disneyland hell.]
“Listen, I’ll do enough worrying for the both of (1/2)
{Bria took his hand, attempting to pull herself up until a shot of pain rushed through her, pulling her right back down.}
“Ow.. shit- I-I’m sorry..”
{She wiped tears away and tried again, using Pete’s shoulders. With shaky legs, she got up and leaned against Pete.}-
// As someone who’s portrayal is “bad” i genuinely couldn’t care less what ppl think. If u don’t like how someone plays their character, fuck off somewhere else. This is just roleplay and having fun.
get you out of here, alright? Not, uh, not sure this should’ve been left up to me, but here we are! Alive! For now!”
[Clearly wishing he could turn back time and un-say all of that, he offered her his arm.]
“Come on, I-I’ll hold you up. Seriously. We have got to get going.”
[Relief rushed through him, though not without a stab of guilt about the state he’d found her in. If he’d asked sooner, or been quicker…]
“Yeah. Yeah, it’s me. Pete. Listen, um, Bri, we have to go. Now. We are running real short on time.”
[Bri? Okay, dude.]
“I’m gonna (1/2)
{Bria painfully jolted up with a gasp, backing further into the corner before processing who was actually speaking to her}
“P-Pete.?”
{Bria asked softly. She looked terrible. She had darker eyebags than before, slightly sunken cheeks, and a purple stain dripping all down the-
[Peter stopped breathing.
Thoughts flashed through his head like strikes of lightning. Loud, distant, and useless. The remaining air leaving his lungs in a shaky wheeze, Pete nearly dropped the keys as he rushed to Bria’s side.]
“Oh god. Oh my god. I don’t— please don’t— (1/2)
“Of course I’m sure..”
{mitzi took a deep breath, reaching for her keys and unlocking the door. She grabbed the handle but turned to Pete before opening it.}
“Be careful with her. She’s frail and scared.”
{The description sounded nothing like the Bria anyone knew. Mitzi-
[Peter had never liked the feeling of being seen. And, somehow, it was stronger than ever as he trailed behind the strange person. He kept his head low and his hands in his pockets, ignoring the staring of the sparse passersby.]
[Approaching the door, he could feel his (1/2)
{Her smile doesn’t falter, but her eyes don’t seem to agree with her happy demeanor. There’s never a frown in Watcherworld.}
“Of course, Petey! Follow me!”
{She starts down the amusement park, eventually leading him to a room further in park, looking around cautiously.}
[A welcome, if unsettling, sight. Pete forced an awkward smile, speaking through his teeth.]
“It’s me, Mitzi. Quit the bullshit.”
[If his trembling hands and tired eyes were any indicator, he wasn’t the park’s usual clientele. He could only hope she hadn’t changed her mind.]
{Mitzi stood by the entrance as she said she would, wearing her Watcherworld uniform with her two little antennae pointing up.}
{She could sense him entering, turning and welcoming him with the typical Watcherworld greeting.}
“Welcome to Watcherworld, where you watch all your-
// @mitz_menot attempted bria rescue mission time…………..
[Thirty minutes from closing, a blue Studebaker that’s clearly seen better days veers into the Watcher World parking lot, a shaken Peter Spankoffski behind the wheel.
Stepping out of the car, he looks to the entrance.]