@TheChildsFather “What? Why? Is he dangerous?”
Rose asked as her eyes widened.
Her dad sounded serious, too. He even looked kinda… scared?
Shit.
Is her dad scared of that guy?
@TheChildsFather Rose thought about it for a minute before giving a nod of her head.
“Yeah. A button-up or something. I think it was yellow.”
She replied, gazing curiously up at her dad.
Did he actually know this Mold Daddy person?
@TheChildsFather “The tall with a human body part sounds about right.” She said, looking a little uncertain after hearing that description.
That sounded more like a monster than it did a person.
“He was… I don’t know, old? He looked kind of normal, I guess.” Rose said. She wasn’t sure how to -
@TheChildsFather Rose tapped at her chin in thought, her moldy lips pulling into a frown.
“You don’t? He said he tried to kill you…” She explained, telling her dad about that strange man named Mold Daddy.
@TheChildsFather Rose looked around suspiciously before her gaze settled on her dad.
“I don’t think so.”
She admitted.
“Do you know some guy called… ‘Mold Daddy’?”
An eyebrow lifted as Rose stared at the stranger in confusion.
“Uh… You’re the what?”
She asked, slightly disturbed.
“And how do you know my name? Who are you?”
“Uh… Who is that?”
Rose asked, disturbed by the weird guy calling her “𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐦𝐨.”
She didn’t want to take him up on his offer of cheap and clean… Whatever it was that he was offering.
@TheChildsFather “Thanks, Dad.” Rose said somewhat sheepishly.
She was grateful for the 10,000 promises that he promised her, but sometimes it was a bit much.
“But I can make sure it doesn’t happen again on my own.” She said, really sticking it to the mold man. She wasn’t going to be a --
@TheChildsFather “I don’t know.” Rose mumbled with a small shrug as she wrung her hands together nervously. “I didn’t even notice until you said something.”
She really hadn’t noticed that her moldy sponge got tangled into a beard of exploded triangles. Her dad had to tell her.
@TheChildsFather -- tangled moldy sponge a bunch of times. He had to be, like, an expert at brushing and untangling moldy sponges.
She just hoped he was also an expert at removing moldy Ethan bugs.
@TheChildsFather Rose nodded her head, taking a few steps over to the chair before she sat her moldy ass down, subconsciously touching the tangled moldy sponge that sat on each of her moldy shoulders.
“I know you will.” She said eventually, smiling up at her dad.
He probably brushed his own --