BooZoo's Links
*Neighs and gallops up to him and offers him some Tea made of flowers from her hair*
My horse! She's more than just a pet, she's practically my kid! Oh, don't look at me like that, I'm not one of those "Furbaby" freaks... Or am I?!
And surprise, surprise, I'm not the perfect son he fantasized about replacing his daughter. In fact, I'm worse than you.
Brother, you're the boy my dad always wanted!
Well, except you're uglier
We're practically twins
At least I know to cover up
You're not even my biological dad, and even more so, you're not even the same version of Davey from my past. Fuck off.
*vomits*
Ah yes, my fan child between me and Jason Voorhees.
Fool, you don't understand that life is about cruel symbolism, a big joke in this simulation we call reality. You, my son, are my child, even if not biologically. You are my child in spirit. Take a look at you.
For Jason, Your original age, 13, like Friday the 13th. You drowned, much like Jason Voorhees, and even came back as a water-logged corpse. And your little ghost friend wears a sweater that looks eerily like Pamela's, does it not? Your red hair and blue eyes are the same color combo Jason possessed in life.
For Davey, Your brown tattered coat, your country twang with the wheat, Your fur-skinned cap, your infinity for stealing, you could even call your little bandaged arm a stand-in for the arm wrappings. And who can ignore your build?
Face it, you are an amalgamation, now go to bed son, you have school tomorrow, and you're grounded.
At a school gym.
Ethan: "Hey Landon, maybe you should try dodgeball! Oh, but make sure to dodge, you know, for everyone's safety."
Landon: "I just want to be left alone."
Ethan: "And Gage probably wanted to live. We can't always get what we want, can we?"
Landon's knees felt weak, and he felt the strong urge to vomit, excusing himself, he stumbled through the hallways with a blank expression, holding his stomach.
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In a classroom, during a group project.
Ethan: "Landon, you can be in charge of the sharp objects. Seems like you have an... experience with them."
Landon: (close to tears) "Just stop it, Ethan."
Ethan: "Or what? You'll shoot me?
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[Landon is seated at his desk in class. Ethan slips in a paper drawing of a stick figure with an arrow through its head, labeled 'Gage'. Landon sees it and his breathing quickens.]
Ethan: [Whispering] "Nice artwork, huh? Reminds you of anything?"
Landon: [Stammering] "I-I can't... I can't do this..."
Ethan: "Then maybe you shouldn't have picked up that bow and arrow."
In the school cafeteria.
Ethan: (loudly, so others can hear) "Hey everyone, let's give Landon a wide berth! We wouldn't want him to accidentally shoot someone with a spork."
Landon: (visibly shaking) "That's not funny, Ethan."
Ethan: "Oh come on! Have a sense of humor! Oh wait, you lost that with your aim."
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Classroom
The teacher mentions an archery competition during announcements. The room falls silent, everyone turning to look at Landon, who's visibly shaking.
Ethan, laughing: "Maybe Landon should enter. Oh wait, we want to win, not have casualties."
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Landon: (giving a presentation about historical archers) "...and they used their bows toβ"
Ethan: (interrupting loudly) "Did they also hit their best friends in the head?"
Landon: (starts to hyperventilate, looks down, struggling to continue)
Ethan: (smugly) "Just curious."
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[Landon is walking down the school corridor, books clutched tightly to his chest, trying to keep his head down. Ethan suddenly rounds a corner, a fake arrow band wrapped around his head, making it look like an arrow is going through it. He grins wickedly at Landon.]
Ethan: "Hey, look at me! I'm Gage! Nice shot, Landon."
Landon: [Eyes widen, voice trembling] "S-stop it, Ethan... P-please."
Ethan: "Aw, what's the matter? Can't take a joke? Or did you just forget how to aim?"