seven drinks

[minigolfandsushi]

[voice // action for people in the house]

[Peter slams the basement door shut and leans against it, panting heavily.]

WHO THE FUCK INVITED HIM IN?!

[There's a dark, evil laugh and pounding against the basement door...except only Peter can hear it.

He lets out a choked sob and pushes harder against the door.]

Comments

action;

[conesoldstober]

[He keeps turning his head, trying to force his eyes to look at him and not whatever he's seeing.]

Keep looking at me, Peter. It's not real.

action;

[minigolfandsushi]

Look what you made me.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

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[conesoldstober]

[He keeps their heads leaning in together, muttering to him as he cries through it.]

I know you are.

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[candothat]

[Chekov was having a perfectly fine chat with his own father in his room when it became rather loud downstairs.

And he has no idea what he is walking in on.]

Howl? Peter?