#Entering Fromville

[kattapila]

From

Heading for tree:

Julie: (tells story about monsters killing)

Ethan: (Upset child) Julie don’t kill my friend!

Julie : Dead is dead

Tabitha: (comforting her son) There’s no such thing as monsters honey. If there’s no such thing as monsters than that means he’s still alive doesn’t it

Jim: Sometimes I remember what it was like before. When it wasn’t like this.

🌲

[witchthewriter]

𝐃𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 🐦‍⬛

⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

a/n: I've added Victor into this, but I want to have a conversation about if he can be a romantic partner - or he will always be platonic?

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ | ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ ᴵᴵ

You're still in Fromville, not having escaped yet but making the best of it.

𝑩𝒐𝒚𝒅 ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆

・Domesticity to Boyd is so much different in this town compared to the 'real' world.

・For example, he would be awake before you, no matter the day just so he could surprise you with your favourite drink and a pastry each morning.

・The chores would be split 50/50, with Boyd usually picking up any slack (he doesn't mind at all)

・He loves doing the laundry, folding your clothes with so much care.

・But here... his actions to show his love are limited and it kinda pisses him off

・But you constantly remind him of all the good he's done here and how he keeps everyone together.

・You celebrate every win, even the small ones.

・Boyd is big on DIY, and loves fixing up things for you. Anything you ask - you want a different type of curtain, or you want part of the window patched up - he does NOT let you do it. That is HIS job.

・Massaging his shoulders at night, feeling how taught he is. This town is so hard on him. It constantly makes you wonder, why him?

・You do have one rule though: last one in bed has to make it!

・Boyd seems like the type of person to keep everything about himself to himself. But that isn't true. He likes telling you things, he enjoys opening up to you.

・One really important factor in your relationship is the challenges of town and its mysteries.

・Many people in town were basically betting how long you two would together.

・But what they didn't know, was that the horrors STRENGTHENED your bond. It made you both rely on each other so deeply.

・Having a partner means so much to him.

・Boyd loves you so much. He would never burden you with what he knows, but he loves when you have random conversations.

・It makes things feel just a bit more normal. It gives him hope.

𝑲𝒆𝒏𝒏𝒚 ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆

・Mornings and nights are especially special to you both

・Slow, careful, mindful, warm and cosy.

・Touching each other in some way - hugging each other from behind, pinkies entwined, cheek kisses, forehead kisses, rubbing noses together - if anyone else saw you too they would gag (ITS CALLED LOVE)

・Kenny LOVES tucking you in at night.

"You comfy now?" As he wedges the blanket under the side of your body.

"Yes Kenny! Now get in bed you loser!" You answer laughing.

"Okay, okay, I'm just looking after the most important person in my life thank you very much."

・You love listening to him; to his stories about his childhood up until he came to town.

・One of Kenny's favourite things is when you read to him. Even if you don't have a book in front of you, he just wants you to recount as much as you can from books you have read.

・Might be kind of painful, but you two like talking about how life would be like together outside of this hell.

・Owning two cats, two dogs, maybe some fish.

・Whenever you hear the creatures screeching, you automatically cling to Kenny, you can't help it. You HATE the noises.

・But you always feel safe around Kenny. Always.

"I've got you. I swear to god I'll never let anything happen to you."

𝑱𝒂𝒅𝒆 ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆

・Every morning he gives you a kiss on the head and 'tip toes' out of the room, trying not to disturb you.

・You usually yell at him to get back in bed

"My looooooove, I have important business to attend to!"

・The bed is pressed up against the wall, and Jade says if someone/something were to enter the room, he would be the first thing they see

・From then he starts his daily ritual of figuring out how to get the hell home

・Jade teaches you A LOT of stuff. And you're always surprised by how well he does at teaching. He's patient (only with you but you don't know that), and takes his time to teach in ways you'll understand (once again, only for you...)

・He is like a walking computer at times. Really good with dates and great with measurements.

・But one thing he is terrible about is the fact that he's a repeat offender blanket stealer. Absolute criminal.

・No matter how much you tug and pull, or wrap yourself in it, Jade somehow unravels you in his sleep and takes the blanket.

・When you both wake up, you've practically snuggled underneath him...

"Babe, what are you doing?"

"You stole the blanket again and I got cold," you reply muffled beneath him. He's very warm.

"Oh god, sorry! We ah, we should probably get more blankets then... god why didn't you wake me?"

"Wake you? Ever since we got our own place, you've slept like you've never done so in your life!"

・It was quiet before he replied, and then he wrapped his arms around you.

"That's because I haven't sleep properly before I met you."

𝑹𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒍𝒍 ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆

・Your relationship with Randall is one that surprises you. Constantly.

・People don't see him the way you do. At times they start to though.

・But only you get to see his true soft side. The side that moves the hair from your face, kisses your forehead, nudges his nose against your own.

・You are the ONLY person to make him laugh.

・He knows so much about you - the way you like your clothes folded or hung up. He knows which books are your favourite, which song you could listen to on replay.

・Music is a big thing to Randall, and the fact that he can't just randomly play something on his phone gets him really down.

・So one night you guys make a list of every song you like, when you heard it and what it made you feel

・Making each other guess who you were before arriving in hell.

"Hmm... you were ... a ... farmhand on a ranch..."

"What the fuck Y/N."

"What? Were you?"

"Oh yeah sure, you hit the nail straight on the head sweetcheeks," and then he rolled his eyes.

・You laugh, loving when he gets 'annoyed' (you know he can never really be annoyed with you right?)

・You know each other's favourite tv shows, colours, smells, literature and so on. You whisper to each other through the night, trying to take your mind off of the screeching coming from outside.

𝑬𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒔 ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆

・Always the last to get up, sometimes he wakes before you but he'll still lay in bed, watching you sleep. Sometimes blowing air on your face when it's been a few hours and he gets bored

・Leaving sweet notes in unexpected places, they range from:

'hey baby, went down to do some work in the greenhouse, love you xx' to 'yo sexy honey see you tonight ;)'

・And you keep every single one of them. You have a sort of time capsule thing underneath the bed in one of your bags. Just small photos, letters written to each other, etc.

・Side note - Ellis is a cheeky man who loves to rile you up. Push your buttons. Make you red in the face.

・But he knows when enough is enough; he's extremely intune with your moods and doesn't have to ask when the days get too much.

・LOVES MAKING UP RANDOM SONGS ABOUT YOU, they are terrible but they make you laugh

・CONSTANTLY setting up spontaneous things for you guys to do. Seeing a smile on your face is the best thing he has ever seen.

・Literally puppy love.

・You guys seem to be able to talk to each other mind to mind. Glances from across the room are easily read by one another.

𝑽𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒐𝒓 ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆

PSA: As I said above, I'm not sure if Victor can be a romantic partner - I would love everyone's thoughts on it and maybe we can come to some kind of agreement??? Anyway, read this how you like ⟡☾⚝☽⟡

・Home...this town is the only home that Victor had ever truly known.

・How could you show him that the way he'd been living was not normal? That he should be able to feel safe, he should have gone to school - maybe even his drawing could have evolved into something astonishing

・So, in little ways you introduce this life to him

・He can't remember his birthday (so you help him choose one) and the two of you, along with Ethan, Tabitha and Julie celebrate

・...home decor projects are mostly just Victor's drawings. The really scary ones, you ask to be put away and he obliges <3

・Victor is used to living with other being, but not sleeping in the same room as another person.

・You would also need to get used to his blatant honesty. It isn't like he's trying to hurt you but he can just be brutally honest.

・Picnics in your room where you scavenge whatever food you can and talk about the funniest things you've seen people do

"I saw Jim ... trip over today," Victor says in a hushed voice, a cookie halfway to his mouth.

You burst out laughing, even snorting as you imagine the uppity Jim Matthews take a tumble.

"God, I wish I saw that."

・At first Victor didn't want another friend. He didn't want to get close to someone, he knew something would happen to you. You'd be taken away from him.

・But you swore to him that you would always be there for him.

・In town, and when everyone leaves. You've told him that you can be his home, his family.

[ghostflowerdreams]

I must have misunderstood when Victor was explaining the bottle tree to Tabitha. I thought it was the only tree that always led to the lighthouse, and that the other faraway trees didn’t work the same way. That it's like playing Russian roulette when using them, but the bottle tree stayed locked onto the lighthouse. Looks like I thought wrong. Unless, at some point, it was a fixed tree, and maybe tampering with the bottles changed that? Or perhaps there’s something specific you need to do before entering to ensure you reach the lighthouse?

If those numbers aren’t dates, the next logical guess would be coordinates. But they don’t sound like typical ones.

Example: The latitude and longitude of New York City are roughly 40°N, 74°W.

Coordinates seem a more likely option. They might not have access to GPS, but it’s possible to calculate them the old-fashioned way. Then again, this place doesn’t follow normal rules, so who’s to say it would even work the same way as it does in the real world if they tried?

Maybe someone came up with their own version of coordinates. If not that, what if they’re not marking locations within Fromville, but instead the people who ended up trapped there? Boyd was already collecting license plates and marking everyone's disappearances on the map. Maybe someone before him had a similar idea but wanted to be more precise. They might’ve been searching for a pattern or connection among everyone. Too bad Boyd's map didn’t form a pentacle or a Bermuda Triangle! Not that it would’ve helped much, but it was an amusing thought that crossed my mind.

I don't know, but there has to be a reason those bottles are hanging there with numbers inside them

If they’re not dates or coordinates, maybe they’re part of a code or cipher that needs to be cracked to reveal a hidden message. It could even be something tied to a journal or a favorite book, with the numbers corresponding to a page, paragraph, or sentence—or even letters of the alphabet. They’ll probably need to track down the belongings of whoever created the bottle tree. There’s bound to be a clue hidden somewhere in them.

Hmm, there's also coordinates for time, sometimes referred to as temporal coordinates, which are used to pinpoint specific moments or durations in time rather than locations in space.

The numbers could represent hours, minutes, and seconds, similar to how geographic coordinates are broken down. Such as, in a time-based puzzle or event...

Example: 14:35:12 might indicate 2:35:12 PM (hours:minutes).

I don't know how this would apply in Fromville, but it's either some type of coordinates or secret messages.

On the other hand, can you imagine if the numbers in the bottles don’t actually mean anything? What if they were just something someone made up to keep themselves sane? Keep in mind, this was before Boyd's family arrived and uncovered the talismans. The fear, stress, and anxiety must have been overwhelming! To cope with all that intensity, it wouldn't be surprising if that was the case.

[kennycatchabreak]

the pregnancy story line has been useless in my opinion and just a reason to make a woman suffer

fatima thought she couldn’t have kids, so you give her a fake pregnancy?

like even if fromville as an entity is doing this for shits and giggles, it’s lazy writing…

if you wanted to get into body horror, the pregnancy wasn’t needed cuz you can lose teeth and eat rotten shit from high levels of stress

or since this is a supernatural place, she could have contracted the worms, entering a parasitic relationship where they’re eating her from the inside, controlling her to feed on rotting flesh/food simultaneously

is this all we have to offer women in horror/sci-fi? the fear of unhealthy pregnancy and not being believed? like what makes this more innovative than what already happens irl?

like atp have fatima turn into one of those mole faced bitches and have her and ellis navigate their love story. ellis has to keep his wedding vows to fatima despite her transformation and she’s slowly slipping away —no longer craving to eat but craving to kill for satisfaction, devoid of humanity. now ellis is tasked with reminding her why she loves him and the townspeople

hell this could set up a theory that the moles become evil cuz they no longer have loved ones fighting for them so they literally become hollow, bile filled creatures that used to be HUMAN

cuz there’s those scenes of smiley touching things and turning the steering wheel, then jasmine looking in the mirror almost somber to the fact that she kills for pleasure. like they were once people, what the fuck happened?

with creature fatima, she could go in the underground tunnels and we spend time learning about this mole community and who they serve (the entity on the colony house radio/liu house phone)

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also the whole “why doesn’t anyone believe me?” thing is tired now. we already did that with boyd but a writer obviously is tired of it too cuz marielle comments on that

we are in a supernatural town. anything coming out of someone’s mouth is finna be believe to me atp ( i swear to god by the time we get to randall’s cicadas, victor’s jasper and elgin’s ghost, i better not see another person question them)

the first time with sara was like “okay, strange. i can see why ppl don’t believe her really cuz so far this hasn’t happened.”

then boyd’s worm arm is like “leering on medical racism. the man needs help.”

now tabby and fatima is “no one believes women, especially woc”

let’s move away from this if you’re not going really tackle it. lets get to actually solving what’s going on with this freak ass town

what does jasper know?

who is kimono lady?

what’s up with bottle tree?

what’s up with the cellars?

what’s up with effigy cabin and the three red rocks?

where the fuck is the motel?

who is communicating to jim from the radio and phones?

who’s dead body is in elgin’s cellar?

who are the ankoohey kids?

what did julie, randall, and mari see?

why randall got cicadas?

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like lets wrap fatima up by next episode, deadass

she’s not pregnant so what is she? answer it now, so we can move tf on

or atp put her ass in the box for killing tillie along with acosta and let’s see if they take fatima cuz she’s special? or maybe fatima rips out the box herself?

also crazy how tabby is the only women moving the story forward meaningfully and not just having stuff happen to her and she react to it. she actively making decisions

i honestly advocate that fatima run and go find out what tf is wrong with her by herself. give her the reigns

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if i’m being honest this feels like a boyd redemption arc. fatima is going to go crazy and he’s going to have to save her because he couldn’t save abby for ellis

or ellis is either going to take boyd’s place in this situation and get a chance to save fatima, resulting in ellis feeling like he can’t put his full faith in his father to save everyone. so, he basically begins undermining boyd cuz if he can save fatima how come boyd couldn’t save abby?

or ellis is going to have to kill fatima, re-traumatizing both boyd and ellis, but especially boyd because he has to watch his son make the same decision he did

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but essentially fatima becomes a pawn to teach men a lesson while she suffers for no reason

tian chen’s murder already fulfilled that arc of “i can’t save anyone” because fromville via the creatures committing torture in front of him

and i’m not saying boyd should not have any lingering feelings about how he failed tian chen, but he shouldn’t be re-learning this lesson because kenny already gave him that reassurance of “there was nothing you could do cuz you’re human”

i hope this show doesn’t become boyd goes on the same journey to come to the same conclusion each time

and i hope they don’t keep using women to fulfill that

[givekennyabreak]

Nightmaretown.

Bug's arrival in Fromville.

Fandom: From (2022)

Words: 1.36k (oops)

Characters: Bug (OC), Diana and Hugh (OCs), Kenny Liu, Tian-Chen Liu, Sara Myers

Warnings: attempted murder, mentions of a ritual, cursing, canon compliant violence, mentions of blood, lots of crying, the creatures trying to lure Bug out ig

they had been driving in circles since they saw that tree on the road.

bug told their friends that - they passed by the same sign at least four times before the damned stubborn couple listened to them. 

“are you sure you’ve entered the right road?” diana, the oldest of the trio, asked her boyfriend, hugh; the man nodded his head nonstop, until he got tired and opened the driver’s door.

“yeah, i told you a thousand times, we went back around after we saw the tree and followed the right road through that town at least three times.”

“four.” bug piped up, and opened their own door, tired of staying in the car for too long; the sun was past its peak in the sky, the orange glow too bright for the nearsighted, onyx colored eyes of the youngest friend, at the ripe age of twenty-five.

“this roadtrip sucks.” di groaned, and shot her boyfriend a look. they both looked at bug, standing by the open door with their pet carrier in hands - a chicken resting peacefully inside.

“my legs kinda hurt.” they said, and combed a hand over the black, tight curls on their head. “we could stay here a while and call for help or something.”

hugh went back to the car in panic, opening the glove compartment at the same time as he had a silent conversation with his girlfriend.

the woman walked up to bug, stopping by their left side. she gently took the carrier from her friend’s hand, and placed it over the car’s trunk. “you wanna rest a little?”

she put her arm around bug’s shoulder, using her other hand to mess up their hair - the movement was a little wonky, as she was at least two inches shorter than her friend. smile ever-so-present on her face, diana placed the crook of her elbow under bug’s throat and used her other arm to press their head down into a headlock.

their survival instincts kicked in instantly - years of enduring their dad’s surprise attacks at home, they guessed; bug pressed their chin down, under diana’s elbow, reached up with both arms and twisted around, throwing her on the ground by the arms.

“what the fuck!”

just as the woman groaned on the ground, reaching up to touch her throbbing head, hugh popped up out of nowhere with some kind of blade in hands. the man lashed out at bug, who barely got out of the way in time; he went zooming past their body, and they used that as advantage to kick him hard on his back.

he tumbled down violently, hitting his chin on the asphalt, and the blade slid from his grasp. bug huffed, walked up to him and kicked him hard on the head, picking up the blade.

it was made from some kind of steel, probably, with old engravings on it, and they heard their parents’ voices in their head, warning them about traveling with friends.

(“you know one kid was sacrificed on a ritual by their friends a few years ago, right?”

“that’s an urban legend, papai.”)

guess it wasn’t.

“fuck.” they held in tears as they pocketed the blade, rushing back to the car as diana sat on the asphalt with a bleeding head. they grabbed their biggest backpack - packed with few clothes, some food packets for their chicken, their giant watter bottle and lots of snacks and candy - and rushed to put it over their back, picking up the pet carrier as jellybean clucked wildly, as if sensing their owner’s distress.

“‘s fine, love. we’ll find somewhere-”

if they had the knife on them, hugh and diana would probably take more time to try and kill them - or give up completely. they could hide in the woods around, and try to find help in the morning. it was stupid to wander around at night, and they knew what kinds of dangers lurked around in nature - they were born and raised in the countryside, after all.

the sun finally went down completely, just as bug walked into the forest. they heard footsteps behind them, on the road, and diana screamed - a wet, disturbing sound, that got them running faster and faster as other footsteps sounded around the woods.

they stopped right over a hole - deep enough to get in, crouch and hide with their beloved jellybean. without making a sound, bug slipped into the hole, pulling stray leaves and sticks and dirt over their bag, the pet carrier and their own head.

diana was still screaming.

then, a masculine voice was heard - hugh.

“what the fuck are you sickos doing? why are you smiling?!”

bug closed their eyes tightly, breathing as slowly as possible.

turns out their ‘friends’ were not the most dangerous thing outside.

then, a whistle sounded. close, around and over them. jellybean went eerily silent and bug thanked god for the chicken’s compliance.

“oh, where are you, poor thing? abandoned by your friends?” a female voice sounded out, almost singing the words. “come out, we won’t hurt ya!”

‘as if.’ a single tear rolled down bug’s cheek, smudged with dirt. their glasses were speckled with all types of things, but mainly the shiny dots of their unshed tears, brushing the lens through their lashes.

more voices sounded out, and bug’s heart raced with each step that got closer to their little hole in the ground; they never got too close, though, probably couldn’t see too well in the dark - another fact bug thanked the heavens.

hours ticked by like days - in a never-ending nightmare, they stayed awake throughout the night, scared out of their wits anytime the voices called out or got too close to the hole. thankfully, like their first night in a new minecraft survival server, the sun peeked shyly in the sky and the first rays hit their face through the leaves as the footsteps left to somewhere and laughter sounded out.

“lucky little bug!”

bug felt nauseous as the woods became silent.

completely, utterly silent.

no voices, no footsteps - and they broke down. 

they cried and sobbed amidst the leaves and dirt as jellybean finally clucked again. first went the carrier, and then their backpack as bug stood back up and yelped in pain; they ignored it, gripping the edge of the hole and hoisting their body out. bag over their back again and pet carrier in hands, they walked out - in the direction of the sun peaking in the blue sky, towards where they thought was the town they saw before.

diana and hugh were dead. there was no doubt over that.

what the fuck were the voices? and the footsteps?

jellybean clucked again and bug still felt tears drip down their face and the tip of their nose; the trees thinned out, spreading as if to tell them there was something near - and then, finally, they stumbled out onto a road.

they could see a few houses in the distance, so they walked.

and walked.

and walked.

past a few broken down cars and a deep, empty pool.

by a barn.

by a girl with a forlorn expression on her face, wearing a pretty dress and an apron, walking somewhere.

by a couple opening their windows, shock in their eyes as bug walked by.

until they reached a quaint building with a big “diner” sign, where an elderly asian woman stood by the door with a young-looking man wearing a police uniform.

bug stopped then; their stomach growled, and they remembered their last meal was five hours before their roadtrip.

the man furrowed his brows as bug placed the carrier on the ground, and looked up at him; he had pretty, dark eyes, a chiseled face and his cheeks were speckled with freckles.

“oh.” they mumbled, backpack getting heavier by the second. “he’s cute.”

“hey!” the man yelled.

“fuck.” bug’s vision got spotty, and their body heated up in a fraction of seconds. “i think ‘m gonna pass out.”

“sara, get kristi here, quick!”

they felt hands on their shoulders, and an arm around their back. 

“‘s gonna be okay, you’re fine.” the pretty man said, as everything faded to black.

[witchthewriter]

𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ platonic, gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ | ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ ᴵᴵ

・Boyd already had a son, but Ellis was too angry at him. He barely had anything to do with his father, the Sheriff, no matter how hard Fatima pushed Ellis

・You had entered Fromville by yourself; it was supposed to be your first adventure by yourself and now you were trapped in HELL.

・For the first few days, you were a tiny bit catatonic; anxiety, along with the whole "What could go wrong!" from your family was really messing with your head

・Fatima was the person who showed you a lot of kindness, patience and ways of looking at the town.

・But you came here by yourself, no link to anyone and you felt like 1. an outsider and 2. like the people wouldn't care if anything happened to you

・That was until you were too late getting back to your home in town, the monsters had already pulled up and were doing their creepy business.

・Boyd threw himself straight into action, flinging open the Sheriff Station/Post Office door and grabbing your arm.

"What are you doing out here?! It's DARK!"

"No, I no, I no-"

"So you were trying to get yourself kILLED?!"

"No! I just got carried away at the edge of the forest-"

"The EDGE of the WHAT NOW!"

"No Sheriff, it's okay. It's not like I have any ties here and the probability of me surviving is very low... so..."

・It was in that moment that Boyd decided to unconsiously adopt you.

・He would never let you feel alone again.

・Everyone was going to know you, know your importance.

・Whenever you give your opinion during matters (because you are now in the inner circle - you know more than the regular citizens),

Boyd always holds up a hand before you can talk, "No. You are not putting yourself as bait. Not again."

・Kenny likes you a lot, romantically? Maybe. He's still mixed up about the whole Kristi and Marielle thing.

・Then again, it's not like anyone was going to approach the Sheriff's kid with a romantic offer. Boyd is deeply protective of you.

・Both Jade and Randall have their eyes on you.

・They think you're very unique, smart but also have a boldness that this town had brought out in you.

・Plus you never let either of their quips go without an insult straight back at them

・Ellis, who hadn't been in town for a while, was surprised. A little hurt, but c'mon - deep down he knew he could never be replaced.

・Boyd always makes sure that you're okay, especially when it's just you two at the station. There's one bedroom/cell type place.

・So Boyd made another area just for you, where you had your own bed, a sheet to pull over for privacy and room for all your little trinkets.

・Sometimes he prefers you to sleep in the cell, especially when there's been an incident with the Monsters.

・To get him to open up, you made him play truth or dare once and it was the most fun he's ever had in a while.

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

Two damaged individuals who attach themselves to each other

"Come Near Them And I Will Fucking End You" (Boyd) x "You Heard The Old Timer!" (You, with the constant old person joke)

You bring him things you find interesting like bugs, rocks, things Mrs Chen let you go look for in the lost and found...

𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆

Found Family

Trustworthy Male Mentor

Father Figure Who Doesn't Realise He's Basically Raising You Until You Call Him Dad

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

Beautiful Boy by John Lennon (this doesn't negate from anyone's representation as a woman or non-binary. it's just a beautiful song)

Me and the Devil by Soap and Skin (the original fits here perfectly too)

A Narnian Lullaby by Harry Gregson Williams