#Officer Keith

[kissorkill16]

Found this wonderful author earlier.

The prologue is my favorite.

[kurosublackvinegar979]

Hello Neighbor Tag-Team

A brand new Hello Neighbor Game Idea that must happen.

So I was thinking about this cool idea for a Hello Neighbor game. You see after that Nicky's Diary game and seeing how each of the cutscenes were based on the actual lore of book one, I was thinking why not continue that trend. You see it was frustrating how the games were too abstract and didn't give off enough story and context on what is happening, so for this game what needs to be done is to base some of the events on more of the books. Maybe check on a few things from the books too. As for gameplay, here's how I feel like this should work. The events of the game will take place in between act 1 and 2. Only, instead of playing as Nicky Roth in all those games we play as either Maritza, Enzo, and Trinity who are trying to find clues leading to Nicky. We can also play as Finch, Delroy, and Ivan too.

There are several different places we should venture to. I mean yeah, Peterson's house on some occasions, maybe even make it a final level perhaps, but apart from that, there is the Golden Apple Park, The golden Apple Factory, The Forest, the Natural Grocer, and the Town Square of Raven Brooks.

Now as for enemies, we of course have Mr. Peterson, but we also have Officer Keith, a security Guard, Forest Protectors, the Guest, Mrs. Tillman, a Golden Apple Construction Worker, and Officer Leslie.

As for the cutscenes, most of them will be based off of the books and have an actual expansion and some context on what's actually happing in Raven Brooks.

Also, it would be cool to have a DLC where we play as Aaron Peterson and learn deeper about his past.

I would love for someone to make this a reality or use this idea for a mod. Seriously, someone please use this idea.

[bioplast-hero]

for Chel's sheith age swap / role swap AU:

sketch of garrison bad boy Keith sweating over his hoverbike when a certain starry-eyed cadet finds him.

they go racing, of course 😌 pls accept my humble offering.

[yandellamafl]

Chibi Hn2 characters

[kissorkill16]

"Bad Boys" playing in the background.

The cops

[klanced]

can we start placing bets about the live action voltron movie. everyone download draftkings right now

[kissorkill16]

Hello Neighbor: Kept Secrets

By JJ

Summary: With Nicky missing, and no one around to help, it's up to Trinity and the rescue squad to investigate the neighbor and save their friend.

Chapter 1

Me and Enzo held hands as we walked out of the school.

Enzo was my boyfriend. He was such an adorable dork, and I loved him for it.

We walked to the sidewalk of Raven Brooks Elementary and waited for Maritza, Enzo's little sister.

When we saw her walk out, Enzo let go of my hand and held hers.

Maritza rolls her eyes.

Despite being almost 11 years old, Maritza loved it when Enzo was so protective of her. Not that I blame him, when you've got a younger sibling, you have to go out of your way to protect them.

As we walked home together, I started randomly thinking of Nicky.

After we went to his house yesterday, basically no one wanted to see him after that. I felt kind of bad. I turned the corner and started walking down the street of Friendly Court while Enzo rambled about his homework. He stopped rambling when he saw me turn the corner.

"Trinity, where are you going? Home is this way.", said Enzo, pointing down the street of Newtown.

I nodded, "I know, I just wanted to make a quick stop.", I said, already walking away from the two. They caught up to me, and just like that, we were all walking down the street of Friendly Court.

Enzo seemed to pick up quickly where we were going.

"Are we going to Nicky's house?", he asked, "Trin, you know what he did."

"I do know what he did, but I just thought that maybe it'd be nice to see him after that whole mess.", I said. I turned to Maritza, and she was staring down at the sidewalk as she walked.

"Well I don't want to talk to him, I don't even want to talk about him.", she said, her voice bitter. She turned around to go back to Newtown, "I'm going home, I'll wait for you, Enzo."

"What makes you think I want to talk to Nicky either?"

Then they both started to turn back, but I caught up to them and grasped both of their hands.

"Guys, in case you both forgot, we're the ones who made him so angry to begin with. We went there to apologize, and we never even got a chance before...well..."

I didn't need to say anymore, we already knew what I was going to say. How we found so much incriminating evidence under his bed. Aaron and Mya's missing posters, a llama farm sign, and broken VHS tapes. While I was still sort of angry at him, I didn't want to give him the silent treatment.

"Let's just go to his house and see if he'll accept our apology."

We turned back around, but I could feel Enzo and Maritza's faces still blank.

I knew neither of them wanted to talk to Nicky, especially Maritza. But I just wanted to see him.

As we made it to Nicky's house, we were shocked to see a police car and a huge crowd of people. Covering the front lawn, and pretty much half the sidewalk.

What the hell was going on?

I asked a blonde lady standing next to the police car, "Excuse me, ma'am. What's going on?"

"Someone's kid ran away or something. I'm not really sure, I just got here like 5 minutes ago."

My eyes widened.

Immediately, I ran inside the house, praying that this missing kid wasn't who I thought they were. In the living room, I saw Officer Nielsen and Officer Keith standing across from Mr. and Mrs. Roth, a notepad in Officer Keith's hand. Mr. and Mrs. Roth looked panicked, like the end of the world was happening.

"As I've told you two, the search is underway.", said Officer Keith.

"This is a fucking waste of time!", Mrs. Roth nearly shouted.

"Why aren't we out there looking for him?! He's our damn son!", said Mr. Roth.

"Mr. Roth, please. We'll be happy to answer all of your questions in due time. But right now, we just need information on where anyone has last seen Nicky."

That was the stupidest thing I've ever heard all day. Why were they asking where they've last seen Nicky if Officer Keith was literally here yesterday, investigating under his bed?

Wait...

Last seen Nicky...?

I dropped down to my knees, feeling my heart sink in my chest.

Nicky was missing.

[teethrottt-art]

[heynhay]

stole another prompt from @thespacenico

[kickis-conan-king]

Dear Reader fanart! (again) This time an Actual Scene instead of just random doodles. Dear Reader is truly a new fandom classic at this point, so if you haven’t read it, do!!! If you have read it, and loved it, please please go flood @heavilycaffeinatedsblog with praise and love and appreciation etc

[autisticlancemcclain]

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Keith doesn’t sleep a wink the following night. He quickly packs a bunch of supplies into a pod, and then spends hours staring at the base's scanners, waiting for the castle to pop up. He doesn’t hesitate for even a second when it finally does, barely remembering to check in with Kolivan before speedily manoeuvring out of the base and into the castle’s waiting flight deck. 

As promised, the team is gathered there to meet him, clambering over each other to be the first to greet him when he walks out of the pod. It should be flattering, should make a pleased flush redden his skin from his neck to the roots of his hair. It’s everything he’s ever wanted; that kind of love, that kind of joyful acceptance, an excitement to see him. 

But he barely even notices. All of his attention is trained on the figure so far away from everyone else he’s practically shroud in shadows, stiff and stone-faced. Lance stands with a duffel clenched tightly in his fists, jacket zipped up to his neck and hood halfway pulled over his hair.

Everything he sees makes him want to fall over. He almost feels nauseous, and he’s not entirely sure why. Lance has his off-days, Keith knows this. There were days when Keith had to help Lance fight his way out of bed, and when he did the same for Keith. Keith has held him as he sobbed himself to pain on the observation deck floor. Keith has watched him get overwhelmed and mean and snappy and then guilty for days afterwards. 

But he’s never seen Lance like this. He’s never seen Lance…shrink, collapsing into himself so deeply, keep himself so distant. The closest thing he ever saw was when he came to Keith’s room talking about five lions and six paladins, about a seventh wheel.

I solved that problem, he thinks, increasingly desperate. Lance was backed into a corner so Keith threw himself out of the room to give him space. That was the point, that was the purpose, that is why he has stayed in a stupid grey bunk he hates and nodded blankly to masked people he’s not allowed to familiarise himself with and stubbornly refused to leave a man behind no matter how much trouble he gets in. 

He was supposed to have fixed things, and now everything has gotten worse.

“Keith!” Pidge screams the second he emerges from the door, sprinting at him and damn near tackling him to the floor. Despite himself and his dizzying confusion he smiles softly, squeezing her right back.

“Hey, Pigeon,” he says, and she must have really missed him because she doesn’t even deck him for it. 

“You need to call us more,” she grumbles at him, and he snorts and asks her how that holoprojector he asked her for is coming along. 

Before she can launch into yet another rant about how far from the realm of possibility that is, the rest of the team catches up to her, and this time he really does hit the floor. Luckily he lands sprawled on his brother, who only sighs fondly and flicks him on the forehead. 

“We’ve all missed you so much,” he says. “Not the same here without you, squirt.”

Because Keith has misses his brother, he refrains from turning around and throwing hands with him right in the hangar, because why would he call Keith that he’s a grown ass man, basically, not six, Shiro what the fuck. The team teases him anyway because they are the worst, but Keith rolls his eyes and takes it. Between Hunk’s bawling and Pidge’s snark and Allura’s hand gripped in his, Keith can almost pretend like he’s just back from a quick and risky errand, that everything is normal, that his family is just excited to see him and they’re gonna head off for dinner together in a few. The familiar foreignness of it all is almost settled around him like a heavy blanket.

Almost.

“I believe we have an exchange to get on with,” drawls a voice so pretentious it makes Keith recoil even before the cruelty of his words kick in. 

Lotor stands in the middle of the room like he’s centre fucking stage, hip cocked, inspecting his nails, casual and unbothered. A quick glance to the side confirms that Lance’s jaw has tightened at the comment, posture tensed further. Keith looks back to Lotor and wishes with his whole heart that he had laser eyes via Clark Kent so he could fucking obliterate him. He settles for intensely praying for his downfall to the universe, which isn’t enough but will have to be until Keith can sacrifice him for the greatest good or something.

An exchange. Like Lance is a fuckin’...low rate commodity, or something. 

Keith is honestly more disturbed by the fact that no one else seems to be terribly bothered by the comment. He wonders if he’s being too sensitive, if he’s reading into things, if his own hatred for Prince L’Oreal is clouding what could be a similar relationship to what Keith and Lance have, with all the insults and competitions.

The actual thought of that makes him physically gag. 

No, that’s not it. Keith is not mistaking the pain that is radiating off of Lance, the way the air itself in the castle feels wrong. 

“I’m ready to go if you are, Lance,” Keith calls, as softly as he can manage. Unfortunately it doesn’t manage to go far, and Lance only nods once, tightening the duffel over his shoulder and walking over. His steps are deliberate, at least, no downtrodden shuffling – there’s some stubbornness within him still. It’s better than nothing.

“Aw, no, already?” Hunk complains, sniffling. 

Despite the storm raging in Keith’s head, he manages a smile in Hunk’s direction, equally flattered and amused by the affection.

“We’ll be back, man,” Keith promises. “Mission is only supposed to take a few days. Maybe we’ll finish up early and I won’t tell Kolivan, huh, Lance? Spend a couple days here.”

He smiles as brightly as he can manage in Lance’s direction, receiving only a tight-lipped grimace in response, an attempt without the verve to follow through. 

“Yeah, sure.”

He gives the pile of teammates a wide berth as he climbs into the pod, disappearing quickly into the back. Keith tries to pretend his words weren’t sullied with bitterness.

It takes longer than he would like to finally bid everyone goodbye and crawl back into the pod, which he feels a little bad about. Both because he doesn’t want to feel like any interaction with his family is at all a burden, even a goodbye, and because he doesn’t want to keep Lance waiting. But he’s in a rough place right now, off-kilter and almost disoriented, so he cuts himself some slack, breathing deeply as he pulls out of the hangar and back into dead space. He puts the tiny but powerful thrusters up as high as they will go, zooming along at top speeds. He stays in the pilot’s chair, hand firmly on the yoke, until the castle is well out of view, until they are surrounded on all sides by endless darkness. Only then does he steel himself to put the pod on autopilot, to breathe deeply and turn around to face the oppressive awkwardness filling up the small space.

“Hey, Lance,” he says quietly, sitting gingerly on the floor in front of his seat. He’s relieved that Lance doesn’t straight up move away like he expected. He’s even more relieved to notice that Lance doesn’t tense up at his mere presence.

He barely acknowledges Keith past a nod of the head, though, which is depressing. Keith wants to ask another question, get more than a nod out of him so desperately it’s actually embarrassing, but he manages to restrain himself. He knows maybe better than anyone else what it feels like to be crowded by questions when you already feel like you’re suffocating. Keith will just have to wait for Lance, however long it takes.

Thankfully, he doesn’t wait very long.

“I didn’t get any details.” Lance’s voice startles Keith, not because he isn’t expecting it – all he’s been doing is waiting for Lance to talk – but because it’s nothing like he expects. His voice is almost normal, not strained hoarse or even bitter like it was earlier. If Keith squeezes his eyes shut and pretends the last several months didn’t happen, he can almost convince himself that he and Lance are sitting at the briefing room table late at night, heads bent together, trying to iron out a plan for their upcoming mission. He wants that back so badly he aches with it, but the ache is familiar enough now that he thinks he can bear it.

“It’s, uh, a quintessence hunt,” Keith explains. “Or, well, kind of. Hopefully. Kolivan gives a lot of details at once and he speaks in this super depressing monotone and I swear to God I do everything I can to pay attention but at some point it just sounds like the teacher in Charlie Brown. So. That’s my bad.”

He has to force air back into his lungs by the end of it and he’s red in the face to boot. That’s maybe the most words he’s ever spoken in one go (hyperbole whatever let him live) and of course he sounds like the biggest dweeb. Why hasn’t becoming a super cool space ninja made him more aloof and mysterious? This isn’t fair. What happened to gay rights.

To his great surprise, his dorky ramble is rewarded by a flash of Lance’s smile, so brief he would have convinced himself he imagined it if he hadn’t spent so much of his life seeking it out. It’s gone faster than it existed, Lance’s expression falling back into something carefully blank, but the fact that it was there at all is the biggest relief.

Lance takes the tablet Keith hands to him, mission file pulled up and ready to go. He squints slightly as he reads it, tilting his head to the side. “We have to go through…wait, Keith, is this right?” He flips the tablet over to Keith, zoomed in on a pair of coordinates. “This is, like, right next to a black hole. RIght right next to, worryingly next to. I don’t like how close this is. This pod is not really built for that, I don’t think.”

Keith doesn’t recognise the coordinates, so he can’t really say, but there’s a fair bit riding on this mission, so he doubts Kolivan has fucked this particular detail up. 

“Well, it’s either safe or no longer our problem.”

“I suppose.”

A little disappointed that Keith’s attempt at a joke didn’t do much to lighten Lance’s expression, he lets them lapse into silence, tilting his head back onto the seat and closing his eyes as the pod zooms forwards. 

They have a long journey ahead of them.

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[kissorkill16]

No need.

I Lost All My Friends: A Hello Neighbor Fanfic

By JJ

Summary: After Nicky goes missing, Maritza is currently losing her sanity.

P.S., credits to @elijahwoodnt.

After the news had spread about Nicky's disappearance, Jay and Luanne Roth wasted no time driving home and filing a missing persons report, and in no time, a cop car was outside the door, and pretty soon, half the neighborhood.

"Mr. and Mrs. Roth, the search is underway. What we need from you is any information you have on Nicky's last known whereabouts.", said Officer Keith.

"Yeah, it's kind of hard to answer that! Last time we checked, he was out home when we left.", Luanne said in a panic.

"What about the kids? They're friends with Nicky. Why don't we ask them if they've seen him?", asked Jay.

"They wouldn't know either, Jay!", screamed Luanne.

The married couple erupted into a huge argument, and Officer Keith was standing there, massaging his temple.

Meanwhile, upstairs, in Nicky's room, it was extremely silent. Enzo, Maritza and Trinity were sitting on his bed, quietly waiting for Officer Keith to come upstairs and ask them some questions.

"Why are they even making us wait in here? Shouldn't they have this place roped off or something?", asked Enzo.

"They want to know if we know where Nicky could've gone, Enzo.", said Trinity. She sadly sighed. "I feel like Mr. and Mrs. Roth might blame us for his disappearance."

"Why?"

"Because all of those times Nicky tried to call us, we didn't answer. We all thought he was crazy for this obsession he had with Mr. Peterson, and we just decided to deal with that problem by ignoring it."

Enzo sighed and looked at the ground. "Well hopefully we'll find him soon and we can go back to being friends."

"Can you guys please stop talking for a moment?"

Enzo and Trinity turned to face Maritza, who was staring at her thighs and clutching her baseball bat.

"Maritza, are you alright?", asked Trinity.

"Stop talking.", replied Maritza, barely any emotion in her voice.

"Hermana, please. It's going to be alright -", Enzo tried to say before Maritza jumped up and screamed at her brother.

"GOD, I SAID SHUT THE HELL UP! Why is that so hard for you two to understand?!", she was still clutching her baseball bat, but thankfully, she didn't strike.

Trinity tried putting a hand on her shoulder, doing her best to comfort her friend. "Maritza -"

Maritza slapped her hand away, hard, so hard that it stung. It almost could've left a mark. "Don't touch me and don't talk to me, Trinity! I don't want to hear shit from you! I don't want to hear shit from anyone!", she said. Then she smiled, and it was the most humorless smile of all.

"But you were right about one thing.", she said, "It's our fault he's missing. We ignored him when all he needed us to do was listen! We abandoned him when he needed us the most, and all he's been doing was trying to find his missing friends.", she said, her eyes brimming with tears.

"You know, I lost both of my friends too.", she continued. "Lucy. Sweet, innocent, playful Lucy. She was so energetic and positive, even in the worst of times. Then she died on that rollercoaster, and I felt like my will to live had been stripped away from me.", she paused to catch her breath. "Then Mya. Adorable, imaginative, fantastic Mya. She was so sweet, and she loved to pretend, even if she was too old for it. But then she went missing, and I once again felt dead inside. Now Nicky. Smart, playful, and stupid Nicky. He went missing after we ignored him. We left him alone, and now he's gone."

The tears pooled in Maritza's eyes started dripping out and landing on the front of her shirt.

"What if he ran away? What if he was taken by a stranger? What if he was murdered?", Maritza gasped at that thought. "Murdered? Murdered? Nicky could be dead, and we would never know, BECAUSE WE IGNORED HIM!"

Enzo and Trinity wrapped their arms around Maritza's shoulders, trying to comfort her, but that only made it worse. The girl started kicking, flailing, and screaming.

"Maritza, it's okay!"

"NO IT'S FUCKING NOT!!"

"Maritza, por favor calmate!", said Enzo, "Nicky's not dead!"

"YOU DON'T KNOW THAT!", Maritza screamed, "YOU DON'T KNOW THAT FOR SURE!"

"Maritza, please! It'll be okay -"

"SHUT UP!"

"Maritza, calm down! For Pete's sake, we'll find Nicky -"

"SHUT! THE FUCK! UP!"

Maritza finally managed to get out of their grasp, and after, she swung her baseball bat at Enzo in anger. Enzo fell to the ground in pain, clutching his nose. It was only after he groaned when Maritza finally snapped out of it.

"Son una perra! What the hell, Maritza! That hurt so bad!"

"Enzo!", Maritza bent over and put her hands on Enzo's shoulders. "Mierda! I'm so sorry, Enzo. Lo siento muchísimo!"

"It's alright, Maritza. I'm fine. I forgive you. You weren't in your right mind, and you're allowed to be angry, but just try to keep your baseball bat to yourself in the future, okay?", joked Enzo.

Maritza looked at the blood on her bat, and at her brother's broken nose. Then she laughed, "Okay."

Trinity was just witnessing the scene before her. While she didn't support the whole "hitting your brother with a bat" thing, she did love the sibling love that occurred afterwards.

Trinity snapped out of her thoughts when she heard the faint sound of carnival music coming from across the street. Across the street was Mr. Peterson's house, the fences covered in barbed wires and chained links.

"You guys ever think what if Nicky was right?", she asked her friends.

Enzo and Maritza turned to look at her. "What do you mean?", asked Enzo, still clutching his nose.

"I mean, what if Nicky was right about Mr. Peterson being involved with the whole missing kids thing?", she said. "He could've been telling the truth all along, and we hadn't believed him."

"And how would we know that?", Maritza asked.

Trinity didn't know how to answer that. Sure, she could just be thinking aloud, but she also could be stating a fact. "I don't know, Maritza. But -", Trinity stopped talking when she caught a glance at the bulletin board on the left wall of Nicky's room. She walked over to get a closer look, and then she saw a picture of Mr. Peterson in his backyard, digging something up, or burying something.

"We all know Mr. Peterson is a little creepy when he's at home, but do you think Nicky was right?", asked Trinity.

"I don't know. Plus, Mr. Peterson isn't one to be messed with.", said Enzo.

"Yeah, but what if, am I right?", she asked. "He came to us with all sorts of proof, and good proof too.", she took some pictures off the board. "Pictures, recordings, letters, etc. It's all right under our noses. ", she said.

Enzo and Maritza shared a look. "Oh my goodness, Trinity, you're right. But how do we know for sure if he was telling the truth? Even with all of this, I don't think it'd be enough to convince the police.", said Enzo.

Trinity shook her head. "We don't need the police, what we need is a team. It's going to take a whole team of us to get the proof we need.", she said. She climbed onto Nicky's bed, and stood tall. "We're not only going to get proof...," she turned to Maritza. "We're going to get Nicky back."

Trinity watched as Maritza's eyes widened in happiness. "One thing's for certain, we have to get into that house.", she said. Just then, the door swung open. It was Luanne.

"Is everything alright? I heard screaming?", she asked in a panic.

"Everything's great, Mrs. Roth.", said Enzo.

Luanne jumped back at the sight of Enzo. "Holy-! Enzo, what happened to your nose?!", she asked.

"Oh...uh...", Enzo didn't want to get her sister in trouble. "We were trying to entertain ourselves until we could come down."

"Well, honey. I have a first aid kit downstairs, come down and let me patch your nose for you, honey.", she said. She put a hand on Enzo's shoulder and guided him to the kitchen.

Meanwhile, Trinity turned to Maritza. "We'll get Nicky back, I promise."

Maritza smiled at her.

In the distance, the faint sound of carnival music returned.

Ok so I was thinking about this drawing, so I thought of something

Right after Nicky goes missing, of course Trinity and Enzo freak out, but Maritza goes absolutely crazy for a while and just kinda hates herself for not listening to him and almost just goes straight into Mr. Peterson's house on her own just to beat Mr. Peterson up and rescue Nicky because she feels terrible and angry and doesn't want to lose another friend/crush but Enzo and Trinity convince her not to

May write drabble for this later

[alien-slushie]

Lance: Is there no way to get rid of him?

Shiro: Not without proper cause Lance.

Lance: I have cause. It's beCAUSE I hate him.

[lorei-writes]

... You know what would absolutely suck about Luke and Jin both?

If you wanted to knit them a sweater by hand, it'd take a damn eternity. Why so big! Why so big! Why did they have to grow so big and wide! (They each can get a... scarf?)

[kissorkill16]

I so badly wanted this to happen in the game.

Rescue

Blood.

The stench made him gag and his stomach turn, he felt queasy. He looked at the camera in his hands, it was stained with the same red as the ground. It was seeping towards his shoes, the source coming from a head wound on the man in front of him. Quentin threw the camera away horrified; he watched it clatter to the ground, the lens cracking it was useless anyway the photos he had were all blurry. It didn’t matter that the man before him was bleeding out from the head he didn’t give two shits about him. He was a deranged murder… all that mattered right now was-

“D…dad?”

Quentin turned around at neck breaking speed. He saw a kid no older than maybe thirteen whimpering from underneath the table, his knees clutched to his chest, his hand rubbing through his hair. He was covered in bruises. He was small for his age and he avoided eye contact, staring at the ground and fiddling with the bandages on his hands. Quentin's mouth went dry. This didn’t seem like the best situation. The kid was looking at Quentin with pure fear and backing away further into the corner like a scared animal. Quentin made a small step towards him and the floorboards creaked under his weight. The kid screamed, backing further away, rocking back and forth slowly whispering to himself. Quentin could only make out a few sentences “I'm safe I’m safe!” And “it’s ok it’s OK!” 

Quentin felt his heart break he decided he should try and get on this kids level so he crouched down and extended his hand. “What’s your name?” He whispered, trying to sound as non threatening as possible. The kid looked at him curiously but didn’t move from his spot “Aaron…” he trailed off looking at the body behind Quentin “P…Peterson”. Quentin nodded and slowly reached forward more trying not to make any sudden movements “ok… Aaron, I’m Quentin ok?” Aaron nodded and slowly scooted forward but kept his hands wrapped around his body tightly. “N…nice to meet you” Quentin nodded and reached into his bag pulling out a paper aeroplane “here you are” he handed it to Aaron who looked at it curiously. “Thankyou…” he trailed off looking at the blood on the floor “are you going to hurt me?” He asked, shaking slightly at the question. Quentin sighed and extended his hand more towards him, smiling. “No… I’m not I promise” Aaron gave him a strained smile “pinkie promise?” Quentin nodded and held out his pinkie to the kid “I pinkie promise”. 

Aaron looked at it, his eyebrows furrowed like he was considering his options. “Ok…” he took Quentin’s pinkie in his pinkie and shook it. Quentin nodded and gently placed his hands on Aaron’s waist who squeaked and tensed up his body shaking more violently. Quentin slowly brought him out of the cramped space and held him gently in his arms. Aaron froze up peeking through the crook of his arm “I… is my dad… dead?” He cringed at the word ‘dead’ Quentin looked at the bird statue that had Ted pinned to the floor he grabbed a blanket from the nearby couch and threw it over the body not wanting to traumatise the kid more than his deranged father already had. “No, he’s just… sleeping?” Quentin shielded the kids eyes and carefully lifted him up, placing him on his hip. 

Quentin had never been athletic but Aaron was light and was easy to hold. “Ok Aaron I need you-” he was cut off by Aaron gripping his shoulders and laying his head on Quentins chest he was still shaking but not as much now like being close to Quentin has somehow calmed him. Quentin caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror recoiling at his busted lip and black eyes. Ted had put up quite the fight kicking, scratching and screaming but Quentin whacked him over the head with his camera and his rage didn’t stop until he saw red. He carried Aaron out the house and  down the porch stopping in the garden “this is where my sister is buried” Aaron's tiny voice said. Quentin rubbed his back soothingly “what happened to her?” Aaron bit his lip and looked down so Quentin decided not to push. He placed Aaron in the front seat and climbed in next to him throwing an empty coffee cup onto the back seat “sorry about the mess kiddo” he smiled and pulled his seat belt across his body. He plugged the key into the ignition and the car lurched forward he stepped down on the accelerator. Next stop: The station.

“You are not fit to raise a chil-”

“I DON’T CARE!” 

Quentin's voice boomed through the police station. He slammed his hands down on the bench gasping as pain shot through his arm. The chief sat before him “Quentin please understand that the only living relative this boy has is his aunt so-” he was cut off again by Quentin sighing “No! I’m not allowing that poor boy to go to anyone else in that freak show of a family!” He didn't mean to sound so harsh. Normally he was quiet and passive but he wanted this kid to be safe. The whole car ride Aaron was silent and that deeply concerned him making him wonder what else that man had done! “He's not going into the system so like I said: I will take custody of him”. The chief sighed clearly too tired to fight and leaned back in his chair. “You can't take him…you have no experience in child care”. Quentin peaked through the curtains of the office seeing Aaron sat next to a female officer with a mug of milk and wrapped in a blanket. He closed the blinds and walked back over to the desk. “We have no idea what that poor boy has been through! We can't fathom the trauma he has experienced so please keith…let me take care of him”. It made Quentin’s blood boil thinking about what that monster could have done to Aaron; he took a few moments to compose himself. “What happened to the father anyway?” He spat the word ‘father’ out no way in hell did that man deserve to be even considered a father. Keith looked down “he has been taken to the local hospital to be treated, he will then be trailed and sent to an asylum for the criminally insane.”

 Quentin nodded satisfied that he wasn't going to get away with this. He wouldn't admit it out loud but he had grown slightly attached to the kid holding his hand as they entered the station trying not to hold too hard but firm enough so that he couldn't run. “I may not have the slightest experience in childcare; the only kids I’ve taken care of is when I used to babysit in my teen years, but I can give him somewhere to stay”. Keith sighed again and rubbed his temple “exactly! He needs to go into the foster care system” Quentin shook his head “do I have any experience in child care? No, am I ready to be a dad? NO! But I think I might be the best chance at a stable home this kid may have!” He watched Keith fold his arms across his chest and sat there for a few minutes, his bottom lip pushed out as he reached into his desk. “Here…” he placed a thick folder on his desk, opening it ‘Custody Papers’ in bold letters at the top “sign here…give this kid the home he deserves”. Quenttin grinned wider than he had ever before scribbling his name and initials at the bottom placing the pen next to the folder “thank you sir”. Quentin opened the door to his cabin. It wasn't much but it was home, Aaron was by his side clinging to his legs he seemed content with the idea that Quentin was now his temporary guardian. “I have a spare bedroom for you if you would like, or you can sleep in my bed and I can sleep on the couch?” He removed his Jacket and lanyard and hung it up. The station had bandaged and helped clean some of his wounds. Aaron nodded and looked up at him, his wide brown eyes meeting his “I…I can sleep in the spare bedroom…thank you” he hugged Quentins leg tighter and followed him up into the bedroom that had fairly lights strung from the roof the metal framed bed in the corner with fresh floral sheets. Quentin allowed him to get settled in promising to be back. He went downstairs and heard the landline ring, he picked it up and put the receiver to his ear “hello?” He asked, unsure of who it was “Hello is this Quentin? I’m here to ask about the adoption of Aaron Peterson”. Quentin smiled wide again leaning against the door frame “speaking”. 

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