#falls right back asleep and aims to chew john out for it in the morning then forgets once hes awake again

[axemetaphor]

he's a blanket-hog and a real cuddler, probably the worst combination a guy can be

ref image i got off instagram although i do Not think this is a picture of the account-owner but i cant b sure. just didnt look it from the rest of their acct

[double--cross-d]

As is fair exchange, I feel like I should make my own current Wick headcannon page for @plummyplums (holy crap they did accidentally delete their old blog)

In general

All died around the same time frame

They get more decayed depending on how pissed they are (no way out appearances anyone?)

Mary and John were highly abusive, there was nothing supernatural, But the priest didn't help. Mary was killed by the Ghost Tom immediately after she buried Caleb alive, but he left the body in the charred house so no one knew.

Every ghost is part of the Tom Protection Squad™️

The order of the shelf items were the order they died.

Twin general

Both had autism, Tim is higher functioning than Tom

Both were 10

Both died on the same night.

Their father kicked them out into the woods when they were 8 for a year. After he died their mom finally let them back inside, but was still neglectful of them

Due to how cold the woods got at night, the two got in the habit of cuddling each other in order to stay warm, it was purely platonic, don't worry.

This carried to inside because their mom never got them any blankets (though Caleb gave them several of his)

Lillian and Caleb thought it was fucked up how their parents treated the two and did everything they could to help

Tim

Died in the house fire, attempting to keep the already dead corpse of Tom company.

Stims usually include whittling and basically any woodwork.

Can and will stab a man for his brother.

Was the younger twin, but always threated people by saying he was the older twin.

The first one who took a liking to Sam, whenever they found something, he'd be the one to take it back to the shed.

Is surprisingly the less violent twin, but not by much.

Mom fully convinced him that he was a demon, believes that he never died in the fire, just managed to fall asleep in the flames

His face is coved in bandages under the mask due to it being heavily burned.

Tom

Died from polio before the fire started in his twin's arms.

The rattle is a big comfort object. The only person allowed to handle it is Tim. Sam's position on the matter is... questionable at best.

Nonverbal to the point that's he's practically mute.

When Sam's They/It ass came along, Tom was full on estatic that there weren't limitations on pronouns. He decided that he was one of those He/They's we keep hearing about

He was terrified that his mom was right about him being a demon. The first thing he did when he woke up after dying was jump of the bridge because, 'oh shit I am a demon', which did nothing but break more bones.

Tim quickly assured them that he was the only demon of the family, not Tom

The leg brace helps him walk better than not.

The more violent twin. You're human? You look at him? You hurt Tim? You fucking die, no questions asked.

Really likes being carried. Sam is the only one tall enough to do this, though Benny and Tim have both tried.

Caleb

Died by being buried alive by his mother, thinking that he had died in the fire.

Full on feral.

Seriously, he can't even talk that well, if he even can.

Doesn't even know the concept of gender, only hunt.

Has killed 3 moose and will kill another.

When he's not digging he's either killing something, chasing something on all fours, or chilling with Sam.

Oh yeah, Sam's his favorite person. You can tell from the fact that he not only uses them as a pillow, but they can hold him without their wrists being depleted.

He still chews on their legs

Was the one behind the camp being 'vacated'. He literally ate everyone there and fell asleep just as morning hit.

When he was alive he has ADHD, but was hella good at masking because his twin brother's got treated awfully for acting like your average autistic child.

His stims were running around, chewing on things, and crocheting.

No one questioned the fact that he liked to crochet, as it was productive and really good. He usually just did blankets but occasionally made clothes and toys for Lillian

Due to the fact he made so many blankets his bed was just a mound of blanket and they were often gifted to the rest of the family, especially the twins.

Had anorexia. Rarely ate, and mostly gave the food to the twins (out of both concern and I'm not eating this)

This is part of the reason that, in death, he will eat anything that he can get his hands on

Was bone thin when Benny got him and Lillian out of the fire and he had suffered several nasty burns, that's how his mom thought he died.

Lillian

Died by dropping her plush in the well and going after it

Loves bunnies so much

Tried her best to help her twin brothers, which mainly included sneaking food out to them

Really scared of her father, even though he died when she was 4.

Thought that Tom fell down the well before her

Enjoys giving hugs

Really Likes when Sam does her hair

Benny

Died from hypothermia in his sleep.

A less abusive apparition of his mother when awake. Caring towards his siblings, but highly cautious around the twins.

Had issues referring to Sam correctly, until they gave him the advice, 'Just refer to me like I'm a swarm of bees'

It actually worked

Dyslexic

Almost always sleeping because he died in his sleep

Sam

Fell on an axe at the beginning of hour 5 and didn't notice they were dying of blood loss until they blacked out, only to wake up on the bus and see their name.

Another abusive dad! This one actually was murdered by Tim somehow and nobody noticed but Sam.

Was actually rescued at 5 AM by the police, but, again, bled to death

A They/It Nonbinary, none of the kids but Benny had any issue referring to them by correct pronouns, and even then, Benny had a lot of help.

The Weaver kids just adopted them as an older sibling. They had no say in the matter.

When Duncan and co. Got out of jail and continued their shitty ways, they full on killed them all, even the next to be player

Loves their new family, even if they're all a little dead.

Surprised that Caleb was the one to get most attached, but then remembered that he killed a moose that was about to attack them, gave them some of the flesh to eat, and then just fell asleep on them.

Was in a house fire a few weeks before the game took place. Half of their face and their right hand are heavily burned.

Looks blind, but is only blind in one eye. The other doesn't fair much better though.

Despite getting top surgery, they're still aiming for confusion among the victims

Autism, and doesn't really speak too much because frequent nonverbal episodes

[wskent]

What about Bob? (pt. 2)

Mueller steps back out into the drizzling street. In the distance, a furtive figure catches his eye. A man carrying a brightly colored umbrella, its pattern indiscernible at this distance, is leaning over a garbage can. The man straightens, seeming to feel Mueller’s eyes on him. He scurries off, his gait both unusual and familiar. Mueller follows, no longer noticing the rain. As he trails the mysterious man, he is reminded of Mr. Tumnus, the faun in The Chronicles of Narnia, who helped the Pevensie children. Or did he sell them out to the White Witch? Mueller isn’t sure. He breaks his stride to consider the story, in that instant, the man with the umbrella disappears.

A few yards ahead Mueller sees former White House photographer Pete Souza coming out of a laundromat.

“Hey there!” Mueller calls. “Did you see a man with a pink umbrella go by a minute ago?”

Souza is startled and almost drops his sack of laundry. “No, I didn’t see anyone.”

Mueller continues, “it was one of those really big umbrellas.”

Souza replies, “I think I would have noticed that, Mr. Mueller, it’s not even raining.” Mueller stares at him. Souza goes on, attempting to be conversational, “It hasn’t rained here in weeks, we could really use it.”

Mueller continues to stare, he is sure it was drizzling only a few minutes ago. Then he thinks to himself, you can’t trust a photographer anyway. He is about the push past Souza to try to find the umbrella-wielding stranger when Souza pipes up again. Souza, alarmed at the lack of focus in Mueller’s eyes and the fact that he is wearing two ties, asks, “Are you okay, Mr. Mueller?”

Mueller snaps to attention and begins to correct Souza on the pronunciation of his name. “It’s Mueller, like mule. No, I mean it’s like dull, but with an ‘M,’ I mean...what were we talking about? I can’t say anything about the indictments.” Mueller presses his knuckles into his temples. Souza, meanwhile, has begun to back away.

“Can I call anyone for you, Mr. Mue…” Souza pauses, now unsure how to pronounce the name, “Can I get call an Uber for you?”

Mueller is looking frazzled now, “Who have you been talking to?! NO CALLS!” Mueller steps toward Souza and stares down at him, and the full force of the jowly features ripple over the photographer’s face. Could it be a mask? Souza is torn now, he wants to get away from Mueller, but he also feels that the man needs help.

Just then Senator Baldwin comes back around from the Chipotle across from the shawarma shop. “Just spit it out, Bob,” she yawps, smacking Mueller in the middle of his back. The force of the blow throws Mueller to his knees. She continues to march down the street without looking back.

Souza takes the moment of confusion to slip across the street.

Mueller stands up, dusting off his knees. Better get back to it; lunch is over he thinks to himself but really says out loud to a gaggle of tourists from Revere, Massachusetts. “Go get ‘em, Bowbby!” they say in response. He walks toward a federal building at a gait that anyone would label as “teetering” or “goofy,” but he thinks of as “power walking” or “a heel-forward clip.”

Teetering by several pristine government offices, Bob Mueller opens a black door, which reveals a hallway that has not been renovated in decades. It smells musty. Homey. Honest. He unlocks his office door and blurts out “what’have’we’got,gang?” It is a hive of productivity. In the back there are several cork boards with yarn radiating out from many axes, connecting disparate pieces of evidence. Trusted agents click-clack away at laptop keyboards, while others dig through crates of documents. Phones ring. An old stereo sounds a restrained jazzy beat. There are murmurs of “Hey, boss.” “Nothing yet.” “Too much to process.” “Hiya.”

Special Agent Sandra Willard slams her phone down. “Boss, it’s another flurry today.”

“Don’t I know it,” Mueller says, shaking his head, loosening one of his ties.

“Aiming for another write up in the New Yorker?” Sandra or Sandy if you prefer, asks, looking at the ties.

“Let’s just say it’s all part of the plan,” Mueller responds, winking at a blank wall as if someone were there. Two agents see this and exchange knowing looks. “Sandy, I ran into Tammy Baldwin at lunch today and she said that I shouldn’t worry about the time, but that I should keep my eye on it too. What the hell’s that mean?”

Sharpie in hand, Sandy writes this down on an index card and posts it on a cork board. “Cryptic. It’s something. We’re getting more used to this confusion every day,” she says shrugging. Index cards cover the boards with various phrases like “All is still in the moonlessness,” “It’s Mueller time,” “Four in one isn’t quite three of nine,” “Botched nose job,” etc.

“All will reveal itself,” Mueller declares, tapping his lip for ten minutes. “I also saw Souza today. He was telling me it wasn’t raining out.”

“Sure wasn’t. Wish it was. We really could use it,” Sandy adds. “But, then again, you can never trust a photographer, even when they’re right.”

“Agreed,” Mueller nods, pinning Souza’s name on the board for good measure. Unwrapping a Charleston Chew, he takes a generous bite. He gnaws, sizing up the board. He stares, shakes his head, rubs his eyes, still chewing. He unbuttons his blazer and places his hands in his pockets. “This is going nowhere,” he sputters between chews. Swallowing, he turns to everyone and says “You are all doing the work this country deserves. I can’t thank you enough and this citizenry owes you all a debt of gratitude. I’m a little stuck right now and need to work through some of this,” he explains, gesturing at a cluster of cards and strings, letting the day’s events wash over him. “I’m going to the gym.” High-fiving everyone he can on the way out, he grabs a copy of The Hilltop, Howard University’s best newspaper, by his estimation, to check for leads.

He teeters down the hallway and stumbles out into the bright sunlight. “Gosh darn it, Souza,” he mumbles, using one of his stronger oaths. He takes a hesitating step out onto the sidewalk. He can tell there is something off about how he is walking. He tries a few steps on his tip toes, then a few hops, then settles into stomping with his left foot and dragging his right foot to meet it.

Halfway to the gym is when his best frenemy and doppleganger, John Kerry, bursts out of a boarded up Border’s. “Typical,” Mueller thinks, “Just what I need.”

“Heya, Three Sticks,” Kerry calls out, “How’s the weather up there.” Kerry runs up and hip checks Mueller. “What’s with the two-step?”

Mueller doesn’t understand the reference. “John, have you spoken to Senator Baldwin lately?”

“Sure, she’s in my improv group.”

“She told me something kind of cryptic today, off the record, ya know. Something about how time was short.”

“Well, sure, Bob. Time is like a hand slowly circling a clock face. But you’d have to talk to someone on the Budget Committee to really understand it.”

Mueller finds this statement to be completely unhelpful. He tries to lose Kerry in a gaggle of 7th graders, but it doesn’t work because they’re both much taller than the kids. “Listen John, I need to get to the gym to do some reading.” He stomps off before Kerry can react.

At the gym, the twenty-something at the desk says, “Good Morning, Mr. Mueller, enjoy your workout.”

“It’s Mueller,” Mueller snaps, “Like bugler, with an ‘M,’ I mean it’s like bowler, like that hat.”

In the locker room, Mueller removes his remaining tie. It has a golf theme, with tees, and ball, and putters printed all over it. “Where the heck did I get this thing? Have I ever even played golf?” He promptly ties it around his waist.

He goes out into the gym to use his usual bench press. There is a new motivational sign on the wall next to him. “There’s only one today until tomorrow!” it reads. Mueller is struck by this sentiment. Surely it was placed here for him to see. Is it a threat or a clue? Mueller can’t tell. He leans back on the bench, places The Hilltop over his head and falls asleep.

A field, green with wildgrass. The sky is a golden yellow. The sun is strong. Bob Mueller can feel his jaw sharpening. He is far away from the district. He rolls over in the grass which feels like swimming. His hands stretch farther than normal and his feet feel light. He floats toward a tree and looks down at his watch. The numbers blink rhythmically. He clicks his heels together and notices a blue ribbon in a tree. He maneuvers up toward it. The air smells sweet. He reaches for the ribbon, grazing it with his hand. A gentle breeze lifts him toward it. He can touch it. He feels a sense of being late and something else. He should call home. And something else. He looks at the ribbon. There’s a message. “Oh great, just what I need, another message,” he says, only his voice pours out of his mouth like a thick, juicy marmalade. He raises the ribbon to read, but the words remain out of focus. He pulls it closer. Still blurry. He begins to wrap his head in it, starting from his neck up to his nose. He is about to cover the last bit of his face, his eyes, with the ribbon when the last part of the message abruptly comes into focus: “It’s time.”

[omegaqueencas]

everything that drowns me makes me wanna fly | a luna lovegood fanmix

O1. Fireflies by Owl City { i'd like to make myself believe that planet earth turns slowly. it's hard to say i'd rather stay awake when i'm asleep, ‘cause everything is never as it seems when I fall asleep. leave my door open just a crack ‘cause i feel like such an insomniac. why do i tire of counting sheep when i'm too tired to fall asleep? } O2. Slow and Steady by Of Monsters and Men { my dear old friend, take me for a spin. two wolves in the dark running in the wind. i'm letting go but i've never felt better. passing by all the monsters in my head, i move slow and steady but i feel like a waterfall. yeah, i move slow and steady past the ones that i used to know and i'm never ready 'cause i know time will never let me show what i want to show } O3. Mars by Sleeping at Last { we were full of life, we could barely hold it in. we were amateurs at war, strangers to suffering. we made our families proud but scared at the same time. we promised we'd be safe, another lie from the front lines. our backs against the wall, we're surrounded and afraid. our lives now in the hands of the soldiers taking aim. our questions ricochet like broken satellites. how our bodies, born to heal, become so prone to die? } O4. Imagine by John Lennon { imagine all the people living for today. imagine there's no countries, it isn't hard to do. nothing to kill or die for and no religion too. imagine all the people living life in peace. you may say i'm a dreamer, but i am not the only one. i hope someday you'll join us and the world will be as one } O5. Be Still by The Killers { be still, wild and young. long may your innocence reign like shells on the shore. may your limits be unknown, may your efforts be your own. if you ever feel like you can take it anymore, don't break character, you've got a lot of heart. is this real or just a dream? rise up like the sun, labour til the work is done. be still, close your eyes, soon enough you'll be on your own, steady and straight. and if they drag you through the mud, it doesn't change what's in your blood. over rock, over chain, over track, over plain. when they knock you down, don't break character } O6. Shiny Happy People by R.E.M. { shiny happy people holding hands, everyone around, love them, love them. put it in your hands, take it, take it. there's no time to cry, happy, happy. put it in your heart where tomorrow shines, gold and silver shine } O7. Never Let Me Go by Florence + the Machine { looking up from underneath, fractured moonlight on the sea, reflections still look the same to me as before I went under. and it's peaceful in the deep, cathedral where you cannot breathe, no need to pray, no need to speak. now i am under all and it's breaking over me, a thousand miles onto the sea bed, i found the place to rest my head, never let me go, never let me go } O8. Bright by Ecosmith { i think the universe is on my side, heaven and earth have finally aligned. days are good and that's the way it should be. you sprinkle stardust on my pillow case, it's like a moon beam brushed across my face. nights are good and that's the way it should be. i see colours in a different way, you make what doesn't matter fade to gray. life is good and that's the way it should be }  O9. My Way by Frank Sinatra { i've lived a life that's full, i traveled each and every highway. and more, much more than this, i did it my way. regrets, i've had a few, but then again, too few to mention. i did what i had to do and saw it through without exemption. yes, there were times, i'm sure you knew, when i bit off more than i could chew. but through it all, when there was doubt, i ate it up and spit it out. i faced it all and i stood tall and did it my way. i've loved, i've laughed and cried, i've had my fill, my share of losing } 1O. Return to Innocence by Enigma { don't be afraid to be weak, don't be too proud to be strong, just look into your heart, my friend, that will be the return to yourself, the return to innocence. if you want, then start to laugh, if you must, then start to cry, be yourself, don't hide, just believe in destiny. don't care what people say, just follow your own way. don't give up and use the chance to return to innocence } 11. Counting Stars by OneRepublic { i feel something so wrong doing the right thing. i couldn't lie, couldn't lie, couldn't lie, everything that drowns me makes me wanna fly. lately i've been losing sleep, dreaming about the things that we could be, but baby, i've been praying hard, said no more counting dollars, we'll be counting stars. take that money, watch it burn, sink in the river, the lessons are learnt. everything that kills me makes me feel alive } 12. Happy by Pharrell Williams { it might seem crazy what i'm about to say, sunshine, she's here, you can take a break. i'm a hot air balloon, i could go to space with the air like i don't care, baby by the way. because i'm happy, clap along if you feel like a room without a roof, clap along if you feel like happiness is the truth, clap along if you know what happiness is to you, clap along if you feel if that's what you wanna do } 13. We are Young by MIKA { with a crash and burn, we could make it better, turn it upside down, just you and me. we are the dream, no other way to be. we are young, we are strong, we're not looking for where we belong. we're not cool, we are free, and we're running with blood on our knees. what do they know about us? are they thinking of somebody else? are they wondering what we might be? are they thinking of you or of me? } 14. The Whole of the Moon by Celtic Woman { i pictured a rainbow, you held it in your hands. i had flashes but you saw the plan. i wandered out in the world for years while you just stayed in your room. i saw the crescent, you saw the whole of the moon. you were there at the turnstiles with the wind at your heels, you stretched for the starts and you know how it feels to reach too high, too far, too soon, you saw the whole of the moon. i spoke about wings, you just flew. i guessed, i wondered and i tried, you just knew } 15. Burn by Ellie Goulding { we don't have to worry about nothing 'cause we got the fire and we're burning one hell of a something. they're gonna see us from outer space. light it up, like we're the stars of the human race. when the lights turned down, they don't know what they heard. strike the match, play it loud, giving love to the world. we'll be raising our hands, shining up to the sky 'cause we got the fire, fire fire and we gonna let it burn, burn, burn, burn } 16. Conqueror by AURORA { broken mornings, broken nights and broken days in between. open ground, the sky is open makes an open sea. just like in fiction in every addiction, fantasy's taking over, awake me. i've been looking for the conqueror, but you don't seem to come my way. i've been looking for the only one, but you don't seem to come my way } 17. The Humming by Enya { and all the light will be, will be. and all the future, prophecy. and all the waves, the sea, the sea. and on the road are you and me. and all the winds are like a kiss. and all the years are nemesis. and all the moments fall in mist. and all is dust, remember this. and all the dust will drift away. and all the nights, and all the days. and all the heavens go their way. and only change is here to stay. and all the stars without a name. and all the skies that look the same. and all the clouds that fade and then, then all of this begins again } 18. Brand New Day by Ryan Star { dream, send me a sign, turn back the clock, give me some time. i need to break out and make a new name, let's open our eyes to the brand new day. it's a brand new day, i know it's a brand new day, come on to the brand new day } 19. I'm still here by Goo Goo Dolls {  they can't break me as long as i know who i am and i want a moment to be real, wanna touch things i don't feel, wanna hold on and feel i belong. and how can the world want me to change? they're the ones that stay the same. they can't see me but i'm still here. they can't tell me who to be 'cause i'm not what they see. yeah, the world's still sleeping while i keep on dreaming for me. and their words are just whispers and lies that i'll never believe } 2O. In the Embers by Sleeping at Last { we live and we die like fireworks, our legacies hide in the embers. may our stories catch fire and burn bright enough to catch god's eye. we live and we die. like fireworks we pull apart the dark, compete against the stars with all of our hearts till our temporary brilliance turns to ash, we pull apart the darkness while we can }

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[swan1974-blog]

Sam and swan

The next morning, Swan was in his taping room watching tapes of him and Sam. They were playing ball, laughing, having a good time, which has long been a distant memory for Swan. The song Beautiful Boy by John Lennon came on, and Swan's eyes filled with tears during the song. He is kind of in a emotional pain because he misses Sam. His eyes give off a worrying sad look. He's gritting his teeth giving a look of fear and worry. "Close your eyes. Have no fear. The monster's gone. He's on the run and your daddy's here, John Lennon sang in the song. Swan listened to the song carefully. He knew Sam wasn't hurting anymore. He thought of the monster as his wife. John Lennon sings in the song ,Before you go to sleep say a little prayer. Everyday in every way it's getting better and better, Swan wanted badly to believe that. His wife could have cared less Sam was dead or alive. His anger towards his wife was so evil when she died he felt unbelievably numb. He felt like he needed to play karma for his daughter, so he did. Then the song One More Angel came on and he began to wail during the song. The floodgates in his eyes came rushing out with no end on sight. "Lord, did you really need her more than me?!" he screamed. Suddenly on the home video screen he saw Sam turn towards him and made eye contact. Swan was shocked, this didn't happen many times he played the tape. "Daddy, I am in a better place, and I know one day you will be here too. I am here for you in there," Sam said, suddenly Swan gasped as a physical hand reached through the screen and poked his chest where his heart was. He knew he was going crazy, but didn't care. He grabbed at her hand as the arm slowly reached back in the screen. For a minute they DID held each other's hand and did not complain. Swan sadly says,NOOO DON'T LEAVE ME! Then swan slowly gets out of his chair and gets very emotional. Then Swan kneeled on the floor in sadness and yelled,Fuck! Swan slammed his fists on the floor hard,his shoulders shaking,heavily breathing in pain. He felt a tight chest pain on his heart. Swan yelled,I FEEL LIKE I AM HAVING A HEART ATTACK! Damn it! He didn't want to live forever, so he wasn't thoroughly shocked. He wanted badly to see Sam again. Swan was bawling his eyes out in emotional pain. Swan then now felt the hot,burning tears,blurring his vision,now sadly bowing his head down in despair. Swan whispered to himself,I know I am acting ridiculous, but I could care less! Then Swan looked at Sam more on the screen with such a pained expression on his face. He could hear the shake in his tone, he then yelled,I miss you Samantha, Why! why did you leave so soon... Now He held his head in his hands. Then he hears willy's voice singing the boat poem And swan gets crazed. Swan screamed like Willy Then Swan cried on the floor in fetal position while putting his Hand On the screen gently where he sees her smiling face and tried to caress the screen to make it seem he's touching her. Swan says,This is all I can do to give myself the illusion of being physically with you at this moment. He knew she was there in spirit and not in flesh but he wanted her to. He would see her again. He wanted to believe that. He sadly smilies and saying,my loving daughter I love you... Wish you were here... He began to moan and weep. Swan says, You know what? Swan gets up He Gets a picture of Sam off the wall and hugged it. He kissed her on the cheek pretending it was a physical cheek and not glass. He said, "At least YOU are not hurting. I know i am hurting, but I am more glad to hear you are okay. I love you more than myself. We will meet again and I can hardly wait." He put the picture back on the wall and and resumed in composure his duties. We fade to black as we see swan coming out of the mirror, The next day, Swan goes to the taping room and he slit his wrists and says,I'm sorry Sam... We see swan disturbed expressions when he heard Sam's voice. Swan played David Bowie lazarus in the background. Swan thought Was solitude a factor in it all? The need of wanting to be with his daughter the reason for his drastic course of action that lead him to be locked up in the taping room? That was the only rational explanation for his hasty course of action. When his gaze went back to her face on the projector screen. he saw that he was staring grimly at his left arm, specifically at his wrist. He said to himself,They'll disappear soon. The stitches. Swan heard the verses Look up here, I'm in heaven I've got scars that can't be seen I've got drama, can't be stolen Everybody knows me now Look up here, man, I'm in danger I've got nothing left to lose I'm so high it makes my brain whirl Dropped my cell phone down below Ain't that just like me? during the song, Swan gets out a kitchen knife and aimed it at his throat Swan chose the song because he looks like he has it all when he has a world of hurt after losing Sam. He now felt he lost everything when he lost her and all he feels he has are losses and not wins. Swan shaked so hard that he began to cry as he thought about suicide more to be just with Sam. He couldn't do it with crying, He sadly says to himself,she wouldn't like to see me like this... When he does He fell into the floor Then sees Sam shocked. Sam yelled,DADDY, NO NO NO NO NO NOOOOO! PLEASE STOP, DADDY! Swan woke up. Swan sadly says,WHAT HAVE I DONE? I FEEL SO BAD ABOUT IT. Sam touched his bloodied neck and the flesh repaired itself Sam tried to use her angelic powers to heal him. Sam felt good when her powers were used. Sam says,I LOVE YOU, DADDY! Swan says,I LOVE YOU TOO, SAMMY. Sam says,don't do that ever again You scared me! Swan says, OKAY, I PROMISE... Swan lets go of the knife,the knife fell on the floor. Then seeing Sam disappear with a frown. "I think…" swan's voice fizzled out. Swan wanted to give an explanation why he tried to kill himself. But the reason behind his suicide attempt was unsure,fuzzy. It's mostly because of Sam. Swan Chewing his lips musingly Swan let his thoughts and emotions take over him. There was these deep, intense sensations of loneliness, unhappiness burning inside of swan. Hurting his spirit. Could he have done it because he had this sense of abandonment? Swan thought No, was it more than that? It was due to him missing someone… Missing his daughter. As he said to Sam in the dream hours before,he had missed her tremendously in the last 51 years. It was like part of his soul was missing,he was incomplete. Oh swan had his friends….erin and Jen. and the others. But the time spent with them was never enough, was it? There were numerous times when he felt depressed throughout the last several years. At the time swan believed it was due to what had happened to her Sam sees swan. "Are you okay?" Sam's kind, soft voice cut through swan's musings like a knife. Shaking himself, Swan craned his face back to his and gave a weak sombre smile. Swan says,Not really. I just feel a little depressed. I'm going to lie down for half an hour Sam says,No problem. sam stepped aside and said,Remember, I'm here if you want to talk Sam faded away, Swan gave a slow meek nod and entered his room, leaving the door slightly ajar as he dejectedly walked to his bed. Emotions collided and crashed together. Heartache, sadness, anger, frustration. A stream of tears began to stroll down his flushed red cheeks and with a stifled sob. swan buried his face into the pillow and let his grief pour out. It wasn't long until he had drifted to sleep… Darkness slowly washed over the room, as a figure appeared at the left side of his bed. Sam stared absorbedly down at swan as his haggard, soft sobs resonated in the room. The corner of Sam's lips curled downwards. This was unexpected. It never crossed sam's mind that he would fall asleep again this morning and why the fuck was swan in this state? Sobbing like a frightened little girl? Had something happened to him in the waking world? Leaning swan's slim body forward the cool tips of her blades glided effortlessly along his locks, pushing them away from swan's ashen face. Soon he began to stir, sniffling quietly as his eyes fluttered opened to stare at sam, As if a surge of energy electrocuted through swan's body, Swan sprang up to a sitting position, surprised and delighted that she was at his side. Swan's mouth dropped opened as he tried to muster words together. "I-I…" Sam cupped his chin with her blemished hand and said,What is it daddy? In one swoop his right hand recoiled around sam's, entangling swan's fingers with sam's Tightening swan's grip on her flesh. Not daring to let go. The frown never disappeared on Sam's face as she crouched down to face sam. Delicately her Freddy claw slithered around the back of swan's head, trying to distinguish his thoughts. But they were cluttered and disjointed. What was going on with swan? Oh Sam could tell from the frantic breathing, the soft weeping that told Sam,swan was terrified of losing Sam. It worried her a lot because he still loved her and wanted to die with her. She knew But there was something else. Swan shivered and took a long, shaky deep breath to compose himself . His eyes pleaded with Sam. Swan sadly says,Sammy….would you lie with me? Please? A clandestine grin spread across Sam's lips. This certainly was unanticipated. She gently rubbed swan's chin with the leather thumb of her claw and gave a curt nod. For a brief moment a pleased smirk played at swan's lips as she scurried across to the far edge of the single bed, allowing sam to sit on the other edge. Swan discreetly tugged at Sam's hand as if he was demanding her to lie down. Sam noticed this and titled her head to the side, studying swan closely. Though she never moved an inch. Swan's eyes narrowed slightly, a flash of annoyance flickering in them at her lack of response and swan yanked at her hand again. She licked her lips deftly and climbed fully upon the bed, to press her upper body against the head board. Swan didn't waste any more time in nestling his head against her chest and wrapped his right arm around her waist tightly. Craning, Sam's head down towards swan. Sam saw that his fingers were digging into the fabric of her frayed jumper, a little too eagerly than swan would normally do. It was a little possessive in swan's stance towards her. Something that was unlike him. A muffled mumbled trembled from his lips as swan slowly drifted into a serene sleep. After a few more minutes, Sam found her voice, directing her question to the demon's shadows that were congregated in the corner of the room watching the scene before them. Sam says,What's wrong with him? Her blades swathed around the back of his head as sam caressed her father's tresses tenderly. Sam says,He never acts this way around me. Not since he's back In my life. Swan has been thinking about why he tired to kill himself and she believes he has came up with a explanation behind his actions. Swan says,it's because I love you and never got over you. Sam gave a quiet 'mmm' in response. Sam's attention was drawn to his sleeping visage again as swan absently snuggled against Sam's slim body again. Shifting his body on the mattress, sam entwined her left leg over swan's, pinning the lower half of his body against her on the bed and with a sly grin, Sam stooped to kiss his lips quickly. Swan sadly smilies. Sam says,I'll ask him next time when he is in a more talkative mood She paused as she tried in vain to read his emotions. She couldn't but she thought he was in so much emotional pain That he needed to be alone. Sam slowly fades away from swan,sadly smiling. We slowly fade to black as we see swan smiling and going to sleep.