#heheheHEHEHEHE man i gotta come up with a tag for this au in particular.....HMMMMM something to think on

[queenofbaws]

I do seem to recall you hinting for a prompt of this nature earlier this week, so consider this your excuse to write six-sentences of Josh 'assissting' Abi and/or Emma in their camp roles 💖

It was luck and luck alone that kept her from launching the armful of crayon boxes into the air as she stepped into the art cabin and found the, the...thing on the main chalkboard staring back at her.

"Holy mo - what is that?!" Abi gasped, overcompensating in her shock by hugging the crayons closer to her chest, squeezing them tightly enough that one of the flimsy cardboard boxes began to warp.

Josh didn't turn towards her; he reached an arm up, his hands both ghostly pale from blending chalk in as shading, and used the crook of his elbow to wipe a bead of sweat from his temple before going back to his work. "Whaddya mean what is it...you said it yourself, Abs, today's self-portrait day, don't act like you don't know my ugly mug when you see it."

"That..." she started, setting the crayons down onto one of the nearby tables with shaking arms, worried that if she broke eye contact with the ghoulish eyes peering through her soul she might very literally drop dead of a curse, "...that is not you, Josh, I'm sorry."

"It's me as a flyblown corpse found at the bottom of an abandoned mineshaft - it's called artistic license," he explained, using the same tone of voice she herself took on when telling the campers squares and rectangles were not, in fact, the same shape; he lowered his voice a second later, though, tempering it with what might've actually been affront as he muttered, "Everyone's a critic these days, swear to God..."

six sentence sat(or)sunday!!!