#kasper has a mad case of the brain scrambles poor lil guy

[safyresky]

23/ 10 for the cs spoilers! If you're still doing those that is!

Oh baby, this is a Halloween special!!!! I am a SLUT for spoilers, ESPECIALLY my own!!!! 😎

Chapter 23 is already posted? So a bit of a fuck up by ah, YOURS TRULY there lmao. This is what I get for making a prologue a chapter ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

So we'll boost this to 24/3 and here we go~

Chapter 24: Scene 3

Hiding in the kitchen by the dishwasher, Kasper was trying his very best to resist the urge to vomit all over the place. Not because of the smell (though that was a contributing factor that came with the territory of an industrial dishwasher), no.

It was because of what he had just done.

Hands shaking, wiping the sweat off his palms, he reached into his vest, pulling out not one, but two empty vials.

He shouldn’t be doing this; he shouldn’t. But his sister…he couldn’t see her get hurt!

And if you keep this up, a whole other brother is going to see his sister get hurt…

What could he do? Who could he tell? Nobody! The Man would know. He would know, and he would hurt her—

I’ll be okay, she had said. You need to tell someone.

She’d promised she’d be fine. But how did she know? How could she be so sure she’d be okay? Kasper was out here doing everything he could to keep her safe and still had no guarantee she’d be fine.

She had sounded so sure; but Kasper didn’t feel so sure about it at all.

He wasn’t sure about anything anymore.

Because that’s what it was, deep, deep down. He was so uncertain about everything. Yes, what he was doing was wrong. But was it wrong to want to keep your loved ones safe? By any means necessary? Or when you only have the one option, because everything just seems so much bigger than you are and you’ve got no idea HOW to keep her safe so you go along with the only option you have? Even if it’s wrong?

He sighed. Frustrated.

He was just as trapped as Polly was.

What else could he do?

Taking a deep breath and very nearly dry heaving, Kasper slid the vials back into his pocket, dragging himself back into the lunch rush and feeling very truly awful, right down to his core.