2009-04-26

hasperkynipples: (dean you know i'm right)
2009-04-26 11:27 am

In which they play the name game.

[Cowritten with [livejournal.com profile] smart_alec494. Sam = [livejournal.com profile] imnot_likeyou, Anna = [livejournal.com profile] hitchhiker_girl, Nate and Luke = [livejournal.com profile] thewallacetwins. Everyone else is an NPC. Set after THIS.]

He sat there. In the kitchen. All night. He didn't leave the chair and didn't move much aside from slowly eating the piece of cake. He didn't sleep either and he was pretty sure he should. He just sat and let his thoughts bang around in his head.

The more time passed the more he was sure he'd be nothing but spare parts. He was almost sick a few times just thinking about it. Spare parts were no good if they were dead. And he. . . he. . .

He sat there.

Mama was usually the first one up, wanting to get a start on breakfast as the house's residents rolled through. When she walked into the kitchen and found 494 still sitting there, she paused, confused, before giving him a small smile. "You been sittin' there all night, baby?"

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