That morning, Joe woke up to Ozzy snuffling curiously at his face and he grunted in surprise, reaching out to smack her away before he turned over in the bed and tried to burrow closer to Dale. The only problem with that plan was that Dale was either up already or just further away than Joe had expected and he made another sleepy noise as he ( Read more... )

( And in the end... )

Joe was deeply shaken from his run in with Dale and... whatever the fuck was inside the other version of Dale. He didn't know what the fuck to trust anymore, not when one of the few people on the island he did trust had a fucking double running around. It bothered him more than he even knew how to say and he headed back to the Hamlet, his hands ( Read more... )

When Joe woke up that morning to find his skeleton in bed between his body and Dale's, he barely even reacted, just turned over and closed his eyes and tried to get back to sleep. It wasn't anything different, it was the exact same shit that Bucky pulled on him every single day and he was getting pretty fucking tired of it. If he could just get ( Read more... )