3rd Shoe of Baileys - Phone then Action

[shoeofbaileys]

Old Gregg find out he supposed to be watchin’ children, cause that’s what this old town told him to do. And Old Gregg don’t wanna turn into one of those creepy shits that ain’t got no mind and don’t do nothing, like the two little ones livin’ in Old Gregg’s house.

So who wanna let Old Gregg take care of their children?

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[numanstan]

[oh god oh god oh god

Yeah, he's barricaded himself in the upstairs bathroom with a shovel. You may hear his tears.]

[shoeofbaileys]

[He's just...fucking around downstairs at the moment, screaming your name and his as he throws things this way and that. From the sound of it, he's probably broken at least one lamp by this point.

He finally heads upstairs, knocking on each door. He knows where you probably are, Vince, but he's just fucking around with you at the moment.

He stops at the bathroom door, knocks on it, and then waits a moment.]

Hey Stumpy, you in there?

IT'S OLD GREGG!!

[numanstan]

Nope, I'm not in right now! Please leave a message after the beep!

[TRYING TO SMASH THE WINDOW OPEN]

Beeeeeeeeeep!

[shoeofbaileys]

Old Gregg's got a message for Vince.

Hey Vince. Old Gregg wanna know where Howard is. Then Old Gregg not gonna have to pull out your lungs and saute 'em.

[Oh, he can hear that slamming, Vince. He's going to try and kick against the door. It's bulging in, but it doesn't seem to be giving yet.]

[numanstan]

Like hell I'm gonna tell you! I'm not just gonna sit back and let y'do somethin' weird to my best friend!

[GODDAMN WINDOW BREAK DAMMIT BREAK]

[shoeofbaileys]

[Still kicking against the door. It's starting to splint, Vince.]

You tryin' to keep Old Gregg away from his man? Old Gregg gonna find a way to keep you from walkin'!

[He stops kicking the door and moves back a few steps, elbow out, intending to give one final surge to bash the door in. Better get to work even quicker on that window, Vince.]

[numanstan]

He ain't yours, y'weirdo!

[HEY YOU KNOW WHAT HURTS?

CRAWLING THROUGH BROKEN GLASS.

BUT YOU KNOW WHAT HURTS WORSE?

LOSING LIMBS]

[shoeofbaileys]

[And he busts in through the bathroom door, scowling as he sees Vince trying to make his daring escape. Vince not getting turned into a pathetic stump of a man? Fuck that shit. He's gonna try to grab you by the legs and pull you back, Vince.]

He loves me! He told me he loves me! He told Old Gregg!

Howard loves Old Gregg!

[numanstan]

[Hey, remember that shovel?

Because Vince is now swinging that shit in Gregg's general direction with the panicked fury of a man who knows he's minutes away from a most painful death.]

HE'S! NOT! YOURS! YOU! FREAK!

[shoeofbaileys]

[Yeah, Old Gregg's moving away from that. Don't really need to be any kind of genius to know that's going to hurt like a motherfucker. It also becomes pretty obvious now that he's wearing a belt around his dress in order to hold a small hacksaw. Considering he doesn't have his strength anymore, he was just going to make due with what he could.]

He is Old Gregg's! Was Old Gregg's the moment he sat his pretty little self in his boat on Black Lake, and he's gonna be Old Gregg's 'til Old Gregg say he ain't!

[He's going to pick up a bar of soap from beside the sink and try to throw it Vince to distract him.]

[numanstan]

He doesn't wanna be yours! Just leave him alone already and get a bloody life!

[brb trying to climb out the second story window again]

[shoeofbaileys]

[Right now, Gregg's just standing still, staring as Vince tries and gets away.]

He is mine. Old Gregg got a life: he got Howard's. And if he ain't got Howard's, then Old Gregg's gonna be all torn up. Yes sir. And maybe he'll take someone else's.

Maybe he'll take someone one of the people that lives with ya here, Vince. Yes sir. Maybe Old Gregg'll just keep takin', til someone starts giving.

[numanstan]

[This gives Vince pause. Will he actually decide that someone else's life, the life of the young boy this town has decided is his son, is worth more than his own?]

... Nah, Four'll be alright.

[brb jumping onto the top of his van]

[shoeofbaileys]

[Son of a bitch. He supposed he knew that probably wouldn't work, but it doesn't stop him from getting pretty irate. Why won't this stupid little pretty boy just tell him where Howard is and/or let him cut off his limbs.

Rushing back downstairs and busting through the front door, taking out the small hacksaw he bought and running towards the van.]

I'M OLD GREGG!!

[numanstan]

I know! That's the problem!

[He is fucking FLOORING that shit, despite the fact that he has absolutely no idea how to drive besides one pedal makes it go and the other makes it stop. But, that's all he needs, so who cares if he takes out two mailboxes, three cats, and a small shrub in his haste?]

[shoeofbaileys]

[Old Gregg just keeps on chasing for awhile, throwing the hacksaw at the back of the van, which simply rebounds off the back window. Eventually, even Old Gregg has to admit he can't outrun a van, and he just watches you speed off.

He thinks about going back to your house to wait for you or the kid living with you, but fuck that shit. He's tired and he's just gonna head on off back home. He'll tear you apart later Stumpy.]