[Second Floor] I will not freak out I will not freak out I will not freak out

[slasher_slayer]

All Cassie had gone to do was get lunch. She'd done it before. A million times. Well, it'd felt like a million times. She'd stopped at the ice cream place to get Pooch ice cream. It was weird how the demon dog from some fucked up hell dimension liked something so cold, but he'd reassured her that he'd eat all of it and wouldn't let any of it mess

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[makeshisownway]

Peter ran his hands through his hair as he walked down the hallway to his room. Things had gotten weird. He suddenly felt like he couldn't stand being alone. Maybe it was a rebound from being empathic naturally or something? It didn't make much sense. He was always around people, but didn't midn being alone for a few hours. Now, he couldn't stand the thought. It literally terrified him.

He stopped and looked over his shoulder when he heard a door slam shut. No one was having an argument, and he didn't hear any running. He glanced around before quickly edging to the door that had been slammed. He pressed his ear against the door, hearing the erratic breathing. Great, someone was going to have a cardiac arrest at this rate. Peter opened the door and looked down to find Cassie on the floor, balled up.

"...Cassie?"

[slasher_slayer]

When Cassie heard the doorknob turn, a small squeak escaped her and she squeezed her eyes shut, afraid of who...or what was going to be on the other side. She bit her bottom lip, heart beating away at her ribcage.

When she heard her name, she opened her eyes, blinking away the beginnings of tears and looked up to find the paramedic...nurse...whatever. Peter. The superhero.

"Oh....hey," Cassie said, trying to sound not at all awkward and failing at it.

How do you play off cowering in a closet? You don't.

[makeshisownway]

"Hey."

He glanced over his shoulder then squatted down in front of her. Alright, Cassie was a pretty tough girl. She took a beam to the back and walked around the hospital. So, why was she cowering in a closet? It seemed pretty opposite of what she was.

"I think we're kind of too old for blanket forts."

[slasher_slayer]

Her stomach sank when he crouched down beside her and she bit the inside of her cheek. This was a terrible second impression. Or was it the third? Did the texting count? She didn't even know why she cared if whether or not she impressed him. But she did.

"I'm not building a fort," Cassie replied, frowning a little. "I'm..." she grimaced, "hiding. Badly."