I'ᴍ ɴᴏᴛ sɪᴄᴋ ʙᴜᴛ I'ᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ᴡᴇʟʟ ( closed )

[stations]

Who: Jack Townsend & Co.
When: Month of April
Where: Nocwich; Thorne; The Horizon;
What: April Catch-All
Warnings: language, psychological horror, likely mentions of drugs, amputations, gaslighting, mental instability

Pᴜᴛ ᴍᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴏsᴘɪᴛᴀʟ ғᴏʀ ɴᴇʀᴠᴇs
Aɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇʏ ʜᴀᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏᴍᴍɪᴛ ᴍᴇ
Yᴏᴜ ᴛᴏʟᴅ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴀʟʟ I ᴡᴀs ᴄʀᴀᴢʏ
Tʜᴇʏ ᴄᴜᴛ ᴏғғ ᴍʏ ʟᴇɢs, ɴᴏᴡ I'ᴍ ᴀɴ ᴀᴍᴘᴜᴛᴇᴇ, Gᴏᴅ ᴅᴀᴍɴ ʏᴏᴜ

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truly excellent question

[stations]

"I have... absolutely no idea," Jack admits bluntly, picking up his plate and fork. "I don't know where on the domestication spectrum to place mutated dream raccoons magically summoned into being. I don't even know where to place real Rita."

The one back home, he means. Technically wild, he supposes, though she lives under the gas station, eats dog food, and obeys simple commands. It's hard to say.

In any case, this Rita seems suspicious of the peace offering. She stares at Kyle for a long, silent moment. Tentatively approaches, reaching out her little almost-human hand slowly, then quickly scoops the berry away to begin munching. When no tricks occur and the berry prize is successfully nommed, she waddles peacefully away to disappear again beneath Jack's bed. Two glowing eyes peer out, blink unevenly, and then go completely dark.

"She's mainly just been hiding under there," Jack explains, spearing a bit of chicken and bringing it to his mouth. "If she's anything like the other Rita, I think she'll probably just sleep most of the time."

[ushiri]

Kahlil grins widely as Rita waddles back to her 'cave'. With any lucky, the berry's magical properties will satiate her hunger for as long as it does for humans and the warmth'll make her comfortable.

Maybe it won't be that bad.

With the beast temporarily subdued, Kahlil climbs back onto the bed. Jack's shoved vegetables back on his plate, but something about rodent fingers touching everything has tempered his appetite. He picks at pieces of meat with his fork, none of it making it to his mouth. He shrugs.

"As long as she doesn't bother the staff too badly, it'll probably be fine."

He gives up on his plate and leans over Jack's legs to grab one of the paperbacks off the nightstand. An eyebrow raises.

"But you're in charge of cleaning up after her."

He's not cleaning up raccoon urine and feces.