5-19-12 | 5k words
This chapter feels so embarrassing to post
y'all don't understand, like I feel like I don't
even have the right.
Im really disappointed in how this chapter turned
out lmfao, apologies in advance.
I changed this chapter slightly from when I
accidentally posted it like a fucking idiot lol.
Haha angst go brr
TW//
sort of PTSD?? Idk how to explain it, Wilbur lowkey flips
and tommy yells at him for a solid like twenty minutes, giving him
a reality check . And there are, like, flashbacks in this kinda. of
really vague but graphic ATTEMPTED MURDER (your favourite
Schlattbur story y'all <3)
yeah theres a flashback at the start sorta idk </3 all of them r
in italic u'll notice it
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October 11th, 2013.
Everywhere screaming, yelling kids all around me. It was like a fucking battlefield. Unsupervised children ages 4-13 (maybe) all crawling around like little hamsters as their parents got a break from their terrible disgusting kids for half an hour.
I didn't like it.
I didn't like alot of things other kids liked. I didn't like recess, I didn't like gym, I didn't like ketchup, I didn't like chalk, I didn't like silence, but ironically enough when the room got too loud I would flip out. Alot of the adults in my life would refer to me as a 'space cadet', it took me awhile to figure out this was infact, a negative nickname.
Turns out, McDonalds play-place was another jotnote on Williams-extensive list of 'do-not-likes.'
Not only had I just witnessed one child vomit on the soft foam mats while another strips naked but I didn't trust the ball pit. Nor did I trust the brightly coloured hamster-like-toobing which looked like a one way ticket to getting lost and then, subsequently dying.
The playplace was sort of in layers, like an obstacle course. To progress a layer, you must go through a very easy 'hurtle' to do so. I hadn't ventured far enough to see what was past the 2nd floor, but from looking at it before I had entered (entered what would possibly be the worst mistake in my life) I could see it was pretty tall. Maybe seven or so "floors", each floor with two obstacles each. The rooms were almost hallway-like, One of the two obstacle rooms always elevated slightly higher than the other.
I had come to find every rooms wall was either a soft foam padding, something I assumed would be used in an insane asylum (from refrencing what I saw from the TV whilst hiding behind the couch as my parents watched the adult shows that would only play at night, anyway.) very thick glass (for children to peer out at their parents and wave) or a thin (but I like to believe sturdy) mesh. The colourful foam made me sick, it was grimy and stained and I can only assume never washed.
If you hadn't guessed, I didn't want to be there. Although when you're nine you don't have much choice of where you stay, do you? (Hint: no.)
Like I said, I sort of broke down on only the 2nd layer. On this layer, the ground was your sunken in a foot or so and there were these little spinny balance thingys suspended at the ceiling which would hover at actual ground level. I didn't even know what they were, but they were stupid.
