The writer frowned as he heard footsteps. A stranger? Someone else in the dark place? Alan was unsure of who the person was. But it definitely was better than the shadows. Alan moved over to them. “Hey! You’re…The actor. We met at Door’s show.” He said, gripping his gun tight.

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The writer is looking for @IJustScratchOut. Blood trickling down his side, Alan whined and winced with every step. Shit. Where was the light?

Saga?

Offers her a cup of coffee.

If you see him beating up some paparazzi…. Don’t worry about it.

The writer lets out a soft laugh. He nodded. “For as long as you want.” He cooed, “I won’t go anywhere.”

Alan hadn’t slept. Or at least, not much. But he curled up around Tim, his presence soothing his mind already. A smile as the writer gently presses a kiss to their cheek. “I’m here.”

Rocking back and forth…. Oh boy….

Blinks. Did she not hear him? Clearing his throat. “Ahem…. Rose?”

I didn’t call you a nerd

All the best people are crazy. Or so he’s heard…

Alan feels the same way. Except less shooting, and more shadowy figures…

Yes. That warrants a fuck you.

You started it.

Fuck you.