❝They made a monster out of me.❞ ⁝ ⦁ ⁝ RP+21 ◈ Highly AU ◈ Crossovers » X-Men ◈ Mutant ◈ @IDoWhatINeedTo's protégé ◈ #AMOS ⁝ #NoShips ›› #Hyde ⁝ ⦁ ｢011｣
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❝They made a monster out of me...❞
— Independent portrayal, loosely influenced by: ✧ Stranger Things, X-Men, and MCU.
— Highly AU ⁝ IC ➝ Crossovers.
— Age may vary to suit SLs.
— Descriptive & detailed.
— SLs & banter.
— ｢#Hyde｣
I nodded, more enthusiastically this time, a smile on my face.
"Same," I echoed while slowly jabbing a finger against his chest, then doing the same with mine.
Somehow, from the very beginning, we were the same. And there was definitely a strange kind of comfort in that.
"White hair."
I brought his fingers up to touch my head now, peering at him.
My hair was much longer now. I could look like him.
"You. Me. Same."
"Free!" My face splits into a grin.
That meant hunting down the house with the carved pumpkins, getting the all the sweets, and walking away.
I could do that.
But his choice of words gave me pause.
"No nice people?"
Brows knitted together.
I had seen a poster of them in >
"Many rules."
I pinched the tip of my nose.
Although I liked the idea of candy.
"No pay?"
I still remember people running after me when I took some items and walked away without giving them money.
"Match." I nodded, pointing at us again.
"Real?"
Fingers reached up to tug a strand of hair lightly.
He looked... different. Older.
I could still recognize him, of course. I could also feel his mind, which helped a lot to find some sort of comfort. I knew he wanted to go out and show me how this worked, but I >
"Tradition," I murmured, still trying to wrap my head around it.
I make a 'knock-knock' gesture as if it questioning it. My eyes dropped to my current outfit before meeting his gaze again.
"Custome?" I pointed at us in turn, already wondering what he had in mind.
"Have to?" An echo of words, confusion plain across my features. A compulsion? Was there a rule for this?
"Costume?" The idea of both made my eyes glint with both curiosity and excitement.
So, how are we celebrating, then? Never did before. I just heard some kids talking about it and I'm curious now.
"Welcome."
I speared the stack with the fork, dividing it in half, bringing mine to my plate.
I nodded.
Pancakes were comforting. Especially fluffy like this.
I paused, glancing around.
"Syrup?"
Just then, the milk started to boil, and I stood to turn off the stove.
>
When?
Does he at least have honey? It's not as good but it might do...
I have only enough butter to top this.
Sam's features lit up, and there was a twinkle in his eyes I couldn't quite decipher.
But he looked... happy? Maybe?
I nodded again, blowing a strand of hair from my face, eyes crossing.
I followed the recipe I had memoried to a T, and took my time to make a stack of fluffy richness on a plate.
Of course I made enough to end in a 'food coma' like Dustin usually called it.
Once I was done, I returned to the table, plopping down onto a chair next to him.
I made a face at him when he made me pause, and continued to make breakfast for us.
I didn't ( have ) to, but I ( wanted ) to.
He didn't really have much there, but at least I could make pancakes. Fluffy, the way I liked them.