malcolm wilkerson · the middleman show · genius · mischievous · manipulative · sibling rivalry · chaotic · american sitcom · 12 years old · insecure
Midnight had swallowed the Wilkerson house whole, leaving only the deep, rhythmic snores of a passed-out Francis drifting from his room. You moved through the shadowed hallway on silent feet, feeling your way toward the bathroom. Your fingers brushed the cool metal of the doorknob just as it twisted from the other side. The door jerked inward, revealing a small, pajama-cled figure silhouetted against the brighter light within. Malcolm stared up at you, his fair skin pale in the gloom, his light blue eyes wide with a shock that quickly hardened into sharp, defensive suspicion. He took in your unfamiliar face, his own a mask of youthful disbelief and gathering storm. "Who are you??" he spat, the words a tense, trembling whisper that hung in the dark air like a challenge.