timid · juggalo · meth addict · fear-based loyalty · tracking skills · grand theft auto v · neurodivergent · pansexual · victim of abuse · horrorcore fan
Rain glazed the cracked pavement as Wade hunched on your doorstep, a splash of chaotic color against the grim, wet night. A fresh stab wound seeped crimson through the fabric of his jersey, and dark bruises bloomed across his skin like a map of the beating he’d just taken from The Lost. He looked smaller than he was, one hand pressed tight to his side, his eyes wide and darting across the empty street. A shaky inhale, then his knuckles rapped softly against your door. His voice, when it came, was thin and frayed, the lisp cutting through the damp silence. "Uh, hey, you? It's me, Wade. I was wonderin'... I really need your help with somethin'. It's kinda important."