Peter starts his morning the way he usually does-he wakes up in his bunk, his hair a complete mess and feeling very much like he should just keep sleeping. However, it's new people day. The train is going to come out of the void and pick up new people from that weird train station. Which means he's up a little earlier than normal and pulls on clothes. He leaves the polo though and pulls his hoodie over his head and moves out the door.
He fights off a huge yawn before going to the dining car for a bit of breakfast before the electronic voice above alerts them exiting the void. He sticks where he is and once the jolt is over goes about like it never happened.
It isn't long before they stop and they can exit the train. Who's coming aboard this time? He's not sure why but there's an uneasy feeling deep in his stomach about today. Maybe he should have just stayed in bed.
He shoves the thought aside and steps out of the train, the doors sliding open. They moment they do his senses don't just prickle like they normal do on new passenger day, the SCREAM at him that something is wrong-that he's in danger.
Automatically, he starts to look around for the source and spots it so quickly his head feels like it's spinning and his skin feels like it's crawling. His stomach is tying up in knots and he starts to back away before he can be spotted.
He recognizes that almost white-blond hair and that deceitful smile. Shit! Where's Buttercup? Where are the other kids? He looks around to see if he can find them but it doesn't seem like they've gotten off the train yet.
What should he do? There's no way they can get away with just leaving him here, is there? But Skip can't be allowed near anyone-he won't allow it.
"Einstein! Long time no see!" Peter hears that bastard talking and realizes a second too late he's crossing over to him with that stupid smile and almost friendly-like swagger of his. Almost like he didn't even care-like what he'd done was nothing.
Peter opens his mouth, a little. He wants to tell him to go away, to get the hell away from him but he can't, it's like he's stuck-the words are lodged in his throat and all he can do is look on helplessly as the man approaches. He feels just like he did when he was ten-he's too scared to move.
for runs-on-batteries | CW: Skip Wescott
He fights off a huge yawn before going to the dining car for a bit of breakfast before the electronic voice above alerts them exiting the void. He sticks where he is and once the jolt is over goes about like it never happened.
It isn't long before they stop and they can exit the train. Who's coming aboard this time? He's not sure why but there's an uneasy feeling deep in his stomach about today. Maybe he should have just stayed in bed.
He shoves the thought aside and steps out of the train, the doors sliding open. They moment they do his senses don't just prickle like they normal do on new passenger day, the SCREAM at him that something is wrong-that he's in danger.
Automatically, he starts to look around for the source and spots it so quickly his head feels like it's spinning and his skin feels like it's crawling. His stomach is tying up in knots and he starts to back away before he can be spotted.
He recognizes that almost white-blond hair and that deceitful smile. Shit! Where's Buttercup? Where are the other kids? He looks around to see if he can find them but it doesn't seem like they've gotten off the train yet.
What should he do? There's no way they can get away with just leaving him here, is there? But Skip can't be allowed near anyone-he won't allow it.
"Einstein! Long time no see!" Peter hears that bastard talking and realizes a second too late he's crossing over to him with that stupid smile and almost friendly-like swagger of his. Almost like he didn't even care-like what he'd done was nothing.
Peter opens his mouth, a little. He wants to tell him to go away, to get the hell away from him but he can't, it's like he's stuck-the words are lodged in his throat and all he can do is look on helplessly as the man approaches. He feels just like he did when he was ten-he's too scared to move.