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[demonpuppy]

The months are getting cold fast, but for once Chip and Foster have come upon a bit of luck. An old, abandoned store that still has solid walls and only a few broken windows has stood empty for a while, and the kids were quick to take advantage. The other homeless in the area avoided it for some reason, which Chip could only assume was because of some nasty blood stains in one of the back rooms and some spectral figures they had seen lurking from time to time, but the ghost seemed willing to leave them both be and Chip honestly could care less. Shelter is shelter, and with the shelving left behind by the former owners they were even able to mock up something almost like a real house. Still nothing to sleep on, but after so long the privacy felt like an honest luxury.

Unfortunately, it also encouraged certain horrible habits.

"...Foster, what are you doing over there?!" Chip sat up from their tightly curled up ball, glaring at the shelf that they could hear Foster's ragged breaths from the other side of. "Are you sick?"

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[control_freak]

Nothing Chip is screaming is new, but it's like a series of blows all the same. He knows, he knows He is dead, knows he made a mistake, that what he thought was wrong, that he was misled, Chip showed him and told him and tells him and tells him but it never works because he's defective and he can't understand what normal people can.

Foster doesn't move or speak for a few seconds after Chip stops yelling, just lies totally still, both hands now curled tightly into his hair, pulling for the pain, the pressure from his scalp to drown out the panic his brain wants to make him feel.

It's only when he's absolutely certain Chip isn't about to go off that he tries--his voice is ragged, his eyes still tightly shut, just in case it goes bad again--he knows, logically, he shouldn't say anything, he should say sorry again, that apologising again might make Chip forgive him, but he doesn't truly register his mistake until after it's left his lips.

"It's not like that!" Foster's one protest dies as soon as it's out. "I'm sorry, I know, I know, I'm sorry..." he trails off there, waiting for a reaction, to know what his fate is and how bad his mistake was.