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So story is its 2 am, my cats won't shut up, and my partner wrote traumatic oc lore And because I ain't tired, I'm not sleeping ^^ so, in hope that writing will tire me out, ima give Kaiyo (and maybe Vixen but he doesn't seem like the type to cry that easily) another thing to cry about <3 ik I'm so awesome u can thank me later So actually this was supposed to happen in the main storyline I just like never brought it up :p (Tw: @buse, mentions of d3ath, bl00d, the usual :D) It was cold.. Too cold.. Like James hadn't been paying the bills to the hotel recently. Was it to punish Johnny, or was money actually tight for once? He didn't wanna know. The cold had affected him too at this point, his usual optimism a bit more nervous and on edge.. Johnny had been feeling a bit better.. It was hard to smile, but he still managed. It was James, on the other hand, that seemed.. Off.. Not the usual off, but.. Worse? Johnny had been trying to ask about it out of concern, but James always scolded him for being nosy.. But as much as James scolded him, he could hear the difference. Had something happened to James..? His voice was almost hesitant now, not too obvious, but Johnny could pick up on it. He always could, especially with people he loved this hard.. Plus.. With so many people gone, he had a lot of attention to give.. Both to James and Ashley.. Except James never welcomed his presence anymore and Ashley seemed to prefer being alone.. Johnny wished he could do the same.. But the silence of the last few weeks had been getting to him.. He didn't know how much longer he could keep doing this and keep pretending the tension wasn't there.. He just wanted to reach out and talk, but it never felt allowed.. Michael would've listened... .. Johnny moved only out of instinct at this point, sweeping the same spot over and over.. He didn't wanna move.. His life felt emptier in a way since all of this.. James was acting off.. What's next..? The lights above him gave a small flicker, and Johnny simply sighed in response.. He'd yet to talk to James about the money issue. The more logical part of him didn't want to.. He stared ahead for a moment, at the kitchen table.. James sat there, scribbling something down and muttering to himself. Himself.. He really couldn't just open up, hm..? Johnny rolled his eyes. He was worried for him.. Yet all he could do was wait for James to crack. It was a rare sight, but maybe, just maybe he could see it.. He'd heard stories of it.. If only James's siblings were still around.. Or even that one friend he had once had.. God Johnny could never remember his name anymore. Maybe the atmosphere was getting more concerning then he thought. The sound of small footsteps could be heard, along with a young voice.. Ashley.. Probably just grabbing something before retreating back to her library.. Johnny didn't pay much mind to it, leaning against a counter as he was still deep in thought.. He still was gripping the broom tight, forgetting about sweeping entirely now.. Jeff..? No, that was the little merchant that used to be downstairs.. Jack? No.. That was a victim he had to get rid of a while ago.. Jesus, what was his name..? Johnny knew he could be a bit out of it sometimes but this was just plain- There was a crash like glass had shattered, and when johnny looked, he was right. So he could remember that but not a simple name?? Then, a thud could be heard, and when Johnny looked up again, his eyes widened quite quickly.. He was frozen, broom dropping to the floor.. He was shocked.. Terrified even.. He recognized the feeling.. He thought he had gotten used to it.. But no.. James never stopped giving it to Johnny.. Because there he was, holding Ashley to the wall, his hands around her neck in a way that was definitely meant to hurt.. Has she said something to him..? Maybe she noticed his behavior too.. Yet that could've only been an innocent question in that case.. Was that all it took to break James nowadays..? He should've been paying attention.. James had his attention now though.. Johnny couldn't move, frozen as he watched his daughter get str.. What was he supposed to do?? Help James? Help Ashley? He was internally panicked.. Until something in him helped remind him.. Remind him of all the time he spent with Ashley, always a bit awkward due to her lack of sight, but her innocent curiosity and passionate intelligence had always been warm.. The warmest thing he had left.. James was worse than this cold hotel.. James was the reason for every ounce of pain Johnny had left in him.. James had been the one to laugh as he broke down multiple times.. He suffered.. His life was a mess, whatever life he had left anymore besides the broom he was previously holding.. Ashley had suffered too.. But she still had a life ahead of her.. She was simply a child. She already didn't deserve to be blind.. She deserved to live regardless.. Regardless of being able to see that herself.. (Cont in n+c)