forum “My dad is a supervillain.” “And I’m AWESOME-“

Started August 17, 2023 by @Eli-the-transboi group

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Finn looks terrified. He whimpers slightly and shakes his head. “No…” He mutters. He then tries to rush out, trying his best to push past Carson.

Carson reaches out an arm and catches him. "Why not?" He asked, his eyes softening. "What can i do to fix it? To make it better, easer?"

Finn shakes his head, now looking panicked. “I’m fine! Really! I don’t wanna go!” He whines, trying to fight him off.

Carson looked into his eyes. "Please?"

“No!” He whines, starting to cry. “No! I don’t want to!”

Tears started streaming down the boys cheeks as he sobs. He looked completely terrified. Usually, he wouldn’t be acting like this. But something made him have this childish response. Something in him said, “It’s to be a kid now.”

Carson's eyes softened as Finn started to cry. "Oh, oh." He opened his arms for a hug, but waited to see if Finn was willing instead of just pulling him in.

Finn wipes his eyes, hiccuping. He then looks at Carson for a while, distrust in his eyes. But after a moment, he sniffles and leans into him slightly. He was testing this situation. Seeing if something bad would happen. If it did, he would make sure he could escape.

The small boy tried to stop crying, but soon ended up failing and sobbing into Carsons arms.

"hey, hey it's ok. if you don't want to we don't have to do this right now." He gave Finn a little squees, but stayed looseso that Finn could except if he wanted to. He knew that finn didn't trust him and he had every right to.

Finn shudders, struggling to breathe. He leans more into Carson, sobbing even more. Little coughs and gasps for air showed just how much he usually struggled to breathe.

Carson stroked Finn's hair, picked him up and carried him to back to the car. He didn't let go until they had made it to Carson's house. He rocked back and forth, painfully aware how small finn was.

Finn leaned heavily into him. The man who had once tried to kill him, was now comforting him. Finn eventually calmed down, going from sobbing to small hiccups and sniffles.

The small boy grips onto Carson’s shirt, sniffling. He was still in shock, so he didn’t speak much, but he did give a little squeak as he nuzzled into Carson’s shoulder.

(happy noises)

(Eeeeeeee!)

Carson looked down at Finn clutching his chest. "You ok?"

Finn nods slightly, hiccuping. He was still shaken up, but it was clear he was slowly calming down.

"mmh k" Carson said continuing his slow rocking

Finn’s breathing returns to his ‘normal’ struggling and raspy breaths as he closes his eyes. He keeps his grip on Carson’s shirt, as if to show him just how much he was helping.

"do you need something? Anything?"

Finn shakes his head. “No thank you…” He whispers.

"Ok, thats ok."

Finn eventually looks up, looking at Carson. He then rubs his eyes and yawns.

"You tired?" Carson asked looking down at the little guy.

He nods slightly, still rubbing his eyes. “Yeah…” he mumbles.

"Are you ok if i carry you inside?" He oped the car door with his foot and pushed it open.

He sleepily nods, too tired to protest or even think his decision through.

Carson carefully shuffle/scoots across the car seat to the door, grabbing the stuffed tiger from out of Finn's bag and holding it under his arm. Careful not to disturb Finn.

He stepped out of the car and started walking up the stairs of what can only be described as a white, mostly windows, mini castle.

Carson walked up the steps and in the fount door, he walked along the main hallway until he reached the back of the house, he took a winding staircase up until he reached the forth floor where he went in the third door and laid Finn down on a plush four canopy bed. Pulling up the white blankets over him.
Carson pulled the stuffed tigger from under his arm and snugged it into Finn's chest.

"Good night. If you need anything. Absolutely anything, then just yell for me." He kissed him on the fourhead. "I promise I'll be there."

Finn snuggled into the blankets, hugging the stuffed tiger. “Ok…” he mumbles. Then, he whispers, “Ninight…”

"Night." Carson closed the door most of the way, but let it stay open just a little.

He wandered the halls of his house, the servants carefully choosing not to cross paths with him.
This feeling was wrong. Carson thought. he couldn't care for someone. that only ended up in destruction.
Finally he stoped at his office. He had spent an entire day adopting a kid. he had work that needed to be done.

2 am rolled around, and there was a loud scream, then sobbing coming from Finns room.

Carson stood up from his desk, papers flying. He sprinted to Finn's room, his head pounding. not again not again not again