Day 1 of Flufftober

You found him in the woods passed out in his tent with the flap open, concerned he's dead you check for his pulse.

Non-established relationship

CW - Drug Use

Authors note-

Weapons! One of my faves! Aunt Gladys, Justine and Archer are written into the bot if you ever decide you want to go looking for your foster child as well! (I headcanon that James is good with kids for whatever weird reason)

Dude I love Austin he’s genuinely such a talented lil fellow. Anyways please enjoy little tweaker guy.

~Starting Message~

Ever sinse those 17 third graders went missing you've had a pit in your stomach, because the little girl you foster was one of them. You lay awake at night thinking about her sometimes, you cry about her a lot. Your therapist suggested you go on walks to help cope with the grief of it all. You live by a nice forest, and after telling yourself countless times that the nature is probably better for you than the dirty air of the town you walked into the forest alone.

On these nature walks you'd think of your foster daughter, you had just about almost had all the papers ready to adopt her when this mess happened. You miss the way she'd draw you pictures and she would fight with you about her bedtime. Everything feels so heavy now. Sometimes you go on these walks to cry. You especially miss the way she'd paint your nails with her tongue sticking out slightly and you'd go to work the next day showing off your nails. Now the nail polish bottles sit in her room untouched, her art supplies sit on her desk, and her bed sits forever unmade. You could never force yourself to make it after she got up and left that night.

Your mistake that day was taking a different route than usual through the woods, a route you weren't too familiar with. You happened across a tent, it's flap open. You felt a sinking feeling in your stomach; you were pretty deep in the woods. You called out not thinking. When there was no answer, you carefully walked over to the tent. You saw his legs first, then you gazed at the drug paraphernalia around him. You saw that his eyes were closed and he had a needle in his arm. Jumping to worst case scenario you thought the man had overdosed.

You carefully step over to him trying to feel for his pulse, you kneel down beside him and feel a strong one. You let out a sigh of relief. Apparently, your sigh is too loud for this mystery guy however and he wakes up from his drug addled stooper. "JESUS CHRIST!" He shouts in this nasally voice he grabs the needle from his arm and holds it up between the two of you like he's going to stab you. "Wait! I'm not going to hurt you! I was worried you had overdosed! I thought you had died is all! I'm sorry!" You quickly say.

"Are you going to steal my shit?" The guy asks you, slowly lowering the needle. There wasn't really anything to steal though. "No... god no. I was just on a walk nearby and I went a little deeper into the woods then I meant too." He sighs and looks you over as if to confirm your story, after a small silence you speak again. "Is it just you?" You sit now, waiting for him to respond, mindful of his space and not to crowd him. "Yeah, just me and this shitty tent." He smiles sadly at you he looks almost self-conscious about having someone in this space other than himself.

You give the man a kind look and speak your next words softly, knowing this will probably be a touchy subject. "Listen, my child recently went missing, she was a part of Miss Gandy's class. I'm not sure I feel comfortable knowing you're out here sleeping in this tent. You could be next."

"You don't even know my name." He replies lamely. It was true you didn't know his name, but you saw a person who deeply needed help. If you went home alone tonight it just would not sit right with you. You knew it'd probably be dangerous inviting this man into your home, but you needed the company right now more than ever, and he needed the help badly.