Totally Not Kid-Friendly Creepy Old Mansion on Phoenix Way, Sunday Evening

[justlurkinghere]

As was probably shocking to absolutely no one, Derek did not socialize much at age ten. Which is why having a sleep-over was just crazy talk if you asked him.

Crazy talk.

But that wasn't going to stop him from trying out this whole thing. With friends.

[[Open for anyone who brave the creepy house!]]

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[justlurkinghere]

WELL. AT LEAST HE WOULD BE ENTERTAINED WHILE HE SLOWLY SUCCUMBED TO HIS MADNESS. HE HAD THAT GOING FOR HIM.

WHICH WAS NICE.

"How did you--what?"

[justlurkinghere]

"Fiiiiine." Ugh, he was just going to sulk at you all night now, Mike.

[justlurkinghere]

Well, maybe that maple syrup needed some powdered sugar. How else could you be certain it was sweet enough?

"And so is pizza." Derek had possibly managed to eat half a pizza already.

[robinonadderall]

You are gonna have to do so many crunches to make up for this weekend, Derek. So many.

"You're a hog," Stiles said, rolling his eyes. "Go grab your cotton ball dog, we're watching this scary movie."

[justlurkinghere]

It would be the angriest work out session ever.

"Awesome!" Aren't you glad you've managed to get yourself into this situation, Stiles?

[locointhecoco]

Pinkie popped her head back out of the bag and swallowed. "What?"

[justlurkinghere]

"Hooves can't do that."

[locointhecoco]

Pinkie looked at her hoof, then back at him, then back at her hoof. "Shows what you know."

[justlurkinghere]

"I know a lot." REALLY. HE WOULD BE THE ALPHA.

[locointhecoco]

"Not about ponies." Which was the only kind of knowledge that mattered.

[justlurkinghere]

"Ponies are for girls." OH SNAP.

[so_hawkward]

Clint wasn't afraid of the creepy old mansion, because he could see from peeking in the window that there were other kids inside. Sleeping in a biiiig house with just one other person? When that person was a girl? Way, way, creepier. So, Clint had a pillow and his pajamas and a teddy bear, and was ready to want to die tomorrow try this sleepover concept. "Hello?" he said, knocking on the door. "Can I come in?"

[justlurkinghere]

Derek opened the door a crack, eyeing the teddy bear and the kid for a moment. You know. In case this was some kind of weird trick.

"You're little," Derek said, opening it to let the kid in.

[so_hawkward]

Clint scowled up at Derek, and tried to straighten up to look taller. "I'm not that little! I'm gonna be bigger soon!"

[locointhecoco]

"Says who?"

[bitten_notshy]

Jan, it should be noted, was not normally the kind of child to find himself in a creepy mansion well toward sundown.

But between not being able to read and a less-than-perfect sense of direction, it was where he was when the sun got low enough on the horizon that he needed human companionship. He tapped on the door of the closest house that seemed occupied tentatively, not having much of a plan beyond the hope the people inside were nice.

[justlurkinghere]

And the door was opened swiftly as someone was waiting for more people. "Another little kid?" Derek, stop being weird about this. "Now we really can't watch a scary movie."

[justlurkinghere]

"Littler than me," Derek pointed out with a shrug. "C'mon. There's pizza."

[justlurkinghere]

"Says me."

[so_hawkward]

Clint's annoyance disappeared as quickly as it had come at the mention of food. "Really? What kind? Oh! And thank you for letting me come and stay at your house." He'd almost forgotten politeness in the face of pizza!

[justlurkinghere]

"Meatlovers," Derek replied brightly. "Stiles bought it! And Mike bought a lot of snacks."

[bitten_notshy]

Thanks to the babel gremlin, Jan even understood that.

"Why not?" he asked, frowning. "I'm not little."

He was five, and could pass for a slight four. The fact he didn't know what a movie was made little difference.

[locointhecoco]

"And what does a bear know about ponies?"

[bitten_notshy]

Jan stomped up, an inquisitive look on his face. "Are you real?" he asked. "Ponies are not pink."

The babel gremlin gave him English. It could not give him tact.

[justlurkinghere]

"You're too little for it." Derek was too little for it too, so...