I couldn't find a reaction to the blue home that pulled into view in front of me. As far as I knew it wouldn't be our house for long.
It never was. It seemed like every summer we were packing up again. Another school year, another house, another happy realtor welcoming us to the town.
He looked back at me from the mirror, a smile on his face while we slid into the driveway. "Chin up Narf! Yknow with any luck-" I fought the urge to finish the sentence. It was the same every time. "This'll be it! No more boxes, no more moving trucks!"
I remember sitting on the curb, staring at everything and nothing. He sat next to me, pulling the brim of my cap down over my eyes. "You doing alright, Narf?" I was silent. He waited patiently for a minute, then let out a soft sigh. "I know it's hard moving so much." Most of his words are fuzzy now. But I can remember the warmth of his voice, the weight of the gift he put in my hand. It made a metal clunk. Like the box of drill bits he kept around. But it wasn't drill bits. It was something much better. More useful.
I'll forever be thankful for that gift. Those lockpicks have done me so much good over these years. Without them, I'd never have met Aaron, and I might not even be here today.
When that summer had come around again, it was a surprise to not see any packing. No for sale signs, nothing.
For a few months believed he'd been right. That I'd end up growing up in this house, just across the street from my best friend and his little sister. I thought we'd go on looking for supernatural mysteries in the town until we were too old to believe in them.
Why couldn't that have been the end of it?
Why did I have to wake up that night to my mother's bloodcurdling scream?
Why did I run downstairs?
Why did I have to see his body in such a state?
The windows were open, the curtains billowing wildly in the wind. Those birds were- everywhere. It felt like they were watching us. If I hadn't woken up, maybe they would've fed on my mother too, in her fainted state.
"Natural causes," they told us. Nothing they could do.
Mom tried to keep it together, to keep calm despite everything. But the house, it was too much. Just being in the same room brought her to hysterics. And I...I could barely understand it all back then.
Everyone in town knew what happened in our house. Despite everything they did to "fix it". The new bright orange coat of paint wouldn't be enough to sell it. At least- I thought so for so long. Heck, I didn't believe it when I saw the "sold" sticker. It was only when I saw them from the chimney of Mr. Peterson's house that I realized it had really happened. That something had really changed. I just didn't know how much.
I'm gonna preface this with I don't know much about the books, I haven't read them, however while doing a bit of research 4 my fanfic series I discovered something. Specifically an interview with an author for the books, which led to an interesting realization 4 the show: the children's bgs are flipped when compared.
Nicky and Trinity swapped places, with her being the new kid instead of already living in town. She's the one who lives in front of Mr Peterson, who he frames more subtly as a troublemaker than he did for Nicky, only acting up in ways others would see her as crazy for pointing out. Maritza and Enzo? Their mother was dead in the books, but we know she's alive still here - they both explicitly mention her in episodes 1 and 3! I didn't notice anything bout the other 3 but I mightve just been distracted as I was on break at work. It's interesting nonetheless, I wonder what other pieces changed.
Well if you ask me (and the hnas wiki for some reason) instead of being Mrs. Esposito, it's a Mr. that dies.
Specifically, Mr. Jay sweet-tooth Roth
But no yeah I can't wait to see what other differences there are between the books games and series. I even found audiobook versions of- most of the series. So I might look into it. Even though the canonicity of the games is- maybe none? Idk
its rlly funny to me that everytime tinybuild does a s2 teaser they always gotta throw in a pic of nicky being mentally ill. for the fans. for the lolz
Not always, but when they do they're mean about it too lol /lh
He's suffering enough as it is guys, stop adding lemon-only lemonade to his wounds /lh
[A child appears before you. He's facing away, and slowly begins to survey his surroundings. He flexes his hands experimentally, and seems to silently chuckle to himself.]
???: Finally.
???: I was so tired of being in the basement.
[He turns and faces you]
???: Hello!
???: Nicky, are you there?
???: It's me, your best friend.
[In a flash, the child is gone, replaced with a man surrounded by shadow.]
Jack and I have just seen the new TinyBuild community post on their YouTube channel. Jack is currently speed writing a theory about it that will (presumably) be posted shortly.
These are the images VVV
This is just a premptive post to let you guys know that's coming out shortly.