George was tied to a chair. Of course he was. He trusted one person, who he thought he could finally share his curiosity with, and she had used him for experiments. Never any happiness for the poor boy.

“You didnt need me. Just like Lucy and Lockwood don’t need me-”

his voice quivered, and had he not been in this situation, he would’ve mocked himself for how pathetic he sounded to his own ears.

“Cause I’m the oddball. The third wheel. Dispensable, always have been always will be..”

he choked out, words directed at the loneliness of the basement. He felt pathetic, scared, and worst of all, lonely.