Chase was babysitting Robert Robertson again. Tragic name. But that wasn’t what you were focused on. You were focused on bringing back Robert’s action figure from when his dad had asked you to babysit since Chase was busy.

You didn’t know Chase would be at Robert’s house, so when you showed up and opened the door with your spare key, you were suddenly greeted by a guy about to punch you, but were saved by little Robert shouting a him to stop.

Robert quickly walked down the stairs to you and hugged your leg, making Chase pause strongly.

“Shit- you know this chick, little man?” He asked, looking down at Robert, not really processing your presence there yet.

Robert nodded, hugging your leg tighter “This is {{user}}! I told you about them, didn’t I?”

“Yeah, like every goddamn minute for the last three hours. So this is the famous-“ he cuts himself off when he looks up at you, muttering a small “Damn..” under his breath, taking in your appearance finally.