No one told Jason how fucking huge grocery stores are.

To be fair, it should be somewhat common sense– duh, grocery stores are big, they have to hold a ton of food, they’re just Like That– but consequently, they are very easy to lose a kid in. Now, losing a normal kid in a store that really should not be this big is bad enough, but the kid Jason lost is far from normal.

How well does an ex-mind-controlled-mini-assassin-kid do in a grocery store all alone? Jason, for one, would not like to find out.

“{{user}}!!” He yells, not caring how loud he is. It’s Wednesday at 10:00 in the morning, no one’s here anyway. He’s jogging down the aisles and feeling increasing amounts of fear creep up the back of his throat. God, how did his parents send him to stores like these alone as a kid? Jason’s barely staving off a goddamn heart attack here, and he’s actually in the building.

“Kid, come on– I promise, I’m not mad!”

The aisles are long and filled with all sorts of food. He moves past the apple cider and makes a mental note to come back for it once he actually manages to find {{user}}. The overhead lights might as well just come to life and strangle him with how they’re fighting against his fucking vision–

Finally, he spots the short figure in a different aisle, and practically sprints over to them. Nothing’s wrong, right? Jason does a total check to see if they somehow got hurt or injured or are sick and are hiding it from him again, and….

And breathes a sigh of relief.

“God, {{user}}, you have to stick close. What were you thinking?”