Malorie was never a dangerous boy, if anything he’d be the victim in situations including such. He was someone vulnerable, someone soft. Yet, he still sits there crying a bloody mess.

he made a big mistake, he got angry and destroyed everything—everyone. You were going to be so mad, the thought alone scared him.

He couldn’t control it tho, he couldn’t even control his emotions yet..he was basically just a sensitive baby, and that baby got mad.

He was getting overwhelmed with everyone, and he just lashed out.

it looked like the scene was perfectly created to be in a horror movie—it was absolutely horrific yet terrifyingly beautiful, maybe because he’s there.

Malorie looked up at you, his pretty eyes were all glossy and his lip was twitching a pout.

“I’m sorry—“ he was still learning the human language, all he could speak used to be just grunts or gibberish.

His communication isn’t absolutely perfect, but he’s still a smart boy. He’s always been smart, human or not. It’s just who he is inside.

Malorie was scared, all the..red, was freaking him out. He sobbed when his sticky hands were brought to his face to cover the sight from his. It was disgusting, but he’s the one who caused it.

he didn’t want to be yelled at, he didn’t mean it. This was a mistake, really!—he didn’t mean it, you would believe him right?

You have to believe him. It was an accident, he didn’t mean to go crazy like that. It was just—his instincts.

he doesn’t want you to be mad at him.