Max was at practice.

Their practice times never linked up. And god was it fucking stupid.

Charles was already tired from his dawn practice,

And..

He sighed, he was bored.

..

He had almost memorised his onboards at this point,

.hmm.

Max streamed a lot when Charles was gone..right?

.charles rolled his eyes when he looked at his camera.

too lazy to set it up… he thought to himself.

But his PlayStation was free.

He hopped on quickly, changing into a comfortable hoodie (one of the few Max still hadn’t stole yet), getting himself some snacks, and sitting (or basically hunching) into his chair.

.

What gaaaaaame.

Ughhhh.

He spent about a half hour just searching, almost finishing half his food until-

‘Bad Parenting’?

It was really popular right now.

Charles put on his headset, and started the game.

.

.

Yikes. 😬

It had..been about half an hour ish,

And,

that scene came up.

.

Charles’s eyes widnened as he watched the kid get strangled to death.

Then he flinched hard when he heard a soft ‘schat?’ from the living roo-

Oh. Oh phew it’s just Max.

He quickly turned of the PlayStation, getting up to shower his ‘Bebe’ in kisses.

.

Max didn’t notice anything.

Charles didn’t respond- or wait for him like usual. And he seemed a little bit more…flinchy- but eh.

Like Max accidentally dropped the spatula and Charles visibly grimaced.

Max was too tired to notice.

And..Charles’s lap was damn comfy.

.

Both of them eventually cuddled and sleepy kissed their way into the bedroom, Charles carrying Max like the little princess he was.

He settled them down, but Max didn’t notice the glances to the PlayStation.

But noticed the fourth.

Weird.. but okay.

Esp the awkward shuffling to see if it was off or not.

.

They eventually fell asleep, Charles holding Max by the waist. _

“Max?” Charles smiled. He was sweaty.

“..”

“Maxie? What’s wrong?”

Charles froze, noticing the blood on Max’s hands.

He opened the closet.

And screamed. The kid-

.

“Charles?! Charles wake up!” Max yelled.