Text From Last Night aka Tales From Folkmore

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TEXTS FROM LAST NIGHT

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TEXTS FROM LAST NIGHT GENERATOR

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[oversleep]

<sub>[ NO YOU DID NOT HENRY.. he just avoids talking about stuff like this. His problems are his own and he shouldn’t burden people. He doesn’t deserve their help.

He gets a ping on his Relic. ]</sub>

how do you heal?

[overnightoaks]

[ Henry's so concerned that Sunny will just push him away forever now, and that all in-roads he's made so far will be ruined... But thank goodness, he texted him back. ]

I use magic. I'm a druid!

[oversleep]

<sub>[ Henry, don’t worry. Sometimes he just leaves people on read. It’s just how he does.

But.. having this knowledge is also giving Henry some more cool points. Maybe this guy wasn’t so bad after all. A real Druid, huh? ]</sub>

you can turn into any animal?

…

before arriving here?

[overnightoaks]

Any animal I've seen before, yep!

It's a little wonky now that I have these wings, though...

1/2

[oversleep]

<sub>[ And there he goes... not responding again for what seems like.. a very long time. Henry should be able to see he's been left on read, but he's thinking back on what they were talking about earlier when he suddenly diverted the conversation.

He diverted it cause he's scared.
And he runs.
That's what he always does.

But ever since he was put under the stress of moving out of the house he grew up in, he felt like something needed to be done before he ran out of time. Then he was brought here, where he's constantly been challenged by people he's been interacting with. He hadn't interacted with people in years other than his mother. He never left the house. He stopped attending school. He's convinced himself he cannot overcome it, but sometimes, he wrestles with that conclusion.

Sometimes.. he believes in himself.
Sometimes he wonders how it would be and who he would become if he opened up more. ]</sub>

2/2

[oversleep]

my father cut down my favorite tree and then left us.

_{[ He barely registers his words because of how fast he typed that. Could he really trust people again? ]}

1/2

[overnightoaks]

[ Henry thinks, when the second prolonged silence comes, that he really must have screwed up. But then he thinks, maybe this is just how Sunny is. He knows some kids are more talkative than others. His boys are happy to talk anyone's ears off, but he remembers how withdrawn Grant got after what happened at the For Knights tournament. The way he shut down all of Darryl's attempts at conversation. Maybe Sunny is just like Grant.

(Henry hopes not. Grant had some severe trauma that made him so quiet.)

But then Sunny texts him back. And it turns out, maybe he is a little bit like Grant. But the fact that he is open to telling Henry about it is promising. ]

2/2

[overnightoaks]

I'm sorry your dad did that to you, Sunny. You didn't deserve that.

You know, my dad wasn't all that great, either.

[oversleep]

it's okay.
some people have bad dads.

_{[ I probably deserved it though. He's not going to comment on that part. ]}

you're a happy person though, mr. henry.
_{[ like?????? on the surface??? ]}

[overnightoaks]

Some people do have bad dads. But that doesn't mean all dads are bad.

[ Frank Wilson was a pretty great guy, even when his soul was implanted into a feisty little eight year old. Darryl did alright in the dad department, and Henry genuinely thinks he's doing his best with Grant. Just like Ron is doing his best with Terry Jr., and Glenn is... Well, he's got Nick's best interests at heart.

Henry would like to think he's doing his best with his boys. But really, how good could he be doing if Lark still wanted to stab him in the back? ]

I try to be happy! Sometimes, it feels like there aren't a lot of things to be happy about, though, doesn't it?

I think in those times, you just have to try even harder to bring happiness into the world.

[oversleep]

that sounds like too much effort and i'm tired.
but you are strong for being happy to everyone else when you are actually sad, mr. henry.

_{[ He can't be like that. ]}

if you ever want to stop pretending, i don't mind if you show your sadness around me.
i have plenty of handkerchiefs to wipe tears away and i don't mind sharing.

[overnightoaks]

That's okay. You don't have to force yourself to do anything or feel any sort of way if you don't want to.

[ “You know, I’m trying to let them make their own decisions. It’s called free-range parenting.”

It had backfired with Lark and Sparrow, but maybe with a more even keel kid like Sunny...

Ahh, he's getting ahead of himself. There's some dancing ellipses on Henry's end now as he types and then deletes reply after reply, realizing that he's trying to act like Sunny's father figure, and then immediately feeling guilty— both for abandoning his own boys, and for presuming that Sunny even wants a father figure, especially after what he'd just told Henry.

Finally, he settles on something more neutral and (hopefully) appropriate. ]

That's really kind of you to offer, Sunny. Thank you. I'm not sure I want to put the burden of my emotional labor onto you, or anyone else for that matter. But it was very generous of you to say that, so thank you.

cw: depression, intrusive thinking

[oversleep]

you are old and life is hard. so it makes sense for you to be sad.. because you have been around the cruelties of life longer than someone like me.

_{[ Though.. is it really fair for someone to have such a bleak and cynical outlook on life as whole at this age?
ALSO HE JUST CALLED HIM OLD ... ]}

sometimes, at night, i feel too many things.
something makes me feel scared.
it is too hard to get it under control.

<sub>[ It's overwhelming. It's terrifying. The physical manifestation of his guilt, his fears, his repressed memories. It took on a shadowy shape. An entity. It talked to Sunny. It mocked him. He could feel it. It's cold hands. It hid in the walls. It hid in the water. It hid at around the stairs. It revealed itself when his thinking got too noisy; cluttered; negative. Mostly, SOMETHING felt most likely to appear when he was alone with his thoughts. Bit by bit, he was losing his sanity. Bit by bit, his guard was getting let down. Bit by bit, he was getting more and more tired, and the steak knife he owned that served as a weapon to protect others in his imagination was looking shiny. So shiny. He could see his reflection.

Sunny isn't explicitly spelling out to Henry that there is something else living in his tree house with him, but that's what he is talking about. It's been haunting him for years, and despite how many times he tries to defeat it, whether it be by fists or with his knife, he never could hurt it. Sunny didn't know how to make it go away, and that is what terrified him the most. ]</sub>

[overnightoaks]

[ He's just going to move on from the part where he was called "old." Because the rest of it is actually concerning him. ]

It can be scary to be alone with your thoughts at night, especially if you feel like they're coming at you faster than you can handle.

But you don't have to be alone if you don't want to be.
You can call me, if you ever want to talk about what's scaring you.
Or text, whatever is easier for you.

[oversleep]

_{[ ... Hm. ]}

ty mr. henry.
i'll think about it.