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[Oh my god.

The squawking actually scares him more than the movie and his eyes dart from the screen to Bucky... before he gives a satisfied grin.]

Told you.

[ Bucky dutifully elbows him. ] I just wasn't prepared's all! [ Bucky isn't supposed to scare easy. He's seen too much to let animated film cells scare him! Folding his arms defensively around his chest, his attention turns back to the screen.

It's another day and the husband's gone to work as per usual. The kids go to school and then it's just the mother and Carol Ann, which can't end well, Bucky's certain. When she starts cleaning up the kitchen, Buck's ready for it this time. He's ready for the shock scare, but it comes again without the right warnings! When she gasps, seeing the chairs piled and the cabinet doors open, so does he but for different reasons. ]

How'd they--There wasn't a cut away! How'd they do that so fast?

It's neat, huh? [He grins a little bit at the enthusiasm. By today's standards, the special effects in this were... kinda cheesy, honestly, but seeing it from another perspective? It was really interesting.]

They did the chairs in one take apparently. They already had some all stacked up in a triangle, so when the camera cut away, the crewmen replaced the loose chairs really fast.

[You're welcome for the useless movie trivia.]

Aww man, that's crazy!

[ He is very welcome, tyvm! Useless movie trivia is the best kind. But shit starts getting real from this moment on and their idle sass takes a backseat while he gets enveloped in the weird.

He's distraught to learn it's the youngest who gets taken. With a little sister of his own, Bucky would be moving Heaven and Hell like the mother to bring her back. He can definitely get behind that. But what eventually gets Bucky upset is later when the house seems quiet and one of the "paranormal investigators" breaks for food. It's certainly gross to watch his meal turn to maggots, especially since he's certainly experienced that firsthand. It's what comes after that leaves Bucky in cold sweats. The man starts peeling his face away, straight down to the bone.

Bucky's seen it happen before from blasts, grenades, and once decomposition takes over and strips a man down. Especially in the Pacific. it's so hot down there that bodies start bloating real quick, then they split open from the infestation of maggots. That's when the intestines rupture and the smell wafts up. It's inescapable. All of these sensory images run through his head and makes him a little nauseated. He looks away from the screen, body a bowed over itself so it doesn't become a real issue ]

[Even by today's standards, that... scene's pretty gross. In Billy's opinion, anyway. What he hadn't expected to see was Bucky react-- that strongly to it anyway. It's a little startling to look over idly and see Bucky curled in on himself, honestly.]

Hey?

[Brows furrow in concern as Billy sits up straighter, reaching for the remote to stop the movie.]

Hey, are you okay? [Dude, he didn't mean to put in a movie that scary...

Billy's not sure what to do really, but he does attempt to reach out a cautious hand and touch his shoulder.]

Fine, fine, just gimme a second... [ It all sounds very rehearsed like he's said it plenty of times before and it's simply tired repetition. Bucky doesn't push the guy's hand away either. it's a warm anchor for keeping the nausea at bay. ]

Just a second.

[ He keeps repeating it off and on while breathing deep between each verse. If he were on the front he wouldn't have time for those few seconds. He'd compartmentalize, move on, and fall to pieces at a later time. Now, though, he's got no immediate danger looming to make him focus on anything else but his memories. ]

Okay. [The word is soothing, or at least that's what Billy is aiming for. It doesn't look fine, but he'll give Bucky the benefit of doubt here. Since his hand isn't shoved away and Bucky doesn't seem particularly bothered by it, he starts to move it slowly, rubbing idly over his back.]

I mean, take however long you need?

No, it's fine. It'll go away in just a second.

[ Bucky has no idea if it will, but he's hoping that if he keeps repeating that his body will start believing it too. The smell dissipates, but he can still taste it in the back of his throat. With his head still down, he grabs his glass and chugs it back. The alcohol helps sterilize the bitter tang of rotting flesh and sorts out his head.

And once he gets his bearings, Bucky feels so embarrassed over his little tantrum. They don't come often outside his dreams, but when they do he's lucky enough to usually be alone. On the bright side, at least he hadn't hit Billy. ]

Sorry... [ He tries to make it sound flippant, but it's obvious how flustered he is. ] That sort of thing... happens sometimes.

No, sorry. I didn't-- I mean. I wasn't thinking or anything.

[He should have maybe asked if there were things Bucky didn't want to see. He just said ghost movies and so he grabbed up the first few that came to mind. At least he does seem to have his bearings back though and Billy can't help a relieved sigh.]

Wanna call it a night? We can always check out the other movies later or something.

[No punching... is a good thing, yeah.]

No, it's--Not like you coulda known. It just... pops up sometimes.

[ Bucky feels comfortable enough again, but he doesn't lift up his head yet. ]

Can we, uh, just fast forward past... that? I... I wanna finish the movie. It's good.

Yeah... totally.

[He hopes there aren't any other scenes that-- might trigger that sort of reaction again. He doesn't think so. Hopefully not. He grabs the remote to skip past that scene and hit play again... and after a moment, he drops his hand away from Bucky's shoulder.]

[ The rest of the movie is uneventful after that. He watches avidly, but it's clear his initial enthusiasm has faded away. By the end he's leaning over his knees toward the television. ]

Wow. That was... Wow! I mean that could... That could happen to any house!

[ Which is the last thing he needs to consider at this moment. His brown eyes shift around his own room suspiciously. ]

Maybe?

[If you believe in that kind of thing. He laughs a little.]

But I doubt it happens around here. I mean, it could... we should totally see if there are any haunted places here. I mean, if you want.

[At least it'd be a fun night to stick close and freak out over stupid stuff.

Eh-- speaking of freaking out, maybe that's not the best idea.]

It's getting late. Want me to head out?

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