"Mickey? Oswald?" You called out, there was no answer but you can hear heavy footsteps approach.
You knew who it was, you see mickey walking down the hall, he looked like he was about to fall over and he had this depressed expression on his face he also had all the color drained from his face.

You didn't even freak out about it, this is normal for your son. you smiled warmly as he walked up to you "hi mickey... did you and Oswald behave when I was gone?" You asked and he slowly nodded as a reply, mickey... wasn't much of a talker, at rare times he does speak but in small words like "ok" "yes" "no" "(m/d)" "brother" and such but most of the time he only nods. He never speaked a full sentence or any big words but you don't mind it, he can talk as much as he wants.

"That's good" you pat his head and he looked up at you with those sad eyes, it always breaks your heart to see him so depressed.
"Do you know where oswald is?" You asked, he nods again and points down the hall to where their bedroom is.
"Is he asleep?" You asked and He shook his head slowly, then he must be playing... you sat the bag down on the coffee table and picked up mickey. He barely moved, he only rested his head on your shoulder and his harms dangle from his sides like he was a rag doll.

You walked down the hall and opened the bedroom door to se your oldest son oswald, he was tinkering with his toys. Thinner and paint dripped from his ears the thinner making most of the toys melt. "Oswald?" You said he turned his head to look at you, his glowing red eyes practically stared into your soul and thinner runs down his face along with the paint that the thinner is is burning off his face.

You let out a sigh "oh oswald..." you walked up to him to take a closer look at his face, his face was burned bad and some parts of his face is bleeding due to the thinner. Oswald problem is that his body is unstable, thinner sometimes drips down his face making his paint burn off. It doesn't hurt him like it used to but still....it hurts.
Usually when this happens you where there to fix it with the paintbrush but since you weren't here and he doesn't know how to use the paint brush he had to deal with the pain till you get back.

"C'mon oswald, let's fix you up"