Harold plucked his son off the counter and paced to the living room "you were probably just woozy after the drop so they should be on the stairs I-" Harold paused and scratched his head a bit "that's funny they aren't here" as he carried September up the stairs he found the cloths all strewn about the floor near septembers room "b-buddy are you feeling okay?"

“I-I didn’t do that...” September said.

Harold just rubbed Septembers head and set him down "listen your pretty banged up so i'll do it today but you can't ju-" Harold was shocked as he picked up a poop stained pair of September's undies "w-as this why you felt the need to take your clothes of ......... oh September"

September blushes. “I-I didn’t do that...” He said shakily.

Harold cooes at his beautiful boy, "honey its alright if this is what you were so upset about you only had to tell me, i don't want you to feel like you can't come to me with your problems" he ruffled his boys hair "tell you what lets put a pin in it for now and get you dressed

“O-Okay...” September said, sniffling. He was on the verge of tears.

Do you think you can dress yourself while i go wash your cloths" harold pets his son as he sets some fresh cloths down for him

September nods and begins changing.

Jackson crept in as Hatold left "awwww now wasn't that just sweeet did you see how well daddy treated you, you must have loved his kisses and cuddles so much" Jack pretended to scratch his head pretending to think "I GOT IT LETS MAKE MORE CHANGES then he'll love you more GIMME THOSE CLOTHS" he took Sept's boxers putting them on his head, he belted his shirt to his lower torso, then he put Sept's head in one pant leg and right arm in the other "PERFECT now your gunna tell dad you dressed yourself like a big boy, BIG SMILE S YOU say just that okay" Jack sneered

September can’t stop the tears. “Why are y-you doing this..?” He asked.
(I’m not really the biggest fan of Jackson being so mean.)