A/N: Hi there c: Creepy one-shot time!
Disclaimer: I do not own anything. (I would if I could)
There were once two children, twins actually, that never spoke a word or batted an eye. Conversations-They did not know. Even their Mother could not say what their first word was or their favorite food or game. They were not quite like the other children-And when the parents got driven to the point of madness; they kicked them.
But the children talked to each though- In series of glares and whispers that no one could comprehend. When they were only 6-years-old their father took them to the festival and allowed people to do whatever they wanted to them, and they would not move. The first couple of people did harmless things like maybe put a hat on the boy's head or twirl around the girl. But the people became gradually rougher- Soon people were tearing at their clothes and scratching them and yelling foul words at them. They still did not move or speak.
It was at 12-years-old when the train porter took them. Still they did not speak. Once, the porter did hear them for the first time anybody had heard them, still it was just unknown whispers. The porter too got driven mad, and they were kicked out again.
So they lived in the orphanage, wearing matching faded uniforms and staring blankly at each other with those same horrifying green eyes. They had stayed there for days. The days turned into weeks. The weeks turned into months. The months had turned into years. But they did not speak.
"Poor fellows." The people who had passed by said, "It's like everything else doesn't exist. What a shame." Everyday the children had come and gone, but it didn't matter. It's not like they made any friends anyway. Until they were 17-years-old, they were alone, until a mysterious man came along.
"I'll take 'em." He had tipped his hat to them. "Come along now."
And hen something unexpected happened, the girl said "Ok!
