"The multiverse (or meta-universe) is the hypothetical set of infinite or finite possible universes (including the historical universe we consistently experience) that together comprise everything that exists: the entirety of space, time, matter and energy as well as the physical laws and constants that describe them. The various universes within the multiverse are sometimes called parallel universes."
(Wikipedia)
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Larten puzzled over what to do with the squalling bundle in his arms as the rain picked up outside his bunker.
On the one hand, he couldn't just leave the baby to die slowly and alone and on the other he had absolutely no idea what else to do with it either. His time with Gavner didn't necessarily count as experience.
A few minutes later it still had not stopped fussing and he was getting sick of it, so he bounced him gently like he vaguely remembered his mother doing for his younger siblings many years ago.
The child began to coo happily at long last and the tall man sighed in relief. But his happiness was cut short when the child finally opened their eyes. They were an unnaturally bright shade of blue that seemed to glow in the dim light even at his young age.
A mutant.
Larten couldn't help but feel pity for it (Him? Her? He'd find out sooner or later). It's parents had likely abandoned it thinking it would be better for a street-rat like him to pick it up than to have him forcibly ripped away for testing.
The only reason the same thing hadn't happened to him was that his father had been a mutant too which gave him a legitimate reason for his unusual hair and eye color.
The young man sighed heavily earning an annoyed squeak from Brat as he was calling the child for now.
"What am I to do with you, hm?"
Brat screwed his face up and Larten winced thinking he was going to start crying again. In the end he simply yawned and closed his eyes, well on his way to falling asleep.
The orange-haired man repositioned Brat so that it's head rested on his shoulder and pulled a nearby crate over with his foot.
He looked down to see if the child was still asleep, placed it gently in the makeshift crib and tucked the extra blanket around it as a bumper, thankful for the small bag of supplies that had been left by it.
He dug around in the knapsack looking for any sort of identification. Formula, some puréed food and...aha! He pulled the damp letter out carefully, cursing his illiteracy.
The mutant scanned the page looking for anything resembling a name.
"S-O-R-R...sorry, no that is not a name. Uh, D-A-R-R-E...Dah-ren. Darren!"
He clapped a hand over his mouth, hoping he had not woken Darren.
The boy slept on and Larten continued reading.
"Darren, eh?" he mused more to himself than anyone else.
Finding the brat's parents would be near impossible in such a large city not to mention detrimental to both of them. But at the same time, he doubted his child-raising abilities severely.
He gave a skull-cracking yawn and decided to quit thinking for now. The cot in the corner was calling his name and he could always figure out what to do with the boy in the morning.
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nOW before you say anything I just had a great plot bunny and I wanted to get it published before I leave the country.
Also I didn't edit this at all so please let me know about any typos or inconsistencies.
Info about this AU (shoot me a message if you want to use any of the ones I come up with or if you want to give me suggestions)
•Kind of a future!au, I guess.
•Crepsley and Darren are both mutants of some sort (I think all the vampires are in this).
•Crepsley is somewhere in his twenties during this and Darren is about a year old.