Broken: Hey guys! We know we have another story, but this shouldn't be too long.
Grim: Yeah. And sorry if it's not that good. I have a crush on the new guy at my school, my boyfriend pissed me off so bad today I'm thinking about breaking up with him, I have two concerts tomorrow I have to preform, and I got a new reed for a tenor sax. So, a lot of things are on my mind.
Broken: But, this is welcoming our three newest OCs!
Grim: Hope you enjoy!
Bell smiled as she watered her flowers. She worked at a flower shop, finding it was the only thing that made her happy besides her husband. Bell was a white bear, wearing a white dress with roses on it, white flats, and a real, blood red rose in her hair that never seemed to die, or need water. She also had beautiful blue eyes, and white hair that reached the middle of her back. Sitting atop her head, was a red glitter headband, keeping back any stray bangs that tried to fall onto her face.
DING!
The white bear looked behind her, surprised someone had walked into her flower shop. There, walking into the small shop, were three new animals, all of them soaking wet. It was a mother, and two boys. The mother was a panther, wearing a soaked suit, making her look like she worked in a business of some sort, where you sat behind a desk, working from sunrise to dusk. She had violet eyes, and midnight blue tipped ears and tail.
The boy on her left was a gray dingo, wearing a red bandana around his neck. He had neon blue eyes, a white belly, and one white paw. Only his paw was white. His arm was gray.
The boy on the panther's right was a squirrel, his fur a beautiful blue, with matted parts, and had hazel eyes. He wore dog tags, and a military jacket that was a bit too big for him.
"Hello!" Bell greeted, a smile on her face. She quickly grabbed some towels, handing them to the mother. "My name is Bell Ruin! Welcome to Flower Oak!"
"Nice to meet you, Bell. I'm Duststar, and these are my two sons, Vincent and Takeo." Duststar said, pointing to her children. Vincent was the squirrel, and Takeo was the dingo. Both smiled, waving at Bell innocently.
"They're so precious," she said, smiling back at the children. "Is there anything you were looking for?"
"Yes, there was, actually." she said, walking up to the counter, shooing her sons away so they wouldn't bother her and Bell as they talked. Vincent quickly scurried away, Takeo right behind him. They admired the roses and daisies, both arguing over what would look better for the grave.
"Vincent looks so cute in that military jacket." Bell complimented, smiling at the squirrel.
"Yes, he does," Duststar spoke slowly, glancing at her youngest son. "It was his father's. He was shot walking home from work."
"I'm so sorry!" she said, not knowing.
"It's okay. He's in a better place anyways." she replied, acting as though she didn't care.
CRASH!
Both females looked at the two boys, seeing Vincent lying on the ground, a vase smashed to pieces by his side, Takeo was curled in a ball, a bee buzzing around him.
"Oh, dear!" Bell said, rushing over to Vincent, and helping him up. "Are you two okay?"
"They are fine." Duststar told the bear with a hiss. Bell, however, ignored her and shooed the bee away from Takeo, the little insect not minding that bear at all.
"I'll pay for the vase, and anything else these two broke." the panther spoke once more, looking around.
"It's quite alright," Bell replied, smiling at her. "Accidents happen. I'll go get some towels to clean this up. Be careful about the glass!"
And with that, Bell disappeared into the back. Duststar glared at her sons, both looking down at their feet.
"W-we're sorry, m-mama. W-we didn't me-mean too!" Vincent spoke, tears in his eyes.
"We were just looking at the flowers to buy for daddy!" Takeo added, tears also forming in his eyes.
"Look at this mess!" Duststar scolded, black claws visible to see. "You're lucky Mrs. Ruin was nice enough to not make me pay!"
The boys stood there, holding back tears.
"You!" she snarled, glaring at Vincent. The squirrel looked at her, hazel eyes filled with terror and fear. "You broke that beautiful vase, that was probably two hundred dollars! She has to replace that, you know! Things aren't free!"
"I didn't mean to! Takeo bumped into me, and I fell!" he replied, trying to defend himself. Duststar glared daggers at her son, before bringing her claws across his face, scratching his cheek. The squirrel fell to the ground, four deep claw marks on his cheek, blood trickling from them. Ignoring her son crying, Duststar turned her attention to Takeo, who was in the corner, curled into a ball. She shook her head, and picked him up by his ear.
"Come on, we're going home!" she growled.
"What about Vincent?" he asked, looking at his little brother, who was holding his cuts.
"He can find his way home! He knows what house number we live in!" she hissed, walking out the door after she left a hundred dollars on the counter for Bell.
A few minutes later, Bell came back out, a bunch of towels on one arm, a broom in her paw, a dustpan in the other, as a black trash-bag was slung over her shoulder.
"Vincent, what happened?" the bear screamed, seeing the squirrel crying on her floor. She quickly put her things down, and picked the boy up, cradling him.
"I..." he trailed off, thinking. "I fell in the glass, and it cut me."
"Oh, you poor boy. Shh, it's okay. I'll go get some things. Just stay here." she said soothingly as she placed the child down. Vincent didn't like lying, but he still loved his mother. He decided he wouldn't tell on her, and decided to keep her, still wanting a mother around.
"KILL IT!" a man shouted at the top of his lungs. Vincent slowly crawled up to the window, looking out. But, he couldn't see anything. Being the curious boy he was, he slowly walked outside. There, standing in a large ground, were lions dressed in military outfits, guns in there paws. He looked around, wondering who they were aiming at.
"FIRE!" the same male shouted. The others did as they were told, and started shooting. Vincent screamed in fear, dropping to the ground, shaking from fear as he listened to the loud gunshots. A few seconds later, strong arms wrapped around him, and he was carried off. He slowly opened his eyes, peaking out. He was now sitting on top of a roof. And there, standing in front of him, smirking down at him, was a fox. It was a very strong looking female. She had orange fur with white tipped tail, paws, and ears, red eyes that showed no fear, and faint scars on the corners of her mouth. She wore a black jacket with red strings, dark blue jeans, black combat boots, and black fingerless gloves.
"Gotta be careful, kid," she said, taking off her jacket and putting it on him, also placing the hood over his head. "It's not safe out here today."
"T-thank you," he said, pulling the jacket closer to him. "What's your name, miss?"
"I'm Grim," she replied, the smirk fading away. "Did those military bastards do that to you?"
Grim crouched down, inspecting the four claw-marks on his cheek. Quickly, Vincent pulled back.
"N-no. I fell i-in glass." he lied. The fox chuckled.
"No you didn't," she spoke, her voice low. "I can tell someone attacked you, so who was it?"
Vincent stayed silent, not wanting to tell her. Sighing, Grim stood up, her tail flicking away the water drops that landed on it.
"I'm going to clear these people away. Stay here, and don't move. When I'm done, I'll take you home." she told him, hopping off of the roof. Vincent quickly crawled over, making sure she was okay. He noticed something on her back. It was a scythe with two blades. One at the top, and one at the bottom, both having jagged blades and stained with blood. Before he knew it, she had grabbed the scythe, and ran into the crowd of military men, slicing away at them. No matter how many bullets they fired, she still killed them, blood staining the cement.
Vincent couldn't watch anymore. He went back to the spot where Grim had put him, curled into a ball, and squeezed his eyes shut. I bet mama wouldn't scratch her. I bet she would make a nice mama. Just like Bell would. He thought, trying to ignore the snapping of bones. Soon, footsteps were heard, and he looked up. Smiling down warmly at him was Grim, covered in blood from head to toe.
"They're all gone," she told him, helping him up. "Let's get you home."
"Where to?" Grim asked, making her way down the street, Vincent close by her side.
"68 Nighthill Drive." he told her. The fox smiled, walking down the quiet neighborhood.
"Why were those men trying to hurt you?" Vincent asked, looking up at the older fox, who glared at the ground.
"I'm not normal," she started, paws slowly turning into fists. "I have these special powers, and no one but me likes them. I tried moving here, to Oak City, to make a new start. But someone found out, and sent the military after me. They tried hurting my little brother, Broken, and that set me off. Everyone here is a traitor... except you, right? You won't send any of those bad men after me, would you?"
"Of course not! I like you!" he replied, smiling up at the girl, who smiled back.
"Good boy," she said, patting his head, and looking at the light blue home in front of them. "We're here, kiddie."
"Thank you, Grim." he said, taking off her jacket, and handing it back to her. He then went up to the door, slowly making his way towards the white wood.
"What's your name, kid?" Grim asked, remembering she had never asked.
"Vincent... Vincent Star." he told her, making her smile.
"If you ever need anything, just come find me." she said. A strong gust of wind swept over the two, and Grim faded away. Was that an angel? Vincent wondered, smiling. He then knocked on the door, waiting for his mother to open.
"Took you long enough!" Duststar snarled, throwing her son into the house. "Upstairs! No dinner for you tonight!"
"Y-yes, mommy." Vincent said, tears streaming down his face as he quickly ran up the stairs, and going into the room he and Takeo shared.
"No dinner for you tonight either, huh?" Takeo said, his eyes filled with sadness. Vincent nodded, wiping his tears away. He then got into his bed, laying on his side.
"Don't worry," Takeo's voice came, making the squirrel looking at him. "Mama has to work all day tomorrow! She won't be home until midnight!"
"Yay!" he replied, both brothers smiling at each other.
"Goodnight, Vincent. Sweet dreams." Takeo said, turning off his lamp and going to sleep.
"Goodnight, Takeo. Sweet dreams." Vincent repeated to his brother, also shutting off his lamp, and closing his eyes. One sentence popped into his head.
"If you ever need anything, just come find me."
Grim: Hope you enjoyed that!
Broken: Here's there info!
Name: Duststar Star
Age: 31
Gender: Female
Animal: Panther (black)
Clothing: A black business suit
Personality: Nice to other people, mean to her children
Likes: Her children away from her, people thinking she's nice, her job, still loves her dead husband (refuses to get remarried)
Dislikes: Her children, people knowing the truth, knowing her husband is dead
Fears: Losing her job
Family: Two sons: Vincent and Takeo
Weapons: Her claws
Habits: Drinks too many energy drinks
Name: Takeo Star
Age: 13
Gender: Male
Animal: Dingo (gray with white belly, and one paw white)
Clothing: A red bandana around his neck
Personality: Sweet, can easily get angered, easily scared, happy, loyal, helpful
Likes: Happy things, his brother being happy, his mother away, nice people
Dislikes: sad things, Vincent being hurt, his mother trying to harm them, people who trust his mother more than him
Fears: His mother, Vincent getting killed, bumble bees, spiders
Family: His mother, Duststar, and his brother, Vincent
Weapons: A small pocket knife his father gave him before he died
Habits: Talks to his father's picture sometimes
Name: Vincent Star
Age: 7
Gender: Male
Animal: Squirrel (beautiful matted blue)
Clothing: Dog tags, military jacket that's too big
Personality: Easily scared, easy to make sad, loyal, happy
Likes: Grim, Takeo, Bell, Broken, music, drawing, reading, eating, rainy days, his mother FAR away from him, friends
Dislikes: His mother, being beaten, being yelled at, being alone
Fears: His mother killing, starving, Grim turning on him one day, being abandoned
Family: His mother, Duststar, and his brother, Takeo
Weapons: A small pocket knife (like Takeo's, but it's blue)
Habits: Sleeping with music (Grim's fault), cracking his knuckles (Grim's fault), kisses his dog tags for good luck
Grim: That's them!
Broken: Man, you're going to mess Vincent up.
Grim: Just a little!
Broken: *sighs* Bye guys! See you soon! Hopefully...