Authors note: This is my first time attempting a fanfic of this genre, I hope you enjoy it. I don't know whether or not to continue it yet, either way enjoy!

The Cellar. It was a somewhat bleak dark place. The only light sources were the occasional small fire that had been started by an unknown force. The floorboards were rotted wood that had been heavily damaged by age. The walls were covered in dust and cobwebs. In one room specifically, there was a wide open door that had a chain lying in front of it. The lock had been opened and, what was left of the broken key lied in pieces. Inside the room was a lot of books, lining shelves on every part of the wall. There were all types of literature though there were also a good few books that were completely blank.

Around the floor of the library lay a group of young children. Most of them were asleep, resting. The library was not that well lit, however. It was quite dark and it seemed like the perfect place to sleep before they continued deeper into the cellar. At another part of the big library was a dim light coming from a blue candle that was on the floor, next to the mostly awake child. Isaac, a poor boy, had wound up fleeing into the cellar in an attempt to evade his mother's murderous intent, after she had heard the voice of god that had made her throw away all his possessions, pets and toys. Isaac had seen a good few of his toys in the cellar, but only took a few things, one of which being a box of crayons that he always loved using.

The sad little boy was not able to sleep. Every time he tried, he kept awakening for no known reason. It wasn't helping that he didn't feel tired, either. All he could do was pass the time until he felt tired again and was able to slumber, so he was using blank book pages for his crayons.

Isaac sniffled, having some tears running down his face. Dangling around his neck was a six sided single dice attached to a string. The item was helpful a lot, though this strange place that was a cellar was housing all sorts of odd monsters. The young boy suddenly felt a hand on his shoulder surprising him. He looked and saw a similar aged boy who had an eye patch over one eye and a gold band around his foot. He was also wearing a belt, clearly too long because the leather object was stretched over his shoulder and around his waist. This was Cain, one of the first of many Isaac met that he considered friends, though he was a bit hesitant to be alone with him in the night.

Cain saw the little crayon drawing his friend had been working on, seeing a crude drawing depicting what he presumed to be Isaac's mother, at least back when she wasn't out of her mind. Isaac was missing her immensely. She used to be sweet and treated him like her whole world, but that was before she started hearing god's voice. Isaac hoped he would be able to be with his mom again, mentally stable, but he knew that was hoping for an awful lot on top of survival.

Cain patted Isaac on the back before sitting beside him, seeing how upset he often was, but Isaac felt unsafe, having trust issues. It took a little coaxing just to get the young boy to trust the group, let alone anyone in it. Isaac looked to his one eyed friend, offering him to join along in drawing. Cain shrugged, not seeing any reason not to, since he was awake now. He took a few of the crayons to play with on another blank book.

The two had drawn quite a few drawings featuring themselves, their friends or desires. But Isaac was curious what Cain had just finished. He saw his friend hold the book up for him to see the drawing Cain had made. It depicted him lying in a pile of coins like he was rich. He wasn't bad at drawing, as far as the eye can see. Isaac got a small smile, seeing his friend's ambition to get money. A lot the coins they found in the cellar did help a little, but he wondered how much it really would be worth if they could escape to safety.

Cain had an idea, pointing to Isaac's first drawing, the one of him and his mother back when they were a happy family of two before she lost her sanity. Isaac was confused, seeing his friend rip the new drawing from his own book and point to the blue candle, suggesting that they burned their drawings in hope and good faith that they come true. Isaac was hesitant. He hasn't had the strongest relationship with Cain, but ever since he met him, he was like an older brother in a sense. Though being quick on his feet and quick thinking was nice to have, he was greedy when it came to money, though no one could blame him. Everyone but Cain usually used the money for defending themselves, if they didn't have enough to make the shops worthwhile.

Isaac looked at his drawing, nodding. He and Cain held the corners of their crayon drawings over the blue candle. They watched the flame of the candle extend to their drawings, and they laid them beside each other on the floor, watching the crayon pictures turning to ash in front of their eyes. Isaac felt Cain's hand rubbing his back, telling him to not stop believing in this scary underground place. Faith was one of the only things they could rely on.

Isaac hugged Cain, his arms wrapping around him, sniffling, happy to know he was not going to be alone on this and that there were still people that cared enough for him. The eye patch wearing boy felt awkward by this. He rummaged around in one of the two glorified poorly stitched patches that was hanging off his belt. Cain pulled out something odd, breaking their embrace. He handed the item over to Isaac's hands. It was a broken quarter, only half of it remaining. It was broken due to a bad accident with a bomb. Cain then showed the other half of the quarter. He had given Isaac the other half of it as a good luck charm, claiming that he trusted him enough with the other half of a really valuable quarter.

Isaac thus happily accepted the lucky charm. Cain helped him up while picking up the candle. They both walked back to the part of the library the others slept in, aware that they had to get back to rest. Isaac felt a lot calmer, though tired, and didn't protest to going back to resting.