Ok I know I've been gone for like a while…. But it's cause of school! I have like exams for a full week and then it's tests another and then there are school events! DX just too much stuff going on this month, but I've finally grabbed some time to write so here's another new fan fiction while I'm working on the other two~.

"You're a good girl, right Flaky?" I nodded as my mother stared at me with her frail eyes. She patted my head with a smile pleased with my forced answer. My name is Flaky Willspring, and I happen to live in a little town not far from Tree town. My mother continued to stare at me with a sense of pride in her eyes. I didn't want to disappoint her since dad left us for another woman and skipped town with her. Ever since then, my frail mother has to work hard to provide for herself and her 12 year old daughter.

"Do you see that building over there? The one with the barred windows? Don't ever go near that house, okay?" I looked at her with caution, my 12 year old mind unable to understand the background behind her request. But I knew that if I didn't listen she would be mad at me. Mother and I both looked over to the house and saw a boy with green hair looking through one of the cracks in the wood.

Suddenly a woman opened the door and walked out of the house quickly, looking back with her green hair that was covering her frightened face. At that instant, Mother's grip on my hand tightened, making it numb from lack of blood flow. She quickly dragged me away from the area as she whispered and cursed under her breath. Her skin had become colorless and her eyes had a hint of fear in them, as if at the moment she saw that woman come out of the house, the area had suddenly become dangerous.

"It's a shame, such a good woman giving birth to such a demonic child. We used to be best friends until that boy came along, we all knew he was trouble but she wouldn't believe us." I looked back at the house to see that same boy, around my age, looking through the cracks of the barred window. His green hair covering part of his face, but his eyes, his emerald green eyes cried for help. Suddenly he was dragged away from the window, and the boy's screams filled the streets. Mother suddenly quickened to a run, dragging me behind her, keeping her grip on my hand.

"Momma? Who was that boy n the window?" Mother quickly snapped around and slapped me in the face, causing me to fall to the floor. Her eyes full of fear and anger, and her face completely pale as a ghost. She quickly picked me up off the ground and rushed home. "Never, go near that house! That demonic child lives there and I don't know what would happen to you if you went near him!" Her grip tightened as she ran from that house, and all I could do was stare at the window where the boy had been standing, staring out at the vast, empty streets.

The aura around the boy seemed sad, and innocent, despite what everyone says, I don't see anything "demonic" about him. He seemed tortured and misunderstood for being different. Mother told me rumors that his father would always beat him for no reason and that his mother would neglect feeding him and that she locked him in the basement. But I always thought those were just stories told by elders to scare children from going to that house.

Immediately after we got home mother went to her room and locked the door. I could her saying prayers, at some moments she would yell them and they echoed throughout the house. You could hear her throwing things onto the floor one after another, as if she was possessed and trying to fight off an evil. Then suddenly she screamed "LEAVE THEM OUT OF THIS!" I quietly peaked into her room to see that her brown eyes had turned red and that her pupils were dilated.

I was afraid. It all happened so fast, and all I knew was that I was afraid, I was scared. I ran, I ran as fast as I could. Cold Yellow eyes followed my every movement until I reached a dead end. But then suddenly the ground beneath my feet had crumbled leaving me to fall to my death. Suddenly when I thought I had hit the bottom of the pit, I woke up in my home, with mother sleeping in front of me.

"It…was… a…dream…?" I whispered my gaze looking at each wall of the room. My heart felt like it was going to burst out of my chest, the gaze of those yellow eyes burned into my mind. I didn't know what to do, but mother wasn't going to wake up for a while so I decided to go for a walk. It was only 3pm and this town is pretty peaceful except for the rumors of the "demon child" going around.

I found myself walking towards the forked road near that house. It seemed fairly modest, but something about it made it feel hostile. I noticed the boy was staring out the window again, staring right at me. I tried to wave to him but he was forced away from the window and a large bang followed a few minutes after. He was probably locked in the basement again. I noticed that my neighbor was walking down the street so I went to say hello.

"Oh Flaky! What are you doing walking around by yourself? Being a little adventurer aren't you? Did you're mother feed you anything yet? I bought some extra bread and fruit so why don't you have it?" She gave me the bag with the extra ingredients, even though we had more than enough at my house.

"T-Thank you…" She patted my head and waved goodbye. Her long blonde hair made her green eyes stand out like glittering emeralds. The moment I looked into her eyes I remembered the boy, if the rumors are right he probably didn't get anything to eat. I tried looking for a hole in the tall black fences around the house. Until I found one that was near the basement window. I saw the boy's green hair reflecting the little sunlight that the window had allowed in. I looked in the front to see if his parent's were home, which they weren't. Their car was gone, and everyone knows that if their car is gone that means their both out to get a break from their son.

I crawled in through the small hole and looked around to make sure no one had seen me enter, because we were all told not to come near this house. I snuck up to the window to see if the boy was there, which he was. He was holding his knees as he kept his head down, his green hair covering scars on his shoulders from previous whippings. I knocked on the small window lightly to grab his attention. He suddenly jumped up and looked up at the window. He backed away in fear, probably thinking I was going to hurt him. The window had enough dirt on it that I could write a message to him.

'Don't worry, I'm a friend' I wrote the words with a smile, he stared in shock but then finally unlocked the window. He opened it slightly and looked around, making sure to be cautious of everything that moved.

"Y-You shouldn't be here…."

"But, you weren't fed right?" He stared at me in shock, it seemed like I had answered correctly. I pulled a piece of bread and 2 apples from the bag and handed them to him. He seemed hesitant at first but then his stomach suddenly growled, so he grabbed the food from my hands while trying to hide his blushing face. I giggled quietly; I couldn't take the chance of getting caught especially here.

"Why, are you locked up in there? Aren't you l-lonely?" He looked at me with sorrowful eyes and played with his thumbs. He stayed quiet for a little while and I sat there waiting for his answer. Finally he started moving again and tugged at my shirt.

"They put me in here because they say I'm bad… But, I'm not…" I clasped his hands tightly and smiled.

"Of course you're not bad! W-Why would they say such a thing!?" I looked him straight in he eyes to assure him that what I was telling was the truth. Or at least that was what I believed was the truth.

"Why would you say that about someone you don't even know? What if I am bad…?" He looked down, staring into a daze. His grip was wavering as he didn't know what to do.

"Because I wanna be you're friend! There's no reason you're parents should lock you up like a monster!" He looked back up at me with those sorrowful eyes in disbelief. He bit his lip, forcing himself to believe that I was deceiving him.

"But they said I'm different because of my eyes… Both of my parents have blue eyes, yet I have green eyes… They said I'm unnatural… a monster…" He seemed to lose hope every second he thought about what they said. He seemed to be at the brink of tears, yet he showed no signs of crying. He looked back up at me and saw that I was crying myself.

"I don't know why they would say such a thing… You're eyes are beautiful… So what if you're different? I'm different too, I have red eyes instead of brown, and the others make fun of me because of it…" I held his hands tighter and leaned in so I could get a better look at his "room". As I leaned down to look he took his free hand and wiped away my tears.

"A girl… like you should cry…" He hesitantly smiled, but his smile suddenly vanished when he heard the front door open. He quickly looked at the door and then looked at me in fear.

"You have to run! You shouldn't be here!" He whispered harshly under his voice. He tried to push me away from the window and close it, but I held it open for one more second.

"Wait! But I haven't gotten you're name yet!" He looked at me quickly in despair but then he smiled at me.

"It's Phillip… But you can call me Flippy…" "I-I'm Flaky…" He nodded and quickly closed the window and motioned for me to run. I quickly ran back into the bush and found the hole in the gate and ran away as quickly as I could, making sure that I wasn't seen by anyone. As I ran from that house I could hear Flippy's cries as he was being tortured by his parents again. I wish I could at least help him in some way, but there was nothing I could do…. I couldn't break him out of that basement; I couldn't run away with him out of this town… I was useless to stop it.

Tears poured from my eyes as I ran home, the thought of Flippy being tortured made me feel even guiltier. And when I arrived home I saw that mother was waiting at the front door for me. When she saw me running up the road she quickly ran over to me and hugged me.

"Oh dear! Are you okay? Where did you run off to? I was so worried!" She hugged me tight, the same tone in her voice made her seem uncaring, but I knew that she still cared for me. Ever since Papa left us, she would always have an emotionless tone to hide her sadness…

"I'm sorry Momma! I went for a walk and lost track of time…" I couldn't let her know that I went to see Flippy, or else she would be mad at me… I handed her the bag our neighbor gave me earlier, with it being half full because I had given some to Flippy… She looked at the bag and then looked back at me…

"Ms… Ms. Pitt gave them to me… she wanted me to give them to you…" Mother patted me on the head and told me that I was a good girl. I couldn't help but feel guilty as she continued to compliment me when I actually did something bad. I talked to Flippy, I went near his house, I was almost caught by his parents, and I stayed outside of the house too long…

Things continued on as they always had, Mother made dinner, and we both watched the news together. The time flew so fast that it was already 9:00pm. Mother quickly put me to bed and walked out of the room…

"Sweet dreams…" She whispered as she closed the door. I could hear her footsteps as she went back to her room to say prayers again. She was always up until midnight saying prayers. She prayed that Papa would come back. She prayed that I would stay safe… She even prayed that Flippy would die, so that the world wouldn't have to fear him anymore… Before I had noticed it, I had fallen asleep in the cold, silent night. Even though it didn't feel long, beams of light shone through the window, forcing me to wake up. I heard mother pace back and forth downstairs in the kitchen, her footsteps going faster and slower.

I got up out of bed and walked downstairs to see that she was preparing breakfast as fast as she could. I watched as she rushed from one side of the kitchen to the other side, she was preparing several dishes at once… The moment she noticed me, her eyes were full of life, as if nothing had happened. She wasn't depressed, she wasn't pale, and her face was full of color.

"Flaky! Good morning! I'm just about done with breakfast! Sit, sit!" Mother waved me over to come and sit in my usual seat; she already had apple juice and a plate with toast, bacon, and eggs on it. This scared me a little bit, yet up until now she's been pale as a ghost and frail as a leaf. I decided to play along with it until I tasted the food, which tasted oddly sweet than what it usually tastes like… Mother probably added sugar… Maybe she's finally gotten over the fact that Papa left…

"Momma…? Are you okay…?" She looked at me and laughed. She seemed completely careless of the world. She hugged me and started humming as she finished making her breakfast.

"Of course! I've never felt better!"

When I finished eating I got up and started walking to the door. Mother didn't mind because it was good for me to go out and walk around since Papa left. She made sure that I was all set up for the weather, because there was a slight chill in the air today. But there were clear skies and it wasn't very windy either.

"Here, when you stop buy a mini store buy yourself a snack ok…?" She handed me a $10 bill and pushed me on the back to get going and have fun. I planned to meet Flippy again today, and probably give him some food again… I feel terrible about how terribly his parents treat him… He isn't a devil child….

I quickly rushed over to the mini store and bought some fruit and a few premade hot dogs. I didn't get any change back, so I quickly grabbed the bag and headed over to the hole behind Flippy's house. I made sure to look around so that I wouldn't be caught, and when it was clear I quickly went through the bushes and near Flippy's basement window where his room was. Flippy was sitting there staring at a green and yellow marble, holding it up to reflect the sunlight…

So I knocked on his window to let him notice me. He looked up and saw my crimson hair running down my face. He suddenly smiled and opened up the window and welcomed me.

"Flaky! Perfect timing, my parents' just left a few minutes ago! How are you?" He grabbed my hand and held it tight. Before I answered him I opened up the bag and handed him one of the hot dogs and some fruit.

"Have you been doing okay Flippy…? I heard what… they did to you yesterday…" I tried not to look as I held back my tears, and I could feel Flippy playing with my long wild hair.

"I've been doing okay… it's nothing to be embarrassed about… I've been this way for 10 years… So I'm used to it…" I turned around and looked at him; I was shocked at how he could just accept such a harsh treatment. I brought my face closer to his to stare him in the face, checking his eyes in case if he was lying. Startled, he moved back a little bit, flustered and staring back at me.

"… How can you live with such a harsh punishment…?"

Whew! Okay so I'm probably gonna try and keep working on this tomorrow! I stayed up really tried to finish this as fast as I could… I'll probably keep working on it tomorrow too… So I hope you guys expect more out of this story…! (And yes there will be lemon… In later chapters… I can't do it while their 12! Where's the sanity in that!? XD)

Flaky: Please review!

Flippy: … I'm tough… so I can handle any kind of pain!

Flaky:… You're too cocky…

Flippy: (metaphorical arrow in the heart) … Okay that hurt….

Me: (sigh) please review… while Flippy's in the corner sulking….

Flippy: I'M NOT SULKING!