Hellboy fanfiction

"Chapter 1. The shadow"

"I always knew when I was younger the world wasn't as nice and pleasant as it seems, I knew from right and wrong and what was dangerous. Though there was a time when I was just like any normal kid, well normal for me I always loved dressing like a Lolita it felt right when I wore those dresses. And I get so many compliments wearing them, but that's not where this story goes. I didn't really have any friends since I was the only kid in my elementary school that dressed the way I do, so yeah I felt like an outsider. I did have people to play with, but it was just at school I didn't have any friends outside of school. I went to a privet school, we didn't have school uniforms but the dress code was like at normal schools it didn't bother me. I was an only child I basically had the house to myself most of the time when I come home from school, I was well behaved kid so my parents didn't haft to worry about me. Though being in a big house alone for a kid gets almost lonely, you learn to adapt to it like I did I feel lonely at school so it's no different."

"One day when I got home from school, I came through the front door like normal. And there was a note on kitchen table that said

"Dear Danica,

We're sorry that we couldn't be there to great you like we promises, your father and I had to take care of some business and won't be home till tomorrow afternoon. I already made you your dinner it's in the fridge I made you your favorite, and remember to brush your teeth after dinner and bedtime is at 8:30.

Love, Mom and Dad"

"This normally happens on school days the only times I get to spend time with them is on Saturdays and Sundays, and Holidays at the least they usefully make it up to me. Dinner doesn't start until seven. So I had two hours to play outside, of course there was a rule do thirty minutes of homework then play outside. Doing that stuff proved that I was a good child, the better I did the more Lolita dress I get. Once I finished my thirty minutes of homework, I went to the backyard. I ran to the large tree that had a swing set on it, I sat down on the set and I started drawing in my sketch book. Despite being the weirdest dressed kid in school I was the best artist in my class to me I was alright, though being mostly lone I didn't have and friends to share my drawings with. Though drawing was a hobby I really loved singing and music the most I often tried to have an imaginary friend, but nothing really worked. I looked online how to make an imaginary friend, even that did worked. When I put my sketch book down I started swinging back and forward on the swing for about ten minutes, while I was swinging I didn't notice that someone or something took my sketch book."

"When I finished swinging I jumped off and landed on my feet, when I turned around to get my sketch book I saw that it was gone

"My sketchbook what happened?" When I yelled that out I started looking around for it, then I started running around the tree the swing set was on. When I was on the other side of the tree I stopped running and I was surprised, there was someone sitting and leaning back on the tree looking in my sketchbook. He was kind of sketchy looking he wore what looked like a gas mask, but it had gold on the bottom of it I've never seem a mask like that. He also wore this strange type of bodysuit and some kind of chest armor, it didn't look like a real person to me. Before I spoke I saw his head turn to me, I barely stepped backwards.

"Oh sorry but that's my sketchbook your looking at." I didn't look at him when I told him that, something about him didn't seem right, he seemed inhuman. When I looked at him I saw that he held my sketchbook wanting me to take it I said to him

"Oh thank you." I took my sketch book from his hand and I asked him

"Hm what are you? Can you speak?" I heard nothing from him, he pointed at my sketch book once then motioned like he was writing something. I tore a blank page from it and I handed it to him, he got out a pen and started writing. When he finished writing he motioned me to sit next to him, I don't know if it was the right thing to do. But what chose did I have? I walked up to him and sat where he wanted me to sit on the paper he wrote

"No I can't speak, but I can write English. Is there anything else you want to know?"

"What are you?" Was the question I asked him, he started writing again and the next sentence said

"I guess you can call me an imaginary friend?" Something about that didn't seem right to me somehow, but then again I have tried everything to make an imaginary friend and this is shows that it worked.

"Okay what do I call you?" I saw him writing on the paper again and he wrote

"Kroenen." If he really is an imaginary friend, he looks a little creepy to be one. He reminds of a horror movie trailer I saw on TV once with my parents, I noticed that he had a knife strapped on the side of his arm. I don't know if it was for show or if it was real? Despite being a Lolita I'm fascinated with the paranormal, and strangle Kroenen knew quite a lot about it more than me. I was still young so yeah of course he's knew more than me, I wonder why my imagination made him look the way he does?

When it came time for dinner I let him in the house, I could tell be looked impressed of how big it was on the inside. Not to mention all the expensive furniture and the fancy kitchen, while I was reheating my dinner I noticed that Kroenen was looking at my family photos that was on my fire place.

"Those are pictures of me and my parents, it should be easy to tell. Since I'm in most of those pictures." That's what I said to him when the microwave was done heating my dinner, I took it out and placed it on the table. I didn't noticed the Kroenen was watching me when I sat down on the chair, while I was rolling up my sleeve I heard him walking towards the kitchen where I was. I felt him tap my shoulder a few times, when I turned my head to him he was holding a piece of paper that said

"Do you always stay here by yourself?" I guess he looks scary but he's nice, that must be the reason my looks like that? When I answered that question I turned my head back

"Yes most of the time, the only times I get to see my parents are on weekends Holidays at the most. My parents work and own their own business, and they just got it bigger there making more. I don't seem them till days on end." Before I continued speak I took a few sips of orange juice and placed the cup back on the table

"I bare know what they look like because I don't often seem them." I looked at the fireplace where the pictures where

"The longest time I can see them are in pictures. Or if one of them is sick or I am." I saw him sit in the chair next to me and he was writing on the paper and he showed me what he wrote

"Don't you have any friends? To spend time with you?"

"Look at me I stand out a lot the color of my eye, skin and hair. Not to mention the way I dress, I don't look like kids my age, I look more like a living doll than a person. I'm the only one that dresses the way I do at school, though my parent can understand my it's hard for me to make friends." I started to look disappointed when I was still speaking

"The only friends I've had where the ones in my head. Or in my sketchbook" For some reason I could tell he was a little upset about that, I tired at smile to make him feel a little better

"But it's fine I'm used to being alone."

After that conversation asked what I was into, he also asked why I dress the way I do. So yeah I showed him my room, the important part was my large walk in closet. It was filled with hundreds of different Lolita dresses, shoes and the accessories that came with dresses. While was still in shock of the closet I took off my pink bonnet and placed it with the others, I placed my black dress shoes with my other shoes. The difficult part was getting the dress off, my mom would normally help me since she wasn't here it takes me longer to take it off. I didn't like it but I had no choice

"Kroenen could you help me with something?" I asked him to help me with my dress, since he was a guys I didn't like it. So I had him use one of my ribbons as a blind fold, it seemed a little right

"For an imaginary friend he seemed pretty solid?" I saw him untie the bow from the back and unbutton the top of the dress slowly and carefully

"And he seems familiar with these types of cloths too, most guys can't figure out how girls gets these on? Not unless you lived in the 18th century." That's what I thought to myself I felt him undue the final button and I stepped away from him making sure nothing else happened I didn't look at him to hid the fact that it was embracing

"Thanks Kroenen I can take care it from here. Keep that on you till I say so." To my surprised I heard my mom's voice from downstair

" Danica we're home." I turned around to my door and said

" No way they said not till tomorrow?" What surprised me even more was that Kroenen was gone

" He's gone? Maybe he was an imaginary friend after all?"