WHAT? Something NOT Corpse Party?! *le gasp* And by myself?! Even more scandalous!
Eeyup, I'm doing a fan-made past for Dio. I hope it'll turn out alright, and that it will do the original story justice. I aim to make this believable, and tie in with why Dio does certain things in the game. I dunno how great it'll be... I hope you all will be honest with how you take this story. Also, I'm unsure of how many parts there will be just yet... So I can't really anticipate when the end will be. Welp, that's all... I hope this is an enjoyable ride, and not something that doesn't take well to the game script.
Life was hard... Really, really hard... The boy had no family to speak of, no home to turn to. He was deserted on the streets like trash. He spent his days laying upon the ground, surviving on what little people would offer him as they passed by him and his pitiful shape. He wouldn't hang on much longer... After all, there was nothing in his life that made fighting this hard worth it.
Until... a man approached him one cold, February day. He shook him lightly to get his attention, placing a whole loaf of bread in his lap. The large item of food certainly got the boy to look curiously at the man in the white coat. He inspected the bread, then his eyes slid back up to meet the man's. "Who... are you? Why are you giving me this?" he asked in a small, weak voice, his hands trembling as even the action of lifting the bread proved tedious for his malnourished muscles.
The man smiled down at him, tucking his hands into his coat's pockets after the boy curiously nibbled at the bread. He began to take huge bites of the bread after discovering it wasn't cheap, stale, or molded. "I, my boy, am Doctor Drevis. What about you? Do you have a name?" he asked, knelling down in front of the boy, watching him eat behind the glare of his glasses.
The boy finished off the food, feeling more full than he had in months. He desperately licked at his fingers for any crumbs he may have missed, not a single bit taken for granted. Once he was certain he got all of the bread, his copper eyes came back to Dr. Drevis.
Such... wonderful eyes... All they need is a nice spark, and they'd be perfect...
"No... I forgot it... since no one has asked or called me by it for a long time," the boy answered hesitantly, figuring he'd at least humor the doctor, since he had fed him for the day. Names weren't what was important to him, since living on the streets in itself was stripping you of your identity. He was just another face in the sea of bony, pale, dirty people. Actually... he didn't have anything important. He wouldn't have even eaten the food handed to him if it wasn't his instincts telling him to do so. He mostly just wanted this pitiful existence to be over.
Doctor Drevis paused thoughtfully, rubbing his chin as if considering something in his head. "Well... I see potential in you, unlike everyone else... Would you like to come live with my wife and me?" he asked with a kind smile, though the shadow cast from the sun behind him covered his eyes in a somewhat uneasy fashion. "I can give you work to do with pay. How does that sound?"
The boy looked at him as if this was some dream he expected to wake from at any moment. He examined his surroundings, the filthy street where garbage lined the sidewalk. He didn't want to be a part of this scenery anymore... What he was being offered was a fresh start. A second chance. He sat there in a stunned silence afterwords, before giving a small nod. "That... would be nice," he admitted, standing with the help of the doctor's hand. His smile seemed to grow considerably.
"Good! Then come along. You must meet my wife," the doctor insisted, pulling the boy alongside him to bring him to his home. As they walked hand in hand, the boy couldn't help but be skeptical of his situation. He gripped the other's hand tight, as if testing the reality of what was happening. Sure enough, he wasn't asleep. This was real. A small grin grew on his face, a new energy to his step that he had lacked before. He would turn his life around... He'd work hard, and prove to Doctor Drevis that he wasn't making a mistake here.