Hey guys, Midnight Prince here and I am sorry for the hiatus. I will be continuing my other stories shortly. I actually had an ARMS story 2 months before it came out but my brother spilled water on my computer so :p. Anyway, I'll be using names from another ARMS fanfiction (The Sleepover). This is a Spring Man origin story of sorts. Will be changed if more information about ARMS surfaces.

The songs for this chapter are: Take On Me – A-Ha, Guardian Theme (LoZ: BOTW)

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Rated T for Minimum Cringe

Hungry – That's what he felt. He was hungry and cold. Laying down in a small car, Mark Goodman used to the last of his strength to check on his mom. He knew she was trying her hardest to keep them alive, but he couldn't help but feel sorry for them. Clenching his shirt, he tried to remember a time when his father wasn't dead, or when he wasn't homeless. He silently cried himself to sleep awaiting the next day.

The children at school never approached him. Instead, they watched him from afar and picked at him. He had no direct bullies, but sometimes people would be brave enough to approach him. He always got sent to the Principal's office after it. It's not like he cared, his life was only important when day fell and the night rose.

"Baby, wake up." His mom softly crooned to him.

"Huh?" He said, still half asleep.

"You have to go to school."

Mark let out a large yawn and sat up, pulling the car seat up with him.

"Do I have to?"

"I have to-"

"Go to work, yes."

"I want to stay with you, Mom. School is boring and I don't learn anything." He said adamantly.

"Can you try to learn something today, for me? Please?"

Mark softened his face instantly.

"Yeah, I guess."

"Good, now go into the bathroom and clean yourself up."

They had been sleeping near a truck stop for the past month. The drivers were so kind that they gave Mark and his mother free shower passes and treated them relatively nicely. Although he wouldn't tell his mom, Mark hated his living situation and wanted out. The only way for them to get an apartment was if they went into a shelter, or his mother earned more money. The job she had was abysmal, but she tried to not put that burden on him. Too bad, he already was taking measures to get them out.

Mark walked into the reasonably sized store, greeted them early staff and walked into the bathroom. His clothes and tooth brush in his hand, he got ready for another day at school.

"So, do you have a girlfriend yet?" His mother asked when he got back to the car.

"We've already had this conversation already." Mark droned.

"Yes, but I want you to get one." She sighed and then started driving.

"What about that girl Robin? You're always talking to her when I pick you up."

"That's because she's a friend. The only friend I have left."

They didn't talk for the rest of the ride.

She pulled up to the school and unlocked the doors.

"Go, have fun school. I'll see you later."

"Bye, love you."

"I love you too, son."

"Now go, your girlfriend is waiting for you."

He groaned and slinked out of the car.

After seeing his mother off, Mark walked into his school, past the plaque of all the school's donators and supporters into the cafeteria. He looked around to find her bright blonde pigtails in the small crowd of people.

'There she is!' He thought.

He walked over to her and put his slapped his hands on her shoulders.

"Aah! You know, you should really stop scaring me." She squealed.

"You should be used to it. I do it every morning."

"Yeah, but I don't expect it."

"That's the point."

"Anyway, did you do the project?"

"For Ms. Borden?"

"Yes."

"No."

"Why not?!" She exclaimed.

Mark looked around him and checked his bag.

"Okay, I get it-"

"Does it look like I have a computer?" He crooned.

Robin sighed.

"I can probably ask her for an extension for you on those terms. You might have to do extra work though."

Mark started to look in his bag again.

"I meant in an environment where you can do it. Like my house."

"Why go through that? Just let me fail."

"No."

"Why?"

"Because… because… um-"

"Let me stop you there. What would your boyfriend think if he knew I was in your house."

"Probably fearing for my safety."

"Gee, thanks."

He stared to walk away when she grabbed his shoulder.

"Listen. I don't want you to fail. I want you to graduate with the rest of us and then you can go do what you want. Okay? I'm not giving up on you, don't give up on yourself?"

He turned around, ready to go on the line for breakfast.

"Yeah whatever, just don't get mad at me when he wants to fight me and you have stitch him up."

Not knowing what to say to that, Robin lowered her head and sat at her table with her other friends.

"What's up with you today?" Her brunette haired-friend inquired.

"Nothing. It's just that Mark is being a jerk today."

"Isn't he always?"

"No. Not before the accident?"

"Hey, key word of advice, stop trying to help him, he's going nowhere in life and you have yours to live." Another friend piped in.

"What would you do in his situation?"

"What? What kind of question is that?"

"I said, what would you do in his situation?"

"I don't know, but I wouldn't act like a jackass."

"You don't know that!"

"Why are you defending him?"

"Oooh, I know why!" Laci, the brunette, said.

She whispered to Maria, the other friend the answer.

"I bet she does."

"What did you tell her?!"

"Nothing."

"Ugh, I can't deal with you two today! Where's Brian?" She said, changing topic.

"I don't know, probably in the bathroom with another one of his groupies." Laci said, smirking.

"THAT'S NOT FUNNY!"

And that ends this chapter. Please review. I would like to know your opinions and inquiries. Also, if anyone wants to make cover art for this story, Spring Man has brown hair. Until he gets his ARMS. I also need a name for his mother,

Honestly, the guardian theme really gets you into the mood when reading this story.

PEACE OUT!

-Mr. Midnight Prince