Authors Note: Alright, so, this will be my first OFF fanficton. I will be going over this for grammar and spelling. :) Also, I rated this PG because there will not be any cursing, nor sexual activity. Yet again, the OFF fandom is mature.
Batter was 9 years old.
He was a child who was fond of baseball. He collected baseball cards and sometimes went to practice. He only went on Sundays because there was less people there to see him, he was often bullied about his odd number of eyes and their color. He had four eyes, all red with black pupils. His mother nor his father had the strange number of orbs, he didn't really pay attention to that flaw. He planned on being a professional baseball player, but he doubted that would happen. He also had a deep dark feeling about ghosts, they were just so "unpure".
Right now, Batter was sitting on the edge of his bed, scanning over his baseball cards. He was awfully lonely at this moment and did not know who to give is company too. He was often teased by the other children when he wanted to play a simple game of baseball. Often called "Four Eyes".
That nickname ran through his mind for a while, it was so awful.
He didn't want to let this ruin his day.
His unpleasant mother was going to be home at 4:30.
His red orbs floated up to the black clock that lay upon the white plane walls. It was 2:12. He had time to drop off at Zacharie's home. He was also teased.
Zacharie was a strange boy, you had to admit, but he did not have any flaws like Batter did. Zacharie often would wear a mask. Either a frog or a cat. He did not want to revival his face. Often he would say "My face is my picture, a special picture only for me to visualize." He also would also see Batter in the park and trade baseball cards with him. Batter once asked "Why do you always want to trade cards?" His response was "I'm planning on being a merchant." This was not a lie, he was very happy with his long time dream.
Anyways, lets go back onto Batter.
He had about two hours to visit this so called "friend".
A hand reached out for his baseball cards and his bat... Just in case.
He eventually reached his house and put a firm knock at the red door.
A familiar cat mask peered out from behind the door.
Zacharie.
"Hello there, amigo, care to enter?"
Batter nodded as the masked wannabe salesman held the door wide open for him to enter.
The room was filled with a sweet aroma of vanilla scented candles.
Zacharie sat upon a white leather sofa that was decorated with red pillows that had white hearts printed onto the fabric.
Batter quickly stumbled over to the sofa and climbed onto it.
Zacharie smirked from under his mask and then took out a stack of neatly ordered baseball cards.
"So, amigo, what brings you to my humble home?" Zacharie spoke from under the mask.
"I got bored, the bulling thoughts were catching up to me."
"Ah, don't let it bother you! Just overcome it. " He lightly patted his shoulder.
"Alright. Lets just trade already." Batter said in annoyance.
Soon they traded cards for about two hours until a knock came from the door.
"BATTER, GET OVER HERE, DON'T CHA' EVER SNEAK OUT OF THE HOUSE LIKE THAT AGAIN!"
"Welp, I gotta go." Batter had a worried look on his face before he grabbed his cards and dashed out of the door.
"See you soon, amigo."
