Tavros was the child everyone would have wanted. He was always smiling, and only ever wanted happiness for his dad and step mom. And every summer they would go to the ocean. That's where he met Eridan Ampora.
At first sight he was a small, skinny boy playing alone in the sand. He was broken from his train of silence by Tavros gently tapping his shoulder. "Hey, chubby can't you see that I'm vvery busy?" He frowned angrily, furrowing his brow at the tanned male in front of him.
But Tavros kept smiling and plopped down next down to him, a soft thud into the grainy sand. "You looked lonely! Can I help you?" Eridan remained silent, removing the pail he had off a patch of sand, the shape withheld. "You should make a flag!" Tavros piped happily.
"... Make one?"
"Yeah!" Tavros crawled until finding a small stick. He handed it to Eridan and went off to find something else, coming back with a seashell. A tiny, shiny on. He tied it to the small stick and stuck it in the top of the small castle.
Eridan just stared for a while, before smiling and looking to him. "...Thanks, wwhat's your name?"
"Tavros!"
Every summer after that, he came back. Except for one. Eridan waited in that spot everyday, waiting for him to come and continued this every summer.
But Tavros would never come, because it happened so fast while going there. The year he never came back. He just remembers screams. Everyone just screaming, and a screeching tire rumble. Loud crashes of the flipping of the truck.
Suddenly everything was ringing. It mixed with the murderous screams of his family. He looked around in the blurry scene, a searing pain on every inch of his body. Smoke choked him, and he barley spotted his sister crawling with blood soaking her face and long, pale blonde curls.
Her arm was completely gone.
He didn't know where her bloody face was from. But he saw her fall to the ground. But he couldn't find his parents, anywhere, and he couldn't feel his legs. It was like they were gone, except for searing pain in a small portion of his thighs.
He felt his breathing get faster and faster, the world seemed silent for a moment before turning to nothing but blurs, then black.
At first he saw nothing but white. just white. He heard soft pained moaning admitting from his sister, and felt nothing again. He looked around and saw a young albino male, staring at the ground and frowning deeply.
"U-uncle.." He was quiet, his voice barely a whisper, but his uncle heard him and perked, but his frown remained. "Hi, Sweetie..."
Sometime in that hospital visit, he went to touch around his legs.
Their was absolutely nothing there. Nothing but the bed. He couldn't believe it. He started screaming for his mom, dad, anyone to hold him.
he was held by Uncle. And that's when the nurse said the words.
"Sweetie... They're d-dead..."
He remembered sobbing until his entire body shook, he felt like puking and he remembers doing so once. Why? He couldn't understand. He couldn't understand why. Why this was happening.
Why he had no legs.
Why he had no parents.
Why his sister had an eye patch, and no arm.
Why was it them.
He couldn't stand it. He just couldn't believe it.