I grumbled as I walked through an evacuated street, cloak on, me running a hand through my black hair to calm myself as I walked. I stuffed my hands into my black cargo pants, my black turtleneck and black t-shirt underneath it shielding me from the cold. I had black boots on, and black knee high socks, because I found them comfy.
It was snowing out as I walked by myself, slightly hunched, the hood of my cloak up and covering me since the rest of me was covered by my cloak. I heard someone, and walked over to them curiously, seeing a person kneeling by a field of flowers.
I hide behind a nearby bench, peeking up at them and letting out a squeak of fear when they saw me, crouching down and covering my head with my arms in fear and trembling as they came closer, remembering the large stick I had been using as a staff and holding it close to myself.
"I'm not gonna hurt ya, kid." The person said, looking annoyed as they picked me up and set me on my feet. I whimpered again anyway, backing up a little, using the staff to help myself stay up.
I was confused with how nice this person was being, making me hesitant, nervously looking up at them, since they were taller than me, shaking a little in nervousness.
"Come on.' They said. "I'm not gonna hurt ya."
I didn't calm down any, taking a step back, people having tricked me before with false kindness.
"Don't worry." they said. "I think you should come with me though."
I nervously obeyed, having turned around and noticed some villagers coming out of their house with weapons.
"This way." They said, pointing to a house that they then entered. I quickly followed them inside, limping some from past injuries, the only reason I wasn't earlier was because I wasn't rushing to get to 'safety'.
"Well" they said. "You should sit down."
I hesitantly did, a little relief flooding me as I did, though I was still wary and ready to use what little magic I knew how at any moment.
"Need something to eat?" they asked.
I was about to shake my head no, but my stomach answered for me, loudly grumbling.
"Alright then.' they said, grabbing me out a chocolate bar.
I greedily took the bar, eating it like it was the first thing i'd eaten in months… because it was.
"Good?" They asked. I blushed furiously when I realised what I just did, pulling the hood of my cloak over my face in my embarrassment.
"What?" They asked.
I didn't reply, unable to answer because of a completely different injury.
"I'll take it as a yes." they said.
I squirmed a little from where I sat, hearing the crowd of villagers go by, but they didn't seem to notice where I went because they passed this house.
"They won't bother you.' they said.
I flinched, them having come closer to say this, me scooting away.
"It's alright." they said." I won't hurt you." I whimpered a little, though scooted closer, deciding to trust them when I heard the sincerity in their voice.
They put an arm around me, holding me. I froze up when they did, starting to shake, eyes wide as I shuddered.
"Hey, what's wrong?" they asked, letting go of me. I made a whipping motion with my arm, then pointed to my back, not looking at them.
'Don't worry." They said. "I won't hurt you.'
I shuddered a little, tears entering my eyes as I started remembering things that were done to me.
"You'll be okay." They said, holding me.
I cried, going limp and silently sobbing, shaking terrible.
"You okay?" they asked, rubbing me gently. I shook my head 'no' crying more.
"Don't worry." they said. "I won't let you get hurt.'
I was surprised at how… kind this person was genuinely being, making me more wary but also a tiny bit happy that not all people are assholes.
"You still hungry?" they asked.
I nodded… before I fell onto the floor limp, out of energy, eyes going half lidded.
"You okay?" they asked, grabbing me and putting me on the couch.
I weakly shook my head, DETERMINATION running low, it being what I had been mostly running on this entire time.
She gave me the food, helping me chew. I weakly smiled thankfully at her, swallowing the food.
"Good?" She asked.
I was about to answer, but two people came in, making me whimper in fear.
"Hey, mom, dad." they said, waving at them. I whimpered fearfully, wishing I could move.
"Who is this?" the mother asked.
"Don't know." they said. "Found 'em outside."
I was looking at the adults in a little less fear, glad they didn't know who I was. I tried to wave, but my arm just kinda moved a little, making me whimper.
"Well" they said. "Better make sure they're bandaged up and all that."
I didn't seem to like this, shaking a little, not wanting anyone to see my scars at all.
"How about you eat some more?" they asked, noticing.
I opened my mouth as much as I could, sighing inwardly in relief.
They put more food in my mouth, holding it. I weakly ate the food, my stomach rumbles quieting down.
"Better?" they asked.
I nodded weakly, smiling a tiny bit at them, eyes drooping, suddenly tired.
"Tired?" they asked. I would've answered them, but I was already asleep, exhausted from the day I had.
When I woke up a couple of hours later, I felt a little better, me looking around warily before patting myself down, feeling some actual meat on my skin, not looking like someone put fake flesh on a skeleton, didn't put anything under it, and called it a day.
I sat up weakly, slowly observing the room I was in.
"Morning." the one from earlier said, coming into the room.
I weakly waved, not having the energy to get up without my staff.
"Here ya go." She said, tossing it to me. I fumbled to catch it, legs shaking as I struggled to stand.
"You need help?" They asked.
I stubbornly refused, trying to stand by myself and succeeding… for five seconds, before I fell back onto the couch with a sad whimper.
"It's fine." they said, helping me up. "You'll get the hang of it soon."
I blushed in embarrassment, looking down at the ground, them helping me into the kitchen and setting me into a seat.
"Whatcha want?" they asked.
I tried to answer, but remembered I couldn't speak, making me tear up a little bit.
"What's wrong?" they asked.
I pointed to myself, then motioned that I missed something before doing the talking motion with my hand, sniffing a little.
"Oh.' They said." Well, that's fine. You can just sign to me."
I blushed, shuffling in place in embarrassment, not knowing sign language… since there was nobody that would teach me.
"What?" They asked, confused.
I tried to motion to them that I didn't know sign language, sniffling a little.
"Well" they said, shrugging. "I could teach you." I looked hopeful, smiling at them.
"Ready to start?" They asked. I nodded eagerly but weakly, since I still had low energy even though I was a little better, my magic having made the most of the food I had gotten yesterday.
"Alright." They said, beginning to teach me. I tried to get it, but I was having a little trouble, making them start to get frustrated.
"No, that's not it." they said, sighing in frustration. "You're still doing it wrong."
I slumped a little, starting to look depressed, thinking that I'd never get it down.
"Don't worry." they said, patting my head. "You'll get it soon enough."
I violently flinched at the sudden contact, wincing a little from the smaller scars on my head.
"What's wrong?" they asked.
I hesitated, lowering my hood and showing her the top of my head, scars visible even through the hair.
"Oh, I'm sorry." they said, taking me into a hug. "I didn't know."
I flinched again… but made myself relax into the hug, starting to shake and sob a little.
"It's okay." They said. "You'll be okay."
I managed to calm down, since I wasn't really in some of my… more bad memories, resting my head on her shoulder and sniffling a little.
"Don't worry." They said, still holding me. "You'll be fine."
"Such a cute couple." They're mother said, walking by, a teasing smile on her face.
I looked confused at this, not understanding, looking up at them for them to explain and seeing their face red.
"D-don't worry about it.' they said. I looked at them confusedly, before weakly shrugging, deciding to take their word for it. I realised I never learned their name, so I struggled sign a question to them.
"N-A-M-E?" I barely managed to sign, having messed up a bunch and looking a little frustrated by the time I got it.
"Chara." They said. I smiled a little up at them, but didn't sign my own back… because nobody ever gave me one.
"So" Chara asked." What's yours?"
I looked down, rubbing my arm awkwardly, a sad look coming across my face again.
"What's yours?" They asked.
I simply shook my head 'no', them getting what I meant.
"Oh." they said. "Well, how about I give you one?" I looked up at them, tilting my head.
"I'll give you a name.' they said. I looked a little excited, weakly bouncing in my seat.
"Hmm." they said, thinking. "What should it be?" I shrugged, having never thought of one before.
"How about Cal?" they asked.
I thought about it for a second, before nodding, deciding that was a okay enough name.
"Good." they said, nodding.
I grabbed their hands to tell them that I wanted to get back to trying to learn sign language.
"Alright." they said, nodding. "Let's do it."
I seemed to be getting it easier this time, though I couldn't learn a whole new language in a day.
"We'll get it.' they said. "It's a practice thing."
"O-k." I managed to sign, though with less trouble than last time.
She gave me a thumbs up, grinning. I smiled back, before my stomach rumbled loudly.
"Hungry?" they asked. I nodded, not bothering to be embarrassed.
"Me too." they said, getting up and getting food. I didn't move from where I was at the table since I knew I didn't have the energy to.
They set the food down in front of me. I weakly ate it, slowly lifting the food to my mouth and eating.
"Good?" Chara asked.
I nodded, smiling at them, internally still wary because of how unused to kindness I was.
"Good." they said. When we were done eating, I tried to get up so I could return to the couch, legs wobbling as I supported myself on my staff… only to start to fall forward.
They held out an arm to catch me. I fell into their arm, clutching onto it and shaking a little.
"It's alright." they said, taking me to the couch.
I sighed in both frustration and sadness, lying down on the couch and shivering a little, suddenly cold, sneezing.
"You okay?" Chara asked. I shook my head, sneezing again and shivering more.
Chara grabbed me a blanket, wrapping me up. I continued to shiver in the blanket, sneezing again.
"Here.' Chara said, getting me a cold washcloth. I looked confused, wondering why they gave me a cold washcloth when I was shivering.
"You'll need it." Chara said. I shrugged, managing to fall asleep.
A/N: New story, yaaay! chapters may be shorter, warning ya now.