With the influx of troll orphans a solution had to be made. Every sweep, or year, multiple trolls ended up without any lusus because they either: failed to find one, another lusus killed theirs, or their lusus was too deadly to pass human standards. Because the humans decided to take up the task of killing the dangerous lusus, they are forbidden from entering the reservations; the humans also decided the ultimate solution to help the trolls. Buildings grew around the outskirts of cities and towns called care houses, because humans care. The care houses are ordered to be separate from human orphanages because even though they are essentially the same, humans and trolls found that idea disgusting. Mixing the two species to grow up together and learn to understand each other, how ridiculous. Thus the creation of care houses.

However more problems arose for both species as the techniques for destroying lusus improved. Care houses began to over fill and resources dithered. The only sensible solution that would prevent: trolls from starving within the care houses and admitting that the humans made a poor solution, is to quicken the adoption process.

The usual human adoption system can take years before a child can be retrieved. That was the first idea for the trolls, but with the number increasing far beyond accepting, the process can now take from a week to a month. Barren couples, or trolls, are able to use this system to their own purpose instead of waiting, but some humans still prefer a 'pure' human orphan. And as many can imagine the system created many complications as a result. One man was found adopting only to create an underworld labor force. This sea dweller continuously adopted adolescences only to abandon them when she became bored. A woman used many young trolls to care for her in her weakened state. A troll used them for his . . . sexual ideals. And a man taught his to steal for him. Many cases like these continued, and they could easily be solved. But the trolls were taught to look out for themselves, and the humans 'should mind their own species.'

Personally, you think you could handle stealing from others to survive considering what you got.

You spent one month inside the care house of Skaia before she found you.

Her name was Amelia Vine. Devine as the young boys of her school called her. Always a flirt with the males as she waltzed past them. Her strawberry blonde hair brushing over the desperate boys that followed her. If only her father and mother survived longer to dot her more. But she managed.

She now runs a small candy shop, and of course the men called her the sweetest thing around. However it wasn't until she saw mothers stroll around with their babies, when she realized what she was missing. A woman pressing thirty in a few years, she felt longing. Now many men would offer up their 'services,' but why put up with that when troll adoption is quicker and smoother?

A White woman running your care house leads you to Amelia. "Vriska, this is your new mother." The woman pats your back and nudges you to 'mother.'

Amelia kneels down to your level and brushes your hair behind your ear, "Hello Vriska. I'm your mom, Amelia Vine." You stare at her and she starts to tear up. "I'm sorry. I'm just so excited right now."

"It's understandable dear," the woman behind you emphasizes. "It's not unusual."

"What do you think of staying with me?"

What do you think? This woman is treating you like the most important thing in the world, has she had her meds lately? You respond by brushing your hair back over your left eye.

"Why are you covering up?" The trolls made fun of you, that's why. That or they were too scared once they heard of your lusus. Amelia pushes your hair back, "You look beautiful as you are."

"I look weird."

"No you don't. Do other kids call you that?" You nod. "Well don't listen to them! You are who you are, and that's incredible." You laugh lightly, this woman is silly, but it doesn't make you stop her from hugging you. "I have all the paper signed, are you ready?" You realize that she's still asking if you're okay with this.

"Yes. I'm ready."

She hesitantly leaves you and stands up. Amelia holds her hand out for you to grab and the two of you leave with the only thing you own; the shirt with your symbol.

Amelia Vine has one of those homes that while not big or majestic, it's still a dream. A one-story with a garden out front, you walk close to her as you head inside. "Is this okay?"

You look around inside, "I would have made it big. Hit the clouds with towers around." She chuckles.

"Let me show you your room."

Your room is better than you could ever imagine. Blue. Almost every part of it blue. Amelia could tell your approval based on the sounds coming from your mouth.

"When I first saw you, I have to say I fell in love with your blood color. Cerulean is such a lovely shade."

You turn back confused, "Ceru-Cerule-"

"Cerulean. That's your color."

"Sounds pretty."

"Well then it fits a female like you."

Your face pouts, "I'm not pretty, I'm tough. I used to beat up anyone who hurt a spider in the care house." Truth is you actually cried until someone on the staff disciplined the culprit.

Amelia giggles but stops short, "Tell me, did you ever 'feed' your lusus?"

"No." That seems to relax Amelia. "What should I call you?"

She gives a small smile, "Mom, or Amelia is fine. I don't want to push you."

"Okay . . mom," that makes her happy again. "Do I have to change my name? Other trolls talked about that."

"I'll leave that up to you. I won't feel bad if you want to keep your name."

You sigh, "Thanks, I think Vriska Vine is a stupid name."

"Haha, Yes that would be a silly name" She looks at the clock in your room. "I think we should go shopping. Get you some nice, new clothes!" You look at your shirt, and agree.

With a store offering soooooooo many options, it makes your head spin a bit. Clothes of every size and color within your grasp, yet your decision disappointed your mom.

"That's it?" She looks as you show her a grey coat, blue pants, and pair of red shoes.

"Yeah! I look cool in this!"

"I think you need more than that."

"No."

"No?"

"No!"

Amelia gives a small laugh, "Okay baby steps. But we're going to have to get you more clothes eventually."

"But-" you look down on the shirt you are wearing.

"I can always add your symbol Vriska if that's what you're worried about." That seems like a cool idea to you. "How about we get some dinner? What do you like to eat?"

Your first month with Amelia is the best one you can remember in your childhood. She always cared for you first, and gave you more love than you could hold at times. She would show you off at the candy store, but hired a babysitter when she 'had to work late.' But the most significant part of your time with her is when she told you, "You're pretty innocent Vriska. Like you don't know what's right or wrong. What a wonderful age."

It was the next day after that when you can say everything changed.

Amelia was bringing you home from the shop when she asked what you were in the mood to have for dinner. "Anything you want. Anything at all." She looked away for a second before turning back, "We're having a guest tonight. Someone very important who wants to meet you."

"Who?"

"He's a friend that helps supply candy. I think you'll like him."

You don't know what you expected. You've seen many of her friends before, but not him. His name was Danvile.

He kneels down to look closely at you with his maroon eyes, "Hi Vriska. I'm Danvile." He holds out a grey hand for you to shake. You take it and watch his curvy horns bounce as he booms. "She has a strong grip Amelia! You always pick the best of course."

"I know. He's a fortune teller part time, Vriska."

"Yeah because it doesn't pay nearly enough," he jokes.

You squint, "Prove it. I don't think you're real."

"Alright," he moves his hand over your head humming, "I can tell that you're going to be a beautiful, strong troll."

"You're a fake."

Danvile laughs again, "She's too smart for me Amelia."

"I told you. You'll just have to do better." The woman bites down on her fingers nervous.

"Okay. Vriska, I bet you didn't clean behind your ears this morning."

You frown, "What's that supposed to mean-" Before you can finish, he reaches behind your ear and pulls out a shiny penny. "Whaaaaaaaat?" You snatch the penny away. "My ears can do that?"

"Well I just cleaned them. I told you I can predict the future. Do you want to?"

"I don't think I'm a psychic."

Amelia and Danvile frown, "I hope not. But all you need is a little help to be like me." He reaches into his side bag to pull out a wrapped present. Your eyes brighten up at the blue bow.

"Oh Danvile," mom complains, "You're bribing her."

"Now now Amelia, I know how to treat the ladies."

You've stopped listening to them because you're already tearing away the package. It reveals to be a black ball with the figure eight on it. "A magic eight ball," he explains. "Ask it any question, and it'll be a hundred percent accurate." Danvile lifts it from the box and asks, "Will Vriska and I be the best friends forever?" He shakes it and shows the small window to you.

"Definitely."

And that's how you met Danvile. You never completely understood him that night, he had these little jokes that only your mom understood. But he was nice. Danvile came by every weekend for months. Sometimes he would even stay until morning and make breakfast. He was basically family to you; even called you his Lucky Girl.

As more months went by, he became more relaxed around the house. Coming by more often. Touching Amelia more frequently. You've caught them holding hands over the couch while you watched television between them. You try to forget the one time when you had a nightmare so you walked into her room. They did what you saw two dogs outside do once. You laid in bed thinking after that.

When you were almost two sweeps old, your mother started to look for your elementary school.

Skaia Elementary is an interesting facility. You're segregated with other trolls of your color, most of which are not your age. But you all learn the same thing; which meant you heard lessons above your level. And it was during a free period when you made a huge mistake.

"What are you doing?" one of the older students asks. You tell her that you were drawing your family. She squints to examine closer and moves to talk to the teacher. Your teacher returns to take your artwork away from you and requests that you go home for the day.

You don't understand why a picture of you, mom and Danvile could be bad.

Amelia questions why you're going home so early when you're both home. You tell her that you don't know. She questions you again. You tell her they sent you home after making a picture with the three of you.

She's taken aback, "You what!?"

"Well I-"

"Are you an idiot!? Do you want us killed?" You feel like this is another situation you don't understand.

"You like Danvile right? Like kissy-kissy."

"That doesn't matter Vriska!" She shrieks. "Who found out?" You explain only the teacher and a student. Amelia paces back and forth, "I need to call him. We have to leave."

"But I like it here."

"Then you shouldn't have fucked up!" She moves to the phone. The numbers are pressed, and Amelia holds it up to her face only to panic. "It's dead. They're here." She rushes to the window with you following behind.

Trolls and humans of all colors gather outside shouting. Amelia brings pulls you into her room and moves to lock all outside doors. She rushes back to you, and the two of you hide under her bed. Amelia holds you close as she cries. This is the second time you've been scared out of your mind.

The shouting gets louder and some glass breaks. After an hour of this, sirens wail and the mob dies down. It isn't until a week later when Amelia lets the two of you leave the house. School was definitely interesting as you received many threatening stares and pitting glances.

Only when you return is everything worse. Danvile has finally returned.

"We need to leave," Amelia begs crying on her knees to him. "Together! We can escape together!"

"No."

"Stop saying that!" Danvile continues to look distant. "I love you! I've always loved you and only you! We wanted to be together! Here's our excuse!"

"I-I can't."

"You said you loved me! You wanted to be out with me!"

"I didn't know it would be this bad! I'm losing all my clients! Face it Amelia, it's not worth it." He tugs away only to have Amelia cling on harder.

"I'm not worth it?"

"We were foolish to think we could ever be together." He turns to notice you, "Vriska go away."

"You're leaving?" He doesn't respond. "When will you be back?"

"I won't."

"But-" you pull the magic eight ball out from your backpack, "You said best friends forever!"

He walks across the room leaving Amelia behind. "That shit's fake. Grow up."

"But-" he moves passed you and walks out the door. Out of anger, you throw the toy at the door watching the ball break apart and the blue liquid seep into the carpet, staining the door.

And there you stood: furious with your life and your mother withering on the floor covered in her own tears.

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