Aaaaahhhhh! Every cartoon I've seen has an original character I made for that cartoon. If you don't like OC's, turn back now please. I'm sensitive to flames _;;;;

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There behind several trashcans was a young girl, around Toad's age, sitting down and leaning against the wall, with her head down and her eyes half-lidded, staring down at her hands in her lap, which were wrapped in dirty bandages.

She had shredded dirty blonde hair that stopped slightly past her shoulders, and her attire was ripped and bloody. A long sleeve white shirt with the left sleeve torn off, exposing a rather nasty and painful looking gash on her forearm.

Her pants were just as bad. Concealing her worn-out blue converse sneakers, they were big baggy blue jeans with various holes and tears in them, some covered up with funky patches: a smiley face on her right knee, the Scooby-Doo Mystery Machine on the right outer thigh, and a big pink flower on her left thigh.

But probably her oddest feature was her pale complexion; she was as pure white as the snow she was sitting in.

The girl was so dazed she didn't see Toad there until he squatted down next to her and she slowly turned her head before jumping back, eyes wide with fear. "I told you it's nothing!" she barked at him, ready to defend herself once more.

The frog-boy held up his hands, "Easy babe, I'm not here to hurt ya," he whispered calmly, lying off his punk accent as not to scare her more. Standing up, he held out his hand to her and she warily let him help her to her feet, noting his big hand nearly engulfed her tiny one.

The girl was about a head shorter than him and seemed to be more at ease, although you couldn't tell from her constant shivering.

"T-t-thanks, I-I better get going," she took only two steps before nearly falling and she braced herself against the wall, trying to continue, but a large cut on her leg was throbbing painfully and blood was seeping through her jeans.

"Hey hey, hey!" Toad gently grabbed her shoulders and turned her around, "You need medical attention sweetheart. I would take ya back to my place, but I'm little lost right now," he poked his head out of the alley. Nope, still nothing recognizable.

Smoky gray eyes brightened. "Oh, I can help you with that!" the girl grinned, showing her off-white teeth, "Just tell me which way you came and I'll send you on your way…um…" "Todd Tolansky, but everyone calls me Toad. You?"

The albino-like teen waved her hand, dismissing the subject. "Not important. Which way?" she sounded almost impatient as the two went out onto the street and looked around. "That way, I think," "Hmm, west…"

She circled Toad, as if studying him with a pensive look, and after a few moments she stopped and nodded to herself. "Yeah, I know where yer headin'. I can get ya to at least 3rd Street," she limped that way, telling him to follow. Instead of following however, he leaped at her, snaking his arm around her waist and jumping onto the nearest roof.

"I can't let ya walk in your condition," the urchin was speechless, mouth agape. Tolansky smirked and bent down, motioning her to get on his back. She obliged and wrapped her arms around his shoulders so she wouldn't accidentally asphyxiate him.

Holding her legs up, being thoughtful of her injuries, he started to leap from building to building effortlessly, intently listening to directions and trying to ignore the girls' hot breath on his ear.

Slowly, things started to look more and more familiar, and once they passed Bayville high school Toad could find his way without any further guidance and was at the Brotherhood house in a matter of seconds, hopping through his window on the second floor.

Toads' room was rather scarce of furniture. An old rickety bed covered with a dark green comforter with a small nightstand with a lamp next to it, a dresser, and a grungy beige recliner with some stuffing poking out through the stitches, and a door, which led into the hallway.

He set her down on his bed. "Stay here. I gotta find some bandages or Band-Aids or somethin'!" he flitted out the door and jumped down the stairs, trying to remember where he saw a first aid kit. He finally found it in one of the cabinets in the kitchen and was about to leap back up to his room, until Pietro was suddenly in front of him.

"Hey Toad," he said, now beside him, "Whatcha doin'? Playing doctor?" "None o' yer business." Todd replied with a scowl, shoving past him and going back up to his room, making sure to lock the door.

The girl was still where he left her and went over to the side of his bed to look at her for a moment. She was sitting up and leaning against the headboard, snuggling his pillow. It had been a long time since she had the luxury of being in a real bed.

"Sorry…" she breathed when she opened her eyes, blinking once then setting the pillow down and rolling up her pant legs and sleeves—well, sleeve. The amphibious teen took out a cloth and poured warm water onto it and started to clean the cuts on her legs.

"So, now that I've taken you into my humble abode, care tah' tell me your name?" the slightest tint of red appeared on her cheeks and she bit down on her bottom lip. "I-It's…well, ya see, the people at the orphanage says my mom was a hippie and uh…"

She paused, blushing even more. "It's Sunshine." Toad's eyes widened before grinning from ear to ear, "And I'm damn proud of it too, so don't be making any jokes!" her voice was just as punk as his, and he just grinned even more.

"Don't find many girls like you Sunshine," he told her as he wiped away the dried blood that had dripped down her legs, "Tell me a lil' bit about ya' self Sunshine." Wincing, she began her story.

"I was dropped off at the orphanage when I was just a few months old. They never told me why, so I don't know if it was because my parents didn't want me or whatever. I grew up there and let me tell ya that place is horrible!

"All the kids used to tease me about my skin, and my name, and my attitude and…well, they just plain teased me about everything. I never really cared, but sometimes it got so frustrating to the point where I beat the livin' sh—" she caught herself. "Ahem, snot outta them.

"Most of the time I just threw a witty comment at them and they'd shut up. But as I got older they grew more and more fierce. They would gang up on me and beat me up, but I never told anyone whom it was that did it. Because no one would listen. No one would care.

"So then a little over two years ago I ran away, hoping to find someone, anyone. My parents, relatives, just someone who would, ya know, be there for me. I've been hangin' around the streets ever since, making friends with stray animals and such.

"I've been in a lot of fights with gangs too. I can take 'em though. But the gang that did this to me got me by surprise. I can take on three, four, and even five guys at a time, there were too many though. This particular gang knows a few things about me…"

She hissed as Toad cleaned the deep cut on her forearm, "These guys, they know stuff about me that shouldn't be known, and they hate me because of it." "You a mutant?" the question was nonchalant, not filled with the animosity she expected.

"Heh, yeah. You guess right. And, I already knew you were one too," she scratched her pinkish nose a little, "I can sense those kinda things. Never met another mutant before. Heh, cool." She watched as Toad dabbed some liquid onto the cloth.

"Okay, now this might sting a bit…"

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I dunno about you, but I like rubbing alcohol. It burns so good ^_^