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Vil didn’t know how long he’d been running. Everything was peaceful this morning, then it all went wrong. They had found where they had been hiding, except Vil didn’t know who they were. He’d just been waking up, then Sam told him to run.

He looked behind, regretting his decision as he tripped over nothing again. It was so dark, the only source of light being the weird bright big ball in the sky. Where even am I? Vil thought as he leaned into a nearby wall to catch his breath. The buildings were so tall, and the people got around using metal boxes with wheels. Vil never questioned Sam, but this was weird, even for him.

BANG BANG BANG

Vil flinched. They caught up. He tried to run, but his thin eleven year old legs were shaking. Vil tried to get his breathing under control but somehow it was worsening. He curled into himself. I’m going to die, why? I did everything right…did I? He choked back a sob. Sam, where are you? Did you all leave me? He heard the gunshots get closer, what were they even shooting at? He didn’t want to know. Vil heard them turn a corner. They’re near one more turn then they’re here! I’m going to die, I’m going to die and they won’t even know, I’m- Just then he felt someone grab him by the waist and tucked him under the chin. More gunshots followed, then silence. It all happened so fast he didn’t even have time to react.

The person set him down next to some trash bins in an alleyway. Vil finally got enough courage to look up.

“Sam…?” He blinked. “Sam you came!”
He placed a hand on Vil’s head, sighing. “Yes, I’m here. Sorry it took so long. Are you hurt?”

“No, I’m fine…but what about Rook and Epel?” He asked.

“They’re fine, don’t worry. They’re also in hiding.” Sam explained. “I’m really sorry, but can you stay here for a while? I bring them over, and don’t worry, they won’t come anymore. They think we’re dead.”

“Dead…what did you do to the-SAM! W-WAIT DON’T G- and he’s gone. Wonderful.” He sighed to himself. He wasn’t that worried, Sam always kept his word, but being alone in a stinky alleyway in some unknown place? That was worrying.

Don’t worry kids, I’m taking you somewhere. Somewhere you’ll be safe. No one will find you there. He was always nicer than the other adults, and he helped them leave. Vil had no reason to not trust Sam, but why did he keep thinking that he won’t come back. What if he has to live in this stinky place forever and eat out of the trash. No, don't think that! He’ll be back, and hopefully soon. This is so bad for my skin. Ew. Please hurry up. He rubbed his eyes, trying to dry his tears.

“ROOK NO”

Vil gasped. Epel. He heard Sam scream, followed by Epel sobbing, then they were drowned out by the sound of robotic voices and gun fire.

He started to cry again, he didn’t know what to do. Are they dead? Did they die? Am I going to die? He shouldn’t have come with them. Getting him out of the Room alerted everyone. If they hadn’t gone to get him out, the alarms wouldn’t have sounded, then everybody wouldn’t have known that Sam, Vil, and his friends escaped. He sobbed. He didn’t know if it was because the only people who cared about him just died, or because of the fact that he actually did have to live in the dumpster now.

He suddenly heard footsteps coming. Coming towards him. Vil whimpered in fear. Are they coming for me now? He desperately tried to hide with no luck, as the person, a man, stood in front of him

“A child?!” Said the man in front. Vil looked up slightly, seeing a mix of worry, confusion, and disgust on his face. “Why are you out here all alone?” The man looked weird. Everything about him was bicolored, his hair, his fur coat, his vest.

He crouched down to the blonde’s level and placed his hand on his shoulder. Vil yelped. The man flinched back. “Ok, ok, I’m sorry.” He put his hands up. “But, are you ok? You can’t be here alone, young pups need to stay with their parents.”

Vil blinked again, quietly sniffling. The man sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Do you know why you're here?” Vil stayed silent. “Well if you’re going to be like that, come here.” He stated as he pulled the blonde up by his wrist. Vil tried to run again.

“No, bad boy, you’re coming with me.” The bicolored man marched Vil, while still holding his reach to one of those metal boxes with wheels.
He tried to move, but the man’s grip was too strong. “Ah! No escaping! We’re lucky I brung my car to work. It’s too cold outside to walk, and ugh you’re going to stink up the car, pup. Why do you smell like sewer water, you know what, I don’t want to knoe. He rambled as he sat Vil down on the back.

As the man went to the front of the moving metal box, a car, Vil stared out the window, lifting his arm up. No bruise. His grip was strong, but it didn't hurt. He’s gentler than they were. He, Sam, Epel, and Rook escaped the orphanage. The doctors won’t be able to find them. The headmaster won’t be able to find them. But all three of them died, leaving Vil alone. He had nowhere else to go, and was definitely not wanting to sleep in a dumpster.

This man-as weird as he was-seemed nice. Vil didn’t know who he was, where he was taking him, or what a car was, but the blonde felt safe. Something he hadn’t felt like before. Wherever this man was taking him, even though Vil was worried, he felt reassured.

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“Eric, I’m home! Also by the way I found this stray puppy on the side of the road, can we keep him?” The man with the coat said while leading Vil inside. 

“Another dog, don’t we have enough already-Divus that’s a child.” 

“Yes I know what a child is. Anyways, I found him alone, I think his parents abandoned him or something.” 

“Divus, you don’t just bring home random kids, what were you even thinking? And-oh god he’s bleeding out, what happened?”

As the two men argued with each other, Vil started to space out, but got snapped out of his thoughts when he felt something warm and soft sitting on his feet.

“...”

A weird spotted creature? It kinda looked like the dogs they had back at the orphanage, but this dog(?) was less furry and smaller with floppy ears. He tilted his head, the dog copied, then stood on its hind legs, tail wagging. Vil smiled, picking it up. 

“Okay kid. We’ve talked it out, and well, guess you’re staying with us for a while.” The man called Eric told him. “But first, we need to take care of that leg, did you even notice it was bleeding?”

Vil looked down at his left leg. It was bleeding. Did the stitches come loose while he was running? Did a bullet manage to graze it? With all that happened today, he didn’t know. Heck he didn’t even notice he was wounded until Eric pointed it out.

He led Vil to a couch, telling him to sit down. He just stayed standing. The man with the fur coat-Divus-came back out of somewhere holding a bulky red bag. Vil pulled the squirming dog closer to his chest. Its wagging tail thumping against his arm. He didn’t like the smell of sterilizer coming from the bag. The dog nuzzled against his cheek, as if making an attempt to comfort him. Divus smiled.

“Ah, I see you’ve met Patch.” The dog, Patch, barked as a response. “We have more dogs if you want to see them later, but first, how are you still standing?” 

So it was a dog. Did the other dogs look like Patch? Or did they look like the dogs back at the orphanage? Vil hoped they were like Patch, he didn’t like the dogs at the orphanage that much, too aggressive.    

“Eric, I think this kid is broken. Aren’t puppies his age supposed to be more vocal?” Vil looked at the bicolored man’s way.

“You can’t talk like that, he’s right next to you! Why are you like this?” The other man sighed, shaking his head. “And you.” He told Vil. “How and why are you still standing? We need to get that leg treated, that wound looks pretty deep. We might even need to amputate it.”

Both men slightly flinched as Vil suddenly sat down. Amputated. He didn’t know what that word ment, but he watched one of the orphans get taken away to the Hospital for amputation and he came back without an arm! Vil shuddered. He did not want to get amputated. 

“...Ok, uh we got him to sit down. This might hurt a bit.” Divus warned the boy, while pointing to a bottle of peroxide. Vil hugged Patch, who somehow didn’t run away, tighter. 

As they patched up his leg, Vil petted Patch while looking around the house. There was a lot of fur…too much fur. Why would people with spotted dogs have a lot of spotted fur? Did they just keep the dogs to skin them later? He hoped they didn't. Patch was nice. 

“There, you’re all fixed up now pup.” Divus said as he finished wrapping the bandages. “Do you need any help getting up?” Vil blinkend in response. The two men looked at each other and sighed. 

“Is he mute or something?” He heard the bicolored man whisper not very subtly to Eric. “Divus, again, you can’t say that about a child. He’s right there, and judging by his state and leg, something must’ve happened. We can’t just dismiss this!” 

Divus groaned. “Alright, alright. If you’re not going to tell us what happened, huh.” He pointed at the younger blonde. “Yep, thought so.” He replied without waiting for a response. 

“You like Patch, right?” Vil nodded. Divus beamed. Finally a response! “Ok, there’s dogs all over the house, go look for them, and don’t touch anything. I don’t want you contaminating the house, pup.” As Vil was shooed off, he heard Eric sighed for the umpteenth time.

These people are strange. Vil dropped Patch on the ground, where he scampered after him. Divus was right, there were dogs everywhere, and they all looked like Patch. He didn’t know why they were calm, heck he didn’t even know why he was calm. 

Today was anything but calm, yet he felt strangely safe in this house, and as strange as they were, even with the men. That didn’t mean he trusted them though.

 There had been many times where Vil had felt safe, only for it to be for awhile, but during the rare times where the kindness actually turned out to be real, it was taken away, just like everything else in his life. 

After experiencing so much at a young age, Vil learned to pretend, to wear a mask, to cut off connections before they got to let go of. Now that the only people who he actually wanted to be with were gone, Vil didn’t know what to do anymore. The men were nice, maybe he could forget everything and start a new life with them. Or he could run off now and leave them behind. Vil patted one of the dogs closest to him. These dogs were different, like the men who raised them. 

A few weeks. I’ll rest here for a few weeks and see what happens.

---------------------------------------------- Eric came back from the kitchen, holding two cups of tea. His husband was in the living room, scrolling through his phone. 

“I contacted the police, they said they’ll look into it.” Divus said as Eric approached. He ran a hand through his hair. “What a long day, I didn’t say it in front of him because I didn’t want to hurt his feelings, but did you see what that pup was wearing?” He scoffed.

“Divus what is with you bullying this poor boy? You probably already hurt his feelings by what you said. Maybe that’s why he’s not speaking, what did you say to him on the way here?”

“Oh why are we blaming everything on me? You’re the one who made him freak out earlier.” The other complained.

“Me? You know what, we’re done here. But seriously, you need to stop roasting kids, even if he was dressed like…that.”

Both men quickly went silent.

Something was off about that kid from the moment Divus brought him home. First of all, he was bleeding out from a gunshot wound, second of all he was covered in old surgery and incision scars, and thirdly, he was fucking branded. The letter E permanently burned into his neck, who in their right mind brands a child? 

It didn’t help that the kid wore a torn grey shirt and pants. He looked like he came from some kind of psychopathic hospital or something. Something had happened to him, this clearly wasn’t a normal case of child abandonment.

The silence was quickly interrupted by a knock on the door, making both men jolt. 

“Is that the police?” Eric asked. 

“No, they never said they’ll come over here.” Divus replied as he got up to open the door. “Uh, do I know you?”

A frantically breathing man with spiky black and purple hair flipped to the left side of his head stood outside. He wore a tattered, long, dark blue grey uniform with the same logo the kid’s clothes had on, with a top hat on his head.

“Where is he?” the man demanded. 

“Pardon?”

“Vil, where is he! I saw you take him into your car, I know he’s in there!” He exclaimed.

Vil. So that was his name.

“Excuse me, but we have no Vil in this house, and even if we did, we wouldn’t give him off to some screaming guy covered in blood.” 

The man groaned in frustration, then quickly looked back. “Please, you don’t understand, they’re going to find him! I need to see him, now.” His eyes kept darting all over, as if scanning the area.

“Look, sir, I’m going to ask you to leave, or I’m going to report you for attempted kidnapping and trespassing.” Eric said as he approached the doorway.

The man’s breathing became more panicked, his pupils dilated. “Please, just once, I need to see him, he’s not safe here! They-they’re catching up, they’re going to be here, they’re going to take him away, please, I need to see him. Please”

Divus frowned. “I don’t know what your deal is, but if you don’t get off my porch right now, I’m going to take you away. 

“Okay, okay fine. Be like that, okay.” He took a breath. “H-here. Just give him this.” He handed Eric a dangle earring with a purple gem. “And this.” He handed Divus a paper with an address written on it. 

“Please, you can not forget this, take him here when he turns sixteen. Ask for Lilia once he gets there.”

“We’re not taking anything from a strang-”

The man abruptly grabbed both men before Eric could finish his sentence, one hand on each of their shoulders. “You will do as I said, got it?”

The couple blinked. 

“Okay.”

“Yeah, why not?”

As the two still stood outside, the man in the top hat took off. He hoped that the illusion he made those two see was enough to convince them. Please don’t forget, Vil. You just have to wait a bit, they’re all waiting for you, you’ll be safe I promise

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“So that just happened.” Said the blonde as his husband closed the door.

“Yep, wait what did that officer say that pup’s name was? Vil?”

“Vil” Eric repeated. “Guess we’re parents now? Well that was the easiest custody battle ever.”

“I’m not sure if we would’ve even needed one. Anyways, remind me to give this to him tomorrow.” Divus said as he swung the earring. 

“And the address?” The lavender eyed man questioned.

 “Do you know a Lilia?” his husband asked. Eric shook his head. 

“Uh, I guess we’ll keep it in this drawer until we meet one.” The bicolored man declared. “...That makes no sense, Divus. We might need that one day.”

“We can take it back out once we need it, if you’re that concerned, just give it to the pup. You take care of it, I don’t care, I need my beauty sleep” Divus mumbled as he headed towards the stairs. 

“You’re being a very irresponsible parent right now dear.” Eric told his husband, who was not responding. Eric rubbed his temples. Why do I feel like things are going to get worse from here? Parenting is hard enough already, and we didn’t even start yet! What to do with a silent child, and with Divus insulting that poor boy. He sighed. What’s next, a talking cat?

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Guys I’m sorry ;w; So uhhh I didn’t die, I just kinda forgot twst existed bc I’ve been gambling away on a certain cookie game due to a new update. In all my days of having a perfect login, it’s been like 20 days since I last played twst T-T (I missed a whole event) Then I ended up having a break down because one of the characters in a literal game about cookies ended up perfectly describing my mental state rn…and he’s also my favorite so yay twinsies :3

Also I got sent to the school counselor due to s/h and my therapist helped me realized that the church in the middle of nowhere I went to in 3rd-4th grade was actually a cult so uh yeah, that made me have a crisis but it all makes sense now, look at me writing a cult fic projecting my trauma onto a fictional character while listening to fnaf songs 😀 Anyways other than the ao3 author curse being real, I’m ok-ish now, I’m not dying anytime soon.

Anyways, I will update this month so don’t worry lol, this isn’t abandoned. Also I won’t get too into this because I’m definitely gonna get age shamed but I’m still in middle school and since it’s almost summer, the teachers are cramming so I’m sorry if updates take longer!