TW/s: D1ssociation, b>llying, implied child Ab::::, d1vorce, tell me if I missed any important TW/s Guys, this is angst with a happy ending I swear, most of these are just Etho’s background- “Whatcha got there, freak?” Taunted a boy, tearing the history book from Etho’s hands, Etho just stares at the empty space where he had previously once had a book, brain not quite processing the fact that it was gone. The world had always been too fast for Etho, too loud, so he resorted to floating through life, curled up in the coziness of his mind. His lack of reaction only strengthened the boys resolve to taunt him more. Anger. This boy radiated anger. Strong lime-green jagged lines pressing into Etho’s brain. “WELL?” He shouted, waving the book infront of etho. Etho watched it move back and forth, the motions blurring together in one staticky movement, he didn’t move to grab it, the boy scoffed and tucked the book under his arm. “YOURE SUPPOSED TO SAY SOMETHING!” The boy shouted, Etho just stared intently back. Wondering when the boy would leave. Others by now were gathering around, looking for a fight etho didn’t even notice was rising to occur. “STUP!D HYBRID! Stup!d hybrid! MY DAD SAYS THAT YOU HYBRIDS DONT HAVE BRAINS.” The boy yelps out. Etho considers this. The hypocr!tical statement that he was currently enduring, it was like any other really, in fact, it was something his father yelled at him for everyday, not just him, impulse and bdubs as well. Bdubs less so, his youngest son who somehow turned up decently plausible as a human compared to the older br>ts. Etho, the oldest, was by far the least liked by his father. He had noticed that at a very young age, back when he still lived in reality. His white hair had taken his parents by complete unwitting surprise, and his kitsune features was also a shock to his two human parents. They would push and prod Etho, discussing on how they could fix him. His mother already suspected ch3ating however. And then it was impulse, 1 year younger, a demon hybrid, most likely those features forced on to him by his parents h4tred of anything to do with etho. The only liked one was bdubs, a moss elemental, who, if he stayed calm, could harness his abilities and hide them. It was when bdubs was aged 4 that their mother had left, d!vorcing ethos father and leaving the 3 helpless hybrid children to their father who had lost his high-paying job for the rumours of scandal. The noises of pages tearing directed Etho’s ears, the boy had grabbed the book and was now ripping its seams apart. Etho watched the boy, who seemed to be overcome by a energy. A dark malicious energy. A energy intent on h4te. Something etho had never considered having. He looked up in victory, holding the torn book in two fractured hands. “SEE?? SEE!! THIS IS WHAT WE DO TO HYBRID FR3AKS.” “Hybrids are atleast 85% of the young population, due to mixed bl00d,” Etho says softly. “40% of which are not noticeable or conceivable to regular human eyes.” The boy flared up in anger. The writhing circle gathered around, chanting the words fight fight fight. Etho didn’t move; he wasn’t doing it to stand his ground; he was just unable to get out of the fray of people without being consumed by social interaction. “YOU WANNA SCARE ME OFF WITH FACTS?? HEY??” The boy shouted, hand raised in a fist. He walked closer to Etho. Etho watched him blankly, the movement not visually perceived in his brain just yet. And then the boy was there, in front of his face. Etho backed up, hearing the whisk of a fist fly towards him. Yet no pa!n was processed, so Etho walked steadily out. The noises grew stronger. The shouting of the boy could be heard in thin jagged lines. From that day forwards, the boy and his gang of misfits followed him around, mocking him, laughing at him. Etho didn’t notice, he would come home to the slumsy apartment with c>ts and br>ises he didn’t remember receiving. They didn’t h>rt. They never h>rt. It was only one day, when Etho was wandering around the hallways of his school, did his life change. The boy who had tried f!ghting him day one, was walking towards him, smirking. Etho didn’t back away, he just stopped and stared. “Thought we were gonna be done with you, did you? No way-“ he evil monologue was completely shut down by a boy around ethos age, maybe 8 or 9 years of age appearing in front of ethos eyes, Etho hadn’t processed the movement as always. “Hey! Leave him alone!” The nicer boy yelled, he was a cow hybrid, his elongated ears flicked up and down. “Oh really? You’re gonna help out the friendless freak?” One of the boys taunted. “Yeah I am! Cause you have no right to h>rt someone! My mama is a teacher here! She can rat you out to the principal!” The cow hybrid said confidently. The others backed up, the boy glared at the cow hybrid then shrugged “righto then, if you say so cowboy” he snorted, the joke wasn’t even that funny. He stalked off. The boy turned around and met Etho’s eyes. ->
<- (continued) “Hi there! I’m beef! I’m a cow hybrid! What about you?” “Your name is beef, and you’re a cow hybrid..?” “Yep! That’s me! My papa really likes cows.” “Oh, so you’re one of the emotion formed hybrids?” “Yeah! I am!” “Interesting. I’m Etho. I’m a kitsune.” “Wanna be friends?” Beef said, holding out his hand, the movement came in two jagged frames. Etho didn’t notice. “If you want that.” He said, not sure how to approach social situations. This was the most he had ever talked back and forth, except his brothers. Etho had made a friend. A friend whose voice didn’t pierce his dreamy state away. He quite liked having a friend, ~~~ These guys are like 8-9 years old in this oneshot. I had so much fun writing this- I did get a little lazy in the end but like- that’s fine. Not a lot of people read my writing anyways :D May turn this into a daily writing challenge because I have plans for lore, it depends about what other people think about the universes basic premise. Also, these will be in the forms of one shots and will not be posted in chronological order of lore if this project is continued. For now I’m going to keep track of the timeline in a private little project.
