My last words... for you. (Skephalo angst) (Limited words AU)

Chapter 1- the situation with school

Daryl: Badboyhalo
Zak: Skeppy
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Daryl was born... different.

In a world where you were born with limited words, most kids were born lucky.

Well, lucky compared to Daryl.
Let me explain.

When you were born, a silvery white number was glowing above your head, right above the top of your hair.

Now, most if not all people are born with numbers like 50 billion or such.
The thing about your number, is it represented how many words you would be able to say in your lifetime.

So after you've ran out of words...

Well...

You become mute for the rest of your life.

Now most people don't even worry about this possibility.

Except for Daryl.
Poor Daryl.
Poor, poor baby Daryl who was born with only 3,000 words...

When Daryl's number formed, the doctors were confused.

They told Daryl's mom that she should just accept it.

But, you might presume, it's hard to tell a mother that their child is going to be mute for most of their life.

So, she refused to believe it.

----Months Later----

Daryl's mom had been crying.

She was crying.

She had realized that her baby would be mute.

She had accepted Daryl's fate.

Her eyes were red and puffy, and she was leaning on the side of an old heater that was in the house.
Tears were streaming down her cheeks.

She was upset.
Her baby, a perfect entity of life that she had created, that she had gifted the joy of living to, only had 3,000 words.

He's going to get bullied... I mustn't let him go to school, everyone would chastise him! 
Daryl's mom was deep in thought.

While she was deep in thought, she didn't notice the little child crawl into the room and start looking at her.

The baby tilted it's head, confused on what it's mom was doing.
She seemed to be... sad?

Even at such a young age, Daryl was kind.

He understood.

So he crawled up to his mom, and softly said, as well as he humanly could,

"Mama nwo swad... Mama happwy!"

Daryl's mom looked down, and saw the little boy. Her eyes widened, before breaking into tears seeing the 2,995 above her son's head.
She then hugged him tightly, as if she wasn't holding on to him hard enough, he would disappear.

----Years later----

Daryl (7) was singing in his room, against his mother's will.

He wasn't old enough to understand things, and was very talkative, not understanding the 1,348 above his head.

His mom would encourage him to talk less, which confused him.