Eleven, a little girl whom was stuck on The Maw. She escaped the ship along with a Nome whom she called Chip, they entered a large city and the people look normal and are of normal size. She and Chip were picked up by a strange man.
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A small girl with long brown hair tied in the middle with a dirty white ribbon. She wore a pink dress with its shoulders tied along with stitchings along the sides, and a brown rope tied around her waist and left wrist. On her left leg was a broken chain to which she broke herself after an attempted escape.
Alongside her was a companion, a Nome. He (or what she thought his gender was) always stuck by her side after she'd saved him from the clutches of the Janitor.
The girl's name was Eleven and her companion's was Chip. They along with many other children rested at the bottom of The Maw, sitting and waiting to be eaten. Our two protagonists sat in the mess hall, where Eleven saw another child who seemed to be female though it was hard to tell with the wore a yellow raincoat she worn.
The girl was hunched over gripping onto her stomach in what sort of to be pain. Thinking that the girl was hungry, Eleven took a piece of bread off the table and threw it pass the bars towards the hungered girl. Hungrily she devoured the bread anomalistically. After a few seconds she seemed fine and thus leaving the room off on whatever adventure. Eleven sat back down watching as the girl left but soon her attention was on Chip who snuggled closer towards her leading her to wrap an arm around him in comfort and in warmth.
An hour or two passed well...you couldn't really tell what time it was nor if it was day or night. The clocks never worked and they were at the bottom of the Maw, though it wasn't really the bottom. The deepest/very bottom part of The Maw was floated with water from the ocean not to mention, The Granny was swimming in there meaning no chance of survival.
Suddenly The Maw started shaking and vibrating. Getting up the two decided it was a perfect time to escape seeing as The Janitor was already taken out. Holding hands with Chip they both ran out into the kitchen and up The Maw, on the surface of The Maw the companions saw The Guest dead and on the floor.
The entrance to The Maw was opened showing the outside world in which the two haven't seen in decades after being kidnapped. They saw a dock and managed to jump landing on it, as they landed on it they slipped but got up and hugged each other.
Hand-in-hand, they ran away from the broken Maw wherever their feet bring them. After a while of running they reached a city with gigantic buildings they were used to, but what they weren't familiar with was the fact that the people were of normal size and not gigantic like the monster at The Maw.
Walking around they took a break by a big blue wall from all the running they've done. As they sat down and rested a pair of unknown feet and legs were in front of them, looking up they saw a strange man dressed in black and worn a long grey scarf. He had a sleepy look to him.
"Are you two lost?"
None of them answered back, after all they probably lost their voices, well only Eleven, but she probably lost it from not being able to speak for a long time.
"Do you have parents? A home?"
She didn't know where or who her parents are, after all she was kidnapped and had forgotten her memories before she entered The Maw. But she did know what a home was so she shook her head.
"Can't talk?"
She shrugged.
"Wanna come with me?"
He crouched down and held a hand out towards her. She hesitated, she didn't trust anyone. After all, being in a place like The Maw for who knows how long it's hard to trust people. But he seemed like a nice man, so hesitantly she slowly placed her own dirty dry hand in his.
He smiled seeing as she was trusting him a little.
"Is he your friend?"
Looking down at Chip she nodded.
"How nice. I'm Aizawa Shota, what are yours?" Aizawa asked "Oh, that's right, you probably can't talk, let's go inside first."
As she held Aizawa's hand she grabbed Chip's as the three walked inside the building. Aizawa brought the two to the staff office and sat her down on his chair, taking a piece of paper he place it in front of her.
"Since you probably couldn't talk, I thought you could write your name instead." Aizawa said
Eleven couldn't write she didn't know how to but she did know how to write numbers. Well, she didn't but she saw how numbers were written back on The Maw. So, picking up the pencil she held it in a weird way and wrote the number 11.
"Eleven? That's your name?" He asked as she nodded
"What about your friend?"
Now was the hard part. She didn't know how to write Chip's name, she did know the alphabet but she didn't know how to read or write. So as best as she could she shakingly wrote Chip.
Looking at her hand writing he saw how messy and not correctly it was. He could barely read what she wrote but to some extent he could.
"Chip?"
She nodded.
"Is he human?"
Aizawa asked since Chip had a weird body shape and his head looked weird while he was covered in a white wrap and worn a giant cone. Eleven shook her head and then nodded her head. Chip was a Nome, but he used to be human as seen by his shadow.
Eleven saw Aizawa's confusion and tried to speak so she could explain it better.
"N-No....a....and....ye.....yes. H-He's....a......n.....nome." Eleven said
Her voice sounded soft and gentle but also sore and aching from her none usage over the pass few years she's been in captivity.
"Nome?"
She nodded.
"How old are you?"
Eleven shrugged again.
From the information he had was that her name was Eleven, she didn't know her age but looks to be either 7 or 8, her friend was a nome called Chip, and they had nowhere to go.
"Would you like to stay with my class and I?" Aizawa asked
Eleven nodded her head as they had nowhere to go and it'll be hard for her or Chip to survive in an unknown place. Taking her hand she held Chip's as they headed towards which she thought was his classroom.
