Locked Away Pet

~What's Outside the Window~

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Alternate title: A Lost Boy, Forever Young

Anyway! This was going to be a long chapter, but  then I decided to cut it in half. After this there will be one, maybe two chapters before we get into the canon timeline. Oh! And the next chapter or so is a little peak into Y/n character, so enjoy! 

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"Brat."

"Emo."

I sweat dropped as Timmy and Ray had a stare down in front of me.

Timmy had begged Mama to let him eat with me, seeing as she wanted me to go back to my room for dinner. Though, there wasn't much eating to be done. All Timmy had wanted to do was lay with me one final time, leaving me to feed him myself whenever I could get him to bring his face out of my neck.

"Take care of Makua, Cyclops." Timmy says, distracting me from my thoughts

"Huh?!"

"Tch, of course I will, Troll."

"Huh?!"

'The audacity! I can take care of myself!'

"-Is what you're probably thinking, right?"

I squeak, not having heard Norman walking up beside me, and turn around in shock, only my feet to trip me up, sending falling onto my old friend and taking us both to the ground.

The sound from us falling got Ray and Timmy's attention, seeing how I had fallen on top of Norman.

"Well?" Ray asked Timmy, as I got up, "Aren't you going to say anything?"

"No."

"No?! What do you mean no?! You attacked me when I was just sitting by her."

"He's not you."

"He's not- HE'S NOT ME?!?"

I decided to ignore them in favor of helping Norman up, who was still laying on the ground.

As Timmy launched himself towards Ray, I put my hand on Norman's abnormally red face.

"Are you okay, Norman? Your face is really red... and you're burning up!"

He just kind of stood there, staring at me, and not responding, so I started to get nervous.

"Norman? Norman, are you okay? Are you sick? Do you still get sick like you used to when we were younger? MAMA!"

It took her a moment to finish separating Ray and Timmy, but as soon as she came over she just giggle (giggled!) and drew me away from him.

"Norman's fine Y/n, now, how about you go over to the boys and keep a watch on them for me? Make sure they don't start fighting again."

"But, Mama-"

"No buts Darling, Norman is just fine."

I huff and run over to Ray, whose holding Timmy back with his hand to his forehead while talking to Emma.

Timmy's the first to see me, and he jerks away from Ray, giggling. He runs to meet me and jumps into my arms, laughing and hugging me tightly. I bury my face in his shoulder and for a moment, just one, I let myself think about what's going to come.

It was the last private moment I had with Timmy before he was gone.

*Fact: Lee wanted to have one last private moment with Y/n, but Mama said no.*

When I was six, I got really interested in Greek Mythology. I always told myself, that if any gods existed, it would be them. I read every book in our library that had even the barest of hints in them, and then more when Mama began gifting me them whenever she could.

Like anyone else, I had gods who I favored over the others, stories that I could stop going back to, and lessons that stuck with me. But my overall, favorite thing, was the stars. Even before I learned the many, many stories that revolved around them, I was obsessed with them.

From the glow in the dark stars all over my room, to the unfinished mural on my ceiling, stars have been a big part of my life ever since the first time I saw them.

Which I why I noticed the bars on the window. I can't remember my exact age, just that one night I wanted to show Lee a constellation whose myth was one of my favorites, and in the middle of explaining it, I realized they blocked some of the stars.

He made a joking remark about how if there was a fire I'd be stuck in my room, but it stuck and I had nightmares for weeks until one day I woke up in the infirmary, only to go back to my room and find them gone.

The point is, if they were still here, they'd be the only things stopping me from following Timmy's slowly disappearing silhouette. But they're not.

As I climb out the window, I think of one of the stories I used to tell Timmy whenever one of us got sick.

It was this tale that Lee made for me, about a flying boy with a dissatisfied shadow who taught a lost girl what it means to be free.

I used to sit behind my closed door, knowing he was sitting on the other side, and lay lights in a way where my shadow would slip under the door. I'd tell him that out shadows are the part of us that wants to leave a mark. And when he was the one laying sick I would tell him that as long as our shadows were connected, I would always, always be there for him.

So why did he slip through my hands?

I saw him right there; his shadow was right there.

I finally met the villain of our story, and they won. He's gone.

Forever.

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