Tw; death, fire(duh), repeating words, 💖trama💖.
You ran through the streets, away from the ashes of the place others would call your home. Your bare feet hit the road almost causing them to bleed. The pain was barrable compared to the mental damage from your parents. Your parents who where now burning. In therorectal hell and Satan's hell. Tears flooded your eyes but stayed still. Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry.
Two streets down you saw the fire truck zoom past you with two cop cars fallowing. One cop stopped next to you. "Hey kid where are your parents?" The police officer asked from the car window. "Its kinda late don't you think?" You stayed silent only looking at the burning mess that you could still see. "Oh." The officer bit their lip. "Do you wanna get in?" You knew it wasn't a choice.
You walked into the back of the car and where imedetly hit by the smell of donuts and coffee. Was that stareo type real? You did your buckle and sat hopeing that you stomach wouldn't do anything. "I found the kid from the house I'll bring them to the office." They said into a mic. "Okay then we'll work on this mess." The officer took the car off park and did a quick u turn. Your nose focused on the sweet smell that flooded the car, and unlike your earlier wishes you stomach wouldn't stay quiet at all. The officer laughed. "Hungry?" You nodded furusely. "Well then I have candy in the pocket on the back seat you can eat." The car stopped for a red light and they handed you a coffee. "It may be cold but ic you need a drink?" You took the cup with a small nod of thanks.
After what felt like hours of driving you finaly got to the police station. The kind officer let you out of the car and sat you in a kids room with one other kid. He imdetly looked over in your direction and clapped. "HELLO!" You stepped back as he speed walked to you. He extend his hand. "I'm Toby, but my friends call me tubbo."
He smiled. You took his hand and shook it. "So what's your name?" You shook your head as you let go of his hand. He gave you a confused look. You saw a paper and a pen on a desk for colouring. You walked over and spelled your name in a unclear hand weighting. "Y/N" he looked at the paper be for taking it in his hands. He loomed like he was struggling with reading your hand weighting. You held back tears. Suddenly the officer from before walked in and smiled at you and Toby.
"Looks like your making friends already." Toby giggled. "Yep! But I can't read this and I don't think they want to talk." The officer nodded taking the paper. "Y/N, is that your name sweety?" You nodded. She smiled before looking back at Toby. "We really need to check your eyes soon." He nodded. Then as if something hit him he turn to you. "They think I'm dislexic." You tilted your head. What's dislexic? You thought.
"Dislexic is when you can't read in short." The officer explained as if they could read you mind. "Anyways, I'm going to need y/n for a bit is that okay Toby?" Hes smile disappeared. "Will you bring them back?" The officer laughed. "Yes I'll bring them back." "Oki then." He said leaving you with the officer.
20 minutes later you where back in the room from your "intaragashion." Toby was happy but the officers were not. They got nothing from you. No information nothing. Which was good for you.
They would never know that you Y/N L/N started the fire.
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