ᴏᴜᴛᴄᴀsᴛ - ᴅʀᴀᴄᴏ ᴍᴀʟғᴏʏ x ᴍᴀʟᴇ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

- ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴏɴᴇ -

ᴛʜᴇ sɴᴀᴋᴇ ᴀʙᴏᴠᴇ ɪs ʏᴏᴜʀ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅ, ᴅɪᴀʙʟᴏ.

𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁

(F/I) - First Initial

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Sitting cross legged on the cold wood floor, I stared down at my hands covered in blisters and bruises and cuts. Mere reminders of what I'd done. A frown crossed over my face as I glared at the scars. I traced one of the darker lines on my hand with my index finger, wishing it would disappear. I was ashamed of them. Everyone I pass would give me weird looks when they saw them. So I covered them and tried to ignore the past.

Not like I knew much of my past anyway. I had a worn photograph with yellowed corners. In the picture were a man and a woman cradling two babies in their arms. On the back, in curly lettering read, "Harry & (Y/N) Otter – July 31, 1980". I knew I had a brother. I'd even lived with him for a few years. It'd been a while since Harry and I had talked. About seven years.

I liked to imagine what it would be like if Harry and I were together now. I pictured a big house with plenty of money and quite a few pets. We'd have a marble staircase leading to the entry. Maybe three or four floors. With a big kitchen to cook in. There'd be a giant library with an unbelievable amount of books so we'd never run out. A grand hall, like the ones I read about in books. All leading to a spacious bedroom on the top floor. With a wide window overlooking beautiful scenery.

Pulling me from my daydream was a soft hiss. I looked down to see a shiny black snake.

"Hi Dee." I waved and a grin quickly replaced my frown. I loved Diablo. He was one of the only constants in my life. And my only best friend.

Hissssssss.

"I'm not sad. You are," was the best comeback I could think of in the present moment.

Diablo's little head rose so he was staring at me as if in disbelief. Hiss.

I put a finger to my lips and hushed him. I didn't need his sass right now. 

"Come on, it's time to start the day," I said to him, holding out my arm so he could coil around my wrist. He was about 121 centimeters long. Big for a male ball python, but not too big that he wouldn't easily coil around my wrist or neck and fit in my hoodie's pocket. 

Once his head was rested on my hand, I stood up and climbed the stairs to the ground floor. I lived in a big manor, which would've been cool if my bedroom wasn't the musty basement. Or if I were actually treated like a resident instead of a rat in the walls that comes out every now and then. 

I had a routine. Every morning, I'd make breakfast for Master Milarrow. Of course, I wouldn't have some myself, because I would never want him to have to pay for something I couldn't pay him back for. I didn't want to be an expense for Master Milarrow. I'd usually go out and get something to eat afterwards anyways. 

Master Milarrow was a strange man. He wore long purple robes when he was inside, but whenever he went out, he'd change into casual clothing. I didn't understand why he would wear fancy robes inside and change into plain clothes when he went out. He looked kind of like how one would imagine Legolas in the Lord of the Rings novels. But classier. And without the pointy ears. He had long blonde hair and brown eyes. 

He even carried a twig anywhere he went. He'd always wave it around, muttering something to himself before doing something. I always assumed it was some sort of OCD thing. I never bothered to ask, it wasn't my business after all.