𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝?~~ Madness Combat oc lore

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The days kinda went by slower after that whole experience, it was painful to say the least. I didn't realize how much it hurt to be completely honest. It hurt getting the love I was starved of for a bit at first, and getting it brutally ripped away from me not too long after I had adjusted to it was so much worse. If I could go back and change how I acted, maybe never met her, I would. I would give anything to make sure I never met that girl.

The morning light shined violently against Alex's face. Dawn. The curtains on the windows were light and see-through, so the light easily cut through them. The boy couldn't go back to sleep  now, so he sat  up with a yawn and a refreshing stretch. Much to his surprise, Sarah was gone. Probably in her own room. Well, that's what he thought until he smelled the various spices and foods being cooked in the kitchen. Who could be up this early already cooking breakfast? He glanced over to the kitchen, seeing that Sarah was not in the room. It was instead the roommate. The one he had yet to get to know. This would be a perfect opportunity to know who this person is, though!

With a shy approach, the boy peeked into the kitchen. The tall but feminine figure stood at the stove. She was cooking something most likely for herself. "H-hi." The words slipped away from the boy. He was quiet and meek. The woman's gaze snapped to him, her icey blue eyes staring into his soul. She didn't seem like the type for conversation at all. "Hello." She answered shortly. "What's your name?" Alex asked. His tone was so soft it could be a whisper at this point. He stared up at the lady from where he was, kind of intimidated by her. But hey, he's still growing. He's getting bigger by the day, so he wouldn't have to be scared for much longer. The woman looked into the living room for a second, and then back at Alex. "What time is it, kid?" She asked. Her deeper and more unforgiving voice wasn't exactly loud, but just loud enough to be heard clearly. She was sort of unsettling, her appearance is nothing short of a movie super villain. That is if the villain looked sleep deprived and seemed to live a normal life. Alex glanced into the living room to look at the clock, 10:32 am. He returned to looking up at this woman. "It's around 10:30." He answered.

The lady seemed to pause, maybe she was thinking, Alex didn't know. The boy just waited. "Alright. I can talk since its past 10. My name's Tanya. I never caught yours." She said, straight to the point. The boy wanted to know why she needed to know the time before she even spoke to him, but he didn't want to prod at her. He then remembered that he hadn't told this tall and fairly scary woman his own name. "I-I'm Alex.." He said to her. Shy and not daring to be louder than he was. "Alex.. cute name. Erm-- how old are you again?" She asked the boy. Even being fairly tall for his age, he was still much shorter than this woman. It was odd to say the least. She had to be taller than his mom for sure. "I'm 16?" He answered.

"Oh. Another child in this place I see.." She said coldly. Alex couldn't tell if she wanted to be mean or not, but he  didn't take the statement personally. I mean--- he can't help that he was born so recently. He moved a little closer to Tanya, and observed what she was doing. "You hungry?" She asked. He nodded, he was starving. He hadn't eaten in a good while. She hummed as a response, and started making something for him. He waited at a counter she wasn't using, and just watched. He looked like he was younger than he is by the way he acted, much like a little child watching their parents work. Unable to wrap their head around why they do it or how, but watching nonetheless. Tanya just continued doing what she was doing, and in the meantime Alex was just by the counter with his back facing it. He sort of spaced out for a bit, thinking. What could he be thinking about? Well, first of all he was thinking about how she was so cold and quiet up until she knew the time. The time.. What did she need with that? Who knows. Second thing on his mind was Sarah. He couldn't get the girl out of his thoughts, the memories he had with her-- despite being very few-- replaying in his head. Over and over. It made him all giddy, and happy. Something about it made his mind go wild, and his heart pump harder.

Something about her was mesmerizing, addicting, he wanted to stay near her as much as possible. And then his thoughts were sliced through by a plate being presented to him. His breakfast. "Here's your stuff, kid. Enjoy." Tanya said. Her voice was spooky in a way, but not the kind that was downright terrifying. He nodded and took the plate, carefully of course. He walked into the kitchen after grabbing a fork and sat down. Without a moment's notice he dug into the food, and wolfed the whole plate down. He always ate fast, did things as fast as possible to avoid stalling or anything. It was just habit at this rate. Tanya had moved into their own room to eat, how weird. Alex was never allowed to eat in his room. As much as he hated not being able to. Once he finished he stood up and neatly took his plate to the sink, looking around at the kitchen. He traced his eyes along every edge and crevice on the counter, the metal sink, the clean and shining stove, and the cabinets above everything. He didn't want to look inside anything because it felt like he was being nosey. So he just looked at what was presented to him. All the decoration around the kitchen, the paintings and knick knacks stored safely where they wouldn't be tampered. It was interesting to look at.

He was used to bland and clean places. Everything had a place, everywhere was organized. Nothing was somewhere it wasn't supposed to be. He never really saw anything so bright and warm, so colorful and exciting. So cozy. Instead of white walls and counters he saw warm colors with items placed carefully in shelves and on the walls. The things that would welcome anyone inside with open arms. He liked how this place felt like home, more than his last home in fact. His last home.. He felt something choke up his throat when he thought about it. He couldn't go back there now. Not if he wanted to. There wasn't even anyone to go back to. And it was all his fault. Everything was his fault.

Look at what you've done, boy! This is because of you! You've made such a big mess. You can't clean this up. You can't fix it. You can't go back. This is all your fault. This is all your fault.

The words of insecurity and hurt rung in his head. It wouldn't go away. He wanted it to all go away so bad, he didn't want it to hurt. Oh god-- now he's choking on his own heart. Stuck in his throat. He's about to cry now, isn't he? How pathetic. He looked around the place, and retreated to a room going the opposite way of the living room. He had no idea what was in here. He opened the door to the room and looked around. Darkness. He stepped inside and searched for a light switch. He trailed his hand along the wall, searching for the damn switch. He thought he hit the light when in reality he hit something sharp. Something very sharp. He pulled his hand back and looked in the kitchen light at what had happened. Oh no, he's bleeding. This wasn't good. He tried the switches in the kitchen, one of them lit up the hall. Now he could just barely see inside this room. He searched once again for the switch, his hand still dripping with blood. He had cut it a bit bad, but he didn't care. He needed somewhere to break down for a bit. He found the switch to the mystery room at last, and flicked the switch on. What he saw was..