Written Out

Its raining somewhere... here actually

So what is your theory on whats going on with Goth?

It took Goth three days to escape the woods, surviving on clean water he found and sparse berries and a few wild carrots. He even got sick a few times, as apparently some berries were not ripe yet and upset his stomach.

Th every tired child stared in hope at the city he could see in the distance, a city meant humans or other monsters. Maybe someone would know who he was. Or know of someone who knew of him.

Determined, he started towards the city.

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Dirty water rushed around him, pounding against the bare shelter he had found.

Goth shivered hugging his knees to his chest, doing his best not to cry as he had many things to cry over.

He had amnesia.

He was in an unknown city, in apparently an AU.. the things you heard from visiting people as people were prone to ignore street children. He was pretty much a street child now, since he was.. you know homeless.

He never had enough food, part of that homeless thing.

Goth.. wanted to go home.

Only he didn't know where home was.

"Mew..."

The child blinked as a small kitten nudged his hand, it looked as wet and miserable as himself.

"Hey there," Goth said with a rather fragile smile, carefully picking up the tiny feline whose fur and body was much too skinny.

"Prrrrr..." the creature said cuddling into his scarf, Goths smile became a bit more warm and less fragile.

"Yeah.. today sucks right," Goth said shifting a bit deeper in the tiny shelter, the tiny feline gave a squeaky yawn and fell asleep.

"Yeah.. good idea," Goth said, dirty wet and hungry he fell asleep.

Ten minutes later a shadow fell over the crate he slept in, rain bouncing violently off an umbrella.

"What's a child doing here?"