Aether: The Bickering World

Woah, that's a cabin in the woods from nowhere! (1/3)

Jacob walked through the woods. It was a snowy winter day. He hardly made it. The ginger can't even see in the snow. It's night by the time he CAN see. He noticed a cabin out in the middle of literally nowhere, and decided he would crash there for the night. Strangely, though, the figures he sees in the window are very familiar, as if he spent wars with them. He most likely did. People like him were not rare, and this was a big log cabin. Big ass log cabin. He knocked on the door and everything went silent. Suddenly, a face appeared. A small face with a little button nose, and eyes so ocean blue. This short brown haired child held a gun, black cat ears very alert and messy clothes sticking out.

"Who are you? What do you want? You are not welcome." Contrast to the look, this child was strong and angered, laced with a Russian accent. Then, a soft British voice piped up with concern. A slightly taller boy with dark grey skin walked up, pulling the gun away.
"We are not to threaten strangers. Come inside, sir, and warm yourself up. Leave the boots on the carpet, though, we are NOT getting water on my hardwood floors." Jacob seemed to remember him as a really bad plane pilot. A kind Spanish accent took the floor.
"Thank you, everyone, for letting us both in."
A small grunt from the pale, punk, green haired male from behind the pink haired, curved, ashy coloured woman.
"No problem at all- Jaci, get over here, Bob let in a stranger again. Get me my gun." A tall America man spoke, and a little ashy Canadian pops out. He assumed that's Jaci. He also supposed the grey skinned boy was Bob. Suddenly, memories flushed to them all.
"That is the Jacob boy from Italy." Bread, the small Russian, spoke.

Ali, the pink haired one. Darius, the punk that Jacob never liked. Jim and Jaci, siblings like parents to Bob and Bread, the other two. It felt like some people were missing, but supposedly not. He smiled at them, glaring at Darius when they walk out. Bob runs back and jumps at him, hugging his old best friend.
"It's really you! I missed you!" He adjusted his police hat, showing he's still into justice.

"Guys, I think we should let this..kind..man go on his way," Darius' German laced voice seemed to strangle Jacob harder with every passive-aggressive comment. He pulled Ali and Bread to a side room, and watched as the child's small tail wobbled. They seemed curious on what the taller male would say.
"I think we should keep a close eye out. He's pretty...fishy."