×{Old Timer}× Ebenezer Scrooge X OC {MxF}

Chpt.1

((HIII welcome to the first chapter i won't bore you with talking so lets get onto the story!))

3rd POV

Aziraphale- a woman in her mid 20's- was struggling to try and stop two children from verbally fighting with each other, being hopeful it wouldn't turn into anything physical. "P-please Aydrian, Thomas- do not fight! It will only make your situation worse-'' the woman was interrupted by screaming from afar, it being a girl who was hurt and crying.''Miss Aziraphale!!'' The girl's voice echoed down the walls of the hallway from a room not too far away from where Aziraphale was. Immediately, she told Thomas and Adyrian- the two boys still fighting, not having heard the little girl sobbing in fear- to stay and ran over to the hurt girl. You see, this would have been resolved already if she only had a few coworkers, but all she had was herself. All these poor orphans who had no home and shitty care, all this trauma, but it was all about to end. When Aziraphale smelled that of the scent of smoke, after patching up the little girl she ran to the source of the smell, hoping it was nothing too bad. She opened the doors to the kitchen and was greeted with the sight of half of it on fire. She yelped in surprise, grabbing anything to help put it out, but only made it worse. When she realized there was nothing else she could do to stop the roaring flames, she ran out into the main hall, yelling at all the children to get out, leading them all to the exit.

As soon as they all reached the exit a wooden pillar fell down, the fire attached to it making her scream along with the other kids as they all ran in opposite directions, making her panic, knowing this way it would be harder to get all of the children out of the orphanage.. Thomas had fallen while trying to catch up, so Aziraphale picked him up and carried him on her back. "Hold on tightly Thomas, everything is going to be ok," she cooed, her voice slightly shaky with worry as she grabbed the hands of some of the other children. She led all the kids who were still with her and ran to the exit. Aziraphale knew the others weren't going to survive after seeing the fire quickly reaching for the fire exit. She burst through the door with the kids, running to the front entrance of the orphanage with a thomas on her back and three children behind her. She stared in fear. Sadness, anger, every emotion connected with fear and guilt consumed her, and all she did was cry. Finally, after ten minutes, the firefighters arrived, telling her to stand by with the children, while police and medics came up to help.

{Time Skip}

Aziraphale sat down on a bench, her eyes still red and puffy, stinging from all the crying she had done. She wanted to do something, anything to help, but she didn't know what to do. Everything was already gone, most of the kids that were in her care died, all their trauma put onto her. The kids who did survive went on their way, believing those kids died all because of her, that she was the one to blame. She had begun to believe that as well, making her pearl eyes water before she blinked them away. Where would she live? Where would she get money from? What would happen next? Aziraphale looked at the ground, her hair falling in front of her eyes, thinking about how she'd earn money. Immediately, her head lifted up after she overheard people talking about a familiar man everyone knew of. "Oh please, don't go to scrooge for money! He'll just give you 2 seconds before he demands you to pay him back, such an old git!" the older lady huffed at her friend who chuckled at her insult. Aziraphale stared with a curious look on her face. She had heard of this man before while she was just taking ownership of the orphanage, but she never bothered to think of him until now... maybe he could help her? It was a silly thought, truly. However, she still got up to question the two women. "Excuse me ladies, could you tell me where one would find this Mr. Scrooge?" The girl who was insulting him looked at Aziraphale with a quizzical glance before giggling a little "Of course dear, he's just down past the market you'll see his name on the sign he has. Just warning you he isn't very friendly!~" she said the last part in a sing-song voice before the two walked off giggling uncontrollably, and with that, Aziraphale took a breath before walking towards the aforementioned market.

As Aziraphale was walking, many thoughts ran through her head coming from different places. The sounds of screaming children, the fear of this "scrooge" person, scared to know what he was like, and the sounds of the surviving children from the orphanage tell her it was all, Her, Fault. A chorus of regret and guilt flooded through Aziraphale, shivering from such thoughts. The sudden yet sharp briskness of the cold, winter air made her snap out of her head and realize she was at the end of the market, looking around she spotted the sign that said "Scrooge" on it and immediately she felt dread build up inside her, like something or someone watching her. She brushed it off and hesitantly walked up to the huge doors, knocking on it 3 times. Hearing the old wood of the doors creak open, the lone woman only hoped for the best, and as the door slowly opened she saw a tall, older man with slicked back salt-and-pepper hair with sideburns and a comfortable looking suit appear in front of her. So this was scrooge, she thought, her thoughts quickly cutting off by the sound of his voice "Are you going to stand there staring at me like I just kicked your dog? Or are you going to say something," he growled, making her jump a bit, now noticing how she was rudely staring at him. After a moment's pause and the clearing of her throat, she began to speak.

(End Of Chapter 1, PLEASE GIVE SO MUCH LOVE TO THE PERSON WHO HELPED EDIT, AND GIVE IDEAS FOR THIS STORY TO BE THE GREATEST IT CAN BE!<3
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