Behind the Shape [Halloween FF]

[Chapter One]

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Across the street
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It was a cold morning, October 20th of 1963, and the smell of gasoline blew at the small child's face who observed the same truck that carried the family's goods to that very pleasant and calm neighborhood. To a house that was now home.

The five-year-old thought it was a waste, her friends, the orphanage, and everything she knew went to nothing but old memories of the old life.
A woman in a blue dress with delicate white spots and blonde hair that blew with the wind smiled in the child's direction, calling her name.

"(Y/N)... Come in, let's get all the boxes inside with me" she smiled, not caring about the deep thoughts the child was in.

A hum was all that she could do as a response, smiling either with the side of her mouth or with her bluish-gray eyes.

(Y/N) Omen, odd name, maybe too simple or even strange for a child's name, but who cares, the woman and the man she now called father and mother didn't seem to care. They liked it.

'Their names..' she thought, forgetting for a second who they were, father and mother, of course, but five days of being together wasn't enough to make the child's brain memorize that.

"Amanda please.. help me here!" The man across the garden cried while holding a heavy box of expensive porcelain.

"FRANCIS!" Amanda screamed running to her husband who almost dropped her valuables "God, please, do not carry more than you can, there's no one here to impress!"

(Y/N) came closer to her parents, curious, holding a little box in her hands that had nothing more than a little cup inside.
The two adults stared at the five-year-old, smiling, the father placed the boxes on the porch stairs not taking his happy eyes from his new daughter.

"Look! I do have someone to impress!" Francis passed his hand around her hair, making a mess in the process.

"Of course..!" Amanda giggled, carefully fixing (Y/N's) hair with her fingers.

She smiled, trying to not flinch, gently giving the small box to the woman's hands in front of her.
Francis continued to carry everything that was in a cardboard box inside their new house, the big and heavy movables were already set in the places they belonged.
Both of the adults worked hard to carry and clean everything while the small and young child was still there, staring, observing, and watching her surroundings with curious "colorless" eyes.

(Y/N) was smart, but lost, quiet, and wasn't very good at expressing herself, timid and at the same time very active on her own time.
People would say she had some type of autism or mental disorder, but no, she was just.., scared, and anxious, five years without a family wasn't good for the sake of the poor child's head.
Her original parents? Long gone, dead even, no one knew, the only thing they knew was that a knock and a starving baby's cry at that orphanage door was where she was born.

However...,

Something called her attention, a house, across the street, with pale blue wooden walls and delicate green bushes around the porch, two windows at the front that reflected the sun with a timid reflection of her house, a pleasant home was what she thought.

Who lived there? She didn't know, maybe a family as well, maybe with a child she could be friends with.

No...

(Y/N) was too timid to try, and too scared to be rejected but a determination was her weakness.

But something else called her curious eyes attention, a boy, her age most likely, maybe slightly older than her, blonde hair, deep blue eyes that seemed to be... emotionless?
He carried something in his hand, something fluffy with brown fur that seemed it have better days than today.