Stitches | Twisted Wonderland (Discontinued)

[𝐌𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐅𝐢𝐥𝐞 1]

Azrael is a character made by this lovely person! OneWithTooManyOCs aka Sirius on Quotev

Azrael does not belong to me.
I repeat.
Azrael.Does NOT.Belong.To me.

I have, however, been given permission to use their OC

Anyways let's go

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𝐎𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐌𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐅𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝟏

𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲

 

𝐎𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠...

It was early in the morning when Azrael got a call from one of her favorite people. Franken Stein. Her amber-golden eyes scanned her schedule, "uh...yeah, I can babysit for a month." The tall female could hear a sigh of relief from the other line. "It's no problem. Honestly, I've been waiting to meet this little munchkin you've told me about." She heard a seemingly tired chuckle from the other line. "Yeah. I can start today," her black-gloved hand reached for the bag on the counter and adjusted the phone to be held between her shoulder and ear. "Like I said it's no problem."

The phone ended and the silver-black-haired female leaned her back to rest against the kitchen counter with her head tilted back. The sound of footsteps caught her attention. In front of her was her younger brother, Death the Kid. "Oh, hey Kid." Said male nodding a greeting to his sister. He looked at the suitcase near the door and then back at her.
"Where are you going?" Azrael looked to the side before sighing. She crouched down and smiled at her younger brother,
"I'm going to be gone for a few weeks, maybe even a month. But remember what I taught you." Kid nodded. He moved a piece of her hair over. He stepped back and then nodded with a smile. "Perfectly symmetrical." the older of the two smiled at the younger. Fixing things he thought were unsymmetrical was something he typically did.
"See you later Kid," she said as she walked out of the house.

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Time Skip 
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Azrael stepped out of her car just as the day was halfway over. Her amber-golden eyes stared at the abandoned-looking house with an excited glint in her eyes. Her boots clicked and her white robe swayed with every step she took until she was at the front door. Her hand slowly but firmly knocked on the door and she waited. Soon, the door opened to reveal the tall stitch-faced male by the name of Professor Franken Stein. "I'm glad you're here," he told the women. Azrael nodded and was about to respond when a small movement caught her attention. Her eyes drifted down until her amber-golden ones met with dull [e/c]. Behind Stein was a 7-year-old girl who clung to his leg while staring up at the tall women before them.

'This must be [Name] he's told me about,' Azrael thought to herself. The honey-skinned woman leaned down a bit and smiled softly at the young stitched girl, "Hello. My name is Azrael. It's nice to meet you." The girl did not respond but rather hid closer to her father. Stein, and [name], moved back which allowed the shinigami born to step inside the rather spacious house.