Dodging the Dodger

Part 1

You woke up in London, wondering how the hell did you get here! You sat up from the middle of the road as a boy runs past and grabs you by the wrist. "Careful! You nearly got ran over!" He looked at you, angrily. "Ahah- Sorry! I don't even have one single idea on how I got here!" I replied, sheepishly. "Eh that's alright! Where's your parents?" He asked, his smile full of happiness. "I don't have any.." I looked away, sad as can be. "You can stay with me and my friends for a while!" He took you by the wrist as he let go to shout up a chimney. "DODGER! COMIN' UP!" He looked at you again. "What's your name?" He asked as you both walked up the raggedy, unsafe stairs. "Y/N, Y/N L/N!" You replied. "And I'm Jack Dawkins! Better known among me more intimate friends, the Artful Dodger!" He smiled as he knocked on the door. "Dodger!" He shouted. The door opened wide as a young boy stood there looking at you. "Up ye go!" Dodger pushed you up the stairs as you stood there not known by what to say. "Ay, Fagin! I found this girl on the streets! Ye' don't mind if we take her in, do ya'?" He shouted through a little den. "Dodger, no need to shout." A tall raggedy man walked out and stared at you. "What's your name, my dear?" He asked you nicely. "Y-Y/N!" You replied. "I like that name! It's very nice! Anyways, Dodger take your stupid hat off it's annoying me!" He shouted at Dodger. "Okay fine" Dodger took off his hat and revealed his sort-of long hair. "I didn't think to tell you Mr. Dodger, im an orphan!" You looked away. "Thats fine, we all are!" He patted you on the shoulder. The old man walked back into the little den and came back out with food. "So, where did you come from?" One boy asked. "A funeral director, Noah, my (ex) parent kept on bugging me about my mother, so i attacked him" You replied. "Don't attack me will ya!" He teased. "Knock it off, Charlie!" Dodger pushed the boy into a chair. "So, what do you guys do around here?" You asked politely. "We pick-pockets for Fagin!" A boy replied. "BEDTIME ALL OF YOU!" Fagin shouted. You walked towards Fagin, not knowing where you sleep. "Excuse me, Sir? Where do i sleep?" You asked. "Oh, over here my dear!" He smiled as you two walked to a little basket. "Sorry it isn't much, my dear!" He apologised. "I'll be fine here, don't worry." You replied as you fell into a deep sleep.