Thoughts

What Was I Born INto?!

Y/n woke up to the annoying sound of his alarm clock. Turning it off, he got out of bed, throwing his f/sh (FAVORITE SHOW) covers off of his bed. Walking down the carpeted stairs and into the kitchen, his dad was flipping pancakes. Sitting down at the table, the boy looked up to his dad.

"Hey Kiddo!! How'd you sleep! I made your favorite! Double chocolate pancakes!!" (~If these aren't your favorite imagine your favorite.~)

"Thanks dad!!" Y/n exclaimed, getting up yet again to grab a glass of orange juice. As the two sat in a comfortable silence, Y/n let his eyes drift out the window, looking across the street. It took him a quick moment to realize two figures were staring right back at him from the woods. He squinted, trying to get more details on the men. One was wearing a dirty yellow hoodie and the other one was wearing a tannish orange jacket. Both were wearing masks. Y/n looked over at his dad, heart racing. He was surprised he was able to concentrate for so long.

"Hey....dad?"

Evan let out a "hm", putting a stack of pancakes onto a plate before moving on to cook bacon.

"Who are the two masked men near the woods out the window?" Y/n questioned his dad, before ultimately regretting his decision. Evan froze, eyes still on his work before he slowly let out an answer.

"What...do you mean.. Kiddo?" Y/n swallowed a sip of orange juice before continuing.

"Well.... One had a yellow hoodie and sad mask, the other had-" He was instantly shushed as he father whipped around, leapt towards the window and closed the blinds. Evan quickly turned back around, eyes wide. Y/n regretted opening his mouth, his throat feeling extremely dry.

"I...think it's time you know..." Evan let out unsurely. He was hoping to wait till he was 15, not till he was eight. That's too much for a kid, but if they're already here...

"Know..what dad?" Y/n stared in fear and uncertainty, unaware of the load about to be dropped onto him.

(~??~)

"Well, look at that. We finally found the little shit Hood's."

"And it seems he has a son."

"He's a terrible father then, really. Bringing his son into this.. But whatever. The little twerp will be dead before sundown."

(~!!~)

It was now noon, the two had watched through all the tapes Evan had. Y/n was shaking, fear taking over part of him, other longing for an adventure that would not be easy or fun.

"So... Uncle Zach and Uncle Brutus never died by a.....fire?" Evan jumped, so caught up in thought he forgot his son existed.

"Uh yeah...yeah- No!! They died in a fire..but it wasn't an accident."

Y/n sat with that.

"So....why aren't you dead then pa?"

"....That's a good question Y/n... good question."

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