Request by G1ich_w0rld
TW: CHILD ABUSE, STARVATION, MRNTIONS OF BED-WETTING AND SELF HARM
Collector rubbed their head, groaning softly "ow..my head. Did I drink too much wine..?" He muttered, only to notice the chains on his wrists. Panic began to rise; Collector picking up on where they were. "Collector. You are a vile disappointment" a familiar voice said, the young star looking up almost immediately. Collector tried to run off, unfortunately the chains on his wrists and neck restrained them from escaping their siblings. One of the archivists sighed "stop trying to run failure." She snapped, slapping the youngest child's face. Another of the older siblings snickered seeing Collector flinch and cry "pft- is the little mistake of a star gonna make a mess again" they said, taunting Collector as the young god cried. Collector cried more as he was dragged off to a dark, isolated room. Nothing but a bed and toilet in the room "this is your cell brat. You'll be let out when you learn not to befriend those beasts" the archivist said harshly; slamming the door and walking off.
Weeks later Collector had gotten worse mentally and physically, having not eaten anything during that time and being unable to sleep properly without having horrid nightmares. "Ugh..this is the worst.." the imprisoned child said, looking down at their lacerated wrists, having the urge to add more cuts on his arms. Just wanting to be freed and reunited with King. "JUST LET ME GO!! PLEASE..!!" He pleaded, tears in their eyes while banging on the door desperately in attempts to free himself. However the pleads went unheard, Collector soon giving up again and passing out on the floor. Soon waking up to the sound of his eldest sibling yelling at him "CARE TO EXPLAIN THIS YOU DUMB BITCH!!?" Their sibling yelled, gesturing to the mess Collector had made while asleep. The star-child looked down and panicked "I'm...I'm sorry brother...I t-truly am!!" Collector exclaimed with fear laced in their meek and tired voice. A harsh slap shutting him up immediately "clean it up NOW!!!" The older god shouted before storming off; having stupidly forgotten to close the door.
Collector had spent a week getting back to the isles; immediately being greeted with a very worried Luz and Willow. The two mortals hugging to god the moment they spotted him. "Oh Collie!! Thank god you're safe..!!" Luz happily exclaimed, holding Collector close with a smile. Willow smiled softly and held Collector's small hands "let's get you cleaned up buddy, I'm sure my dads won't mind helping us aid you in recovering from whatever happened to you.." she said with a warm smile and soft tone. All Collector could do was nod and accept the offer; too tired and hungry to properly think without collapsing to the floor. However they were at least happy to be back with the people who care for him and who he aimed to protect.
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Scars of a star
Fanfictionthis is a collection of mini-fics about The Collector, requests are allowed but most of the ones I come up with might be angst so be warned.
