BREAK FREE [TPN X Male!OC]

Care

"H-help-!"

Gasping and desperate for a break, he never stopped running. His legs tired, the familiar feeling coming back. Fatigue started to surface and he didn't even see the overgrown root and tripped. He saved his face by landing on his side by instinct. That depleted most of his energy. 

"Hey, kid! I am coming for you!" A loud voice boomed through the forest. Zan made haste and tried to push himself up but it was no use. 

His white cardigan, along with his white apparel and white thin cloth pants got stained with dirt and mud. His brown boots had been making friction against his skin from running and eventually scraped his foot. Now, he can't get up. His foot got sprained and in need of medical attention. 

With his hearing heightened, he could hear the rustling of leaves probably coming from them- Zan tried to pick himself up for god's sake. He doesn't want to die here. He had yet to complete what he had come so far. 

"H-Help.. please, anyone. I don't want to die. My siblings are in danger.. I have to keep searching for someone to help me- help my siblings to break out." Tears started to form on his eyelids and the dam broke when it was full. 

Zan cried like a fountain. He had never cried like this before. Back at Gracefield, he had grown up with responsibilities already laid out on his plate. He had enjoyed being relied on but he had never felt the pressure like he'd lose everything if he made a mistake. He's just a kid. 

"Norman.. Ray.. Emma.. everyone, I'm so sorry." His tears continued to flow as he laid there on the ground. His nails are digging into the dirt as he awaits his gruesome death. 

"Hey, kid..?" A mysterious cloaked man from the bushes called out. The man drew near to his limp body and assessed his situation. Zan blinked a few times tiredly, the mysterious man was hovering around him, checking his condition out. One last look, he pressed on Zan's foot which he winced and mewled. "Oh no, kid. You're in bad shape. You can't run much longer with this." The voice of the cloaked man seemed calm and trusting. "Don't worry, I'll hide you somewhere with me." 

The unnamed man carried his small body to a small tunnel, connected out of nowhere. Zan felt himself being carried in the arms of the mysterious man. He closed his eyes as he felt comfort washed through him, is this how it feels to be comforted? 

Soon, he felt himself being placed down on a flat surface. He then heard rummaging in the background as if they were looking for something. Opening one of his eyes, the mysterious man dropped the hood of his cloak. 

He had maroon hair and a wide scar across his left eye. "Mister? Is there anything I can do to help?" Zan heard another voice in the room. "Sure, hold this light for me?" 

A boy around his age, silvery white hair with a red streak for hair and red eyes, brought the light that the man gave him. He then walked closer to Zan and noticed him awake and it startled him a bit. 

"H-Hello.." he blurted out. 

Zan could only blink tiredly. The man seemed to have found what he needed since he was coming towards him. "Relax, okay? I'll just wrap up your sprain and you'll be good." Zan doesn't even have enough energy to reply back so he kept silent. 

He felt his foot being wrapped by a roll of something so he sat up while leaning on his hands behind him. Upon sitting up, he could see two more kids around his age in the same room. "Oh, kid. I'm still not done yet. You can rest for a bit if you want." 

Zan, remembering his purpose of coming this far, he blurted out- "M-Mister! Please help me! My siblings are in danger!" 

"A-Are they outside still?" The man looked behind him like he knew where's the way out of this room. "N-No, but they're back at.. home.. I don't even know if I could still call it home." Zan gripped his dirty cardigan. The memories that were filled with true emotions and feelings had been laced with fakeness and lies. "Where did you come from?" The man asked as he continued to roll the bandage around his foot.