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Quokka

This is a fan fiction... They are all now the same age they have in real life... :)

Quokka's backstory

Hello, am han jisung... And this is my story...

I never met my father... And my mother would work day and night to keep food on the table...

Well that's what I always thought

Sometimes she wouldn't come home at all...

The only times I saw her where about two times a month... But soon I figured out something

She had another family... She was never working...

She only paid the rent... And brought me food sent by someone else..

She was rich... She had kids...

As if I didn't exist...

Soon I decided to fake my death... The same person brought me food..

I laid on the ground with fake blood that looked real...

He stared at me... Set the food down... Pulled his phone out...

"Hello, ma'am...I found your child... Dead in the house... Am sorry for your loss"

"What are you sorry for...That pice of shit deserves to die..."

Tears ran down my face

The servant left.. Not bothered by the body...

As soon as he left... I started crying... I left my house for the first time...

It was only a tent... It was a small tent made off metal...

What kind of fucking bills did you pay bitch...

I started walking around... I didn't want to live there anymore...

I had to go back to pack my stuff... I found an old suitcase in a dumpster...

I took it with me... I grabbed my old clothes and the food the servant left... I found a broken glass bottle...

For protection...

I walked a few blocks with the suitcase...

It was getting dark...

I went to an alley way... Where I saw fresh dirt had been dugged back in

I sat there for a while... When I heard someone approach me...

I lifted my head... It was a huge man around his fifties ...

"Hello... There"

The man tried grabbing me... But I pushed him away

"Come on don't be like that"

The man tried again...

A bang was heard

In front of me a man... Hot... Bulked up... Black hair... Probably in his seventeens man stood before me

He had saved me...

"Finish the job"

He threw a knife at me...

He wanted me to kill him...

So I did... I stabbed the guy one time...

I felt pleasure fill me up... So I did it again and again...

I was too distracted stabbing the man...

I looked up... And the man was... Gone...

He'd gone away...

He had left me with the body... I found a card... On the floor... I put it in my pocket and continued...

I decided to dig in the same spot the fresh dirt was...

To not really a surprise... I saw a body...

I dumped the body I had just killed inside the hole... And put the dirt back spelling the word quokka...

My face was full of blood...

I grabbed a rag and damped it in some water I had and cleaned myself up

I gathered my stuff and left...

I really wanted water... And a charger and a phone...

I went to a Walmart store...

I filled a cart with the stuff I needed..

Like food, knifes, hunting guns... I know I needed a permit for that.. But

I lied to the clerk... He was too gullible

"Hey the boss told me to check the guns"

"Really? Where's your name tag"

As soon as he saw it he gave me the gun.

It was of course a fake name

"Thanks"

I grabbed a few phones without being noticed... And some chargers and headphones...

I went towards the employees only room

Where there was a backdoor... I quickly flew out of there going towards the alley I left my stuff in

That's when I realized...

I loved this so much...

I started laughing at myself...

I loved killing... Robbing... Anything that was a crime... I fucking loved it

But I had nowhere to go... Not even the tent... Animals would probably already be living there...

I was alone...

Just like a...

Straykid... But quokka is going to be the most wanted criminal...