Cold Bones Embrace (UTMV X OCs)

17| Poor George

•I wanna love you but now everything's a crime. Poor George, take my money but you'll never take me alive.•

|MICHEAL|

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The moon was high in the sky when Micheal was escorted into a car, Dream at the wheel, Blue in the passenger. He stared out the window the entire ride, the car silent. He reminisced on the car rides his parents would take him on, when they would get upset and leave the music off the rest of the ride.

Watching both nature and urban areas pass by in a rush, he lost track of time, daydreaming in wake of his raw emotions. He had spent the entire night learning of the heinous acts the people he had taken under his roof had committed. He spent the entire night riddled with flashbacks to that stupid day, the day his entire life was uprooted, knowing they caused it.

He was almost bed-ridden with grief.

Yet now, most of all, he felt numb.

Maybe he was disassociating or something alike, all he knew was that the road trip was spent in his thoughts, nothing but staring out the window, recognizing the trees they passed, the buildings, he'd never been to them of course but he'd seen them from another window long ago.

He was so injured at this discovery and he didn't know why. Sure they were his friends but did they ever really consider him friends? He loved being around them but did they like being around him? Was he truly enjoyable to be around? Maybe it was all a ploy from the beginning. Yeah, maybe it wouldn't hurt as much if he pretended all of those memories were fake, like he hadn't had the best moments of his life with them, like he hadn't loved them, though he never knew it.

You never know how much you really appreciate things until they're gone.

He thought he learned that lesson back in his middle school years, yet here he was heart broken all the same.

"We're here, Micheal," Blue spoke, quietly, they were always so quiet and gentle with him. He didn't like it. It didn't feel quite right coming from them, almost like he would've enjoyed it more coming from another, "Are you sure you want to go back to them, knowing what they are?"

"Yes. I need to take my house back into control before my uncle comes home from vacation," Micheal muttered, voice shaking, he took one last glance outside the car before opening the door and stepping out.

Glancing around the place he was in, a large and empty parking lot it seemed, that wasn't suspicious and attention drawing at all, he sucked in a breath, the breeze was chilly and he was seconds from shivering.

Over at the other side of the lot was another group, who he knew were the skeletons that he was being 'given back' to. He was no plaything and he hated to think that he was just some entertainment or supplier of their every whim.

Micheal squinted as he looked across, someone was on their knees by them, who he likely knew as the Vi they were trading him for.

He knew someone by the name of Vi back in his childhood, but the incident separated them all and it couldn't possibly be the same person, right?

Ebott city expanded rapidly after the monsters came back so it was plausible that another different Vi had showed up and met with the skeletons that kidnapped/'rescued' Micheal. He really didn't need a dramatic meeting to add to his already overflowing plate, he was already busy thinking of just what to say to his- no- the skeletons he took into his home, just to express his unrest due to them.

The bags he had under his eyes in prior years were nothing being compared to those he had due to the prior night. It had felt like a week kidnapped with how utterly terrible he was in captivity.