A New Start (DSaF)

1- Doorbell

Alr. Reminder: This AU is not original, anddddyou can find more about the OG creator in the storys description.

TW's: minor vomit talk.

It was a cold October Thursday. A week before the 31st, or Dave's birthday.. also known as their happiest day. The final day where Jack could have just left it all to die, but it will never stop. He was expected to go back to the location on the 31st. He couldn't celebrate. He didn't want to celebrate. It gave him bad memories.

His TV was still on, muted volume, downstairs. There was a pile of about 8 bottles next to his bed. He had another 2 packs he wanted to drink away last night but passed out before he could. Whatever, he could take them for another time. Around 11 a.m., Jack was still soundly sleeping. There was a ringing at his doorbell. It was a constant ringing, 3 about every minute. The first 3 minutes went by un-noticed by him, but by the next 3, he jolted awake with a sudden gasp, hitting his head on the headboard, groaning in pain. He blinked his eyes open, the light from the window seemed brighter, and so did the bird chirping seemingly louder. He quickly got up, feeling dizzy.

'Fuck.. did I drink myself to sleep again?' he thought to himself while rubbing his head, his hair was messy, stray hairs everywhere, some on his pillow.

He looked around, blinking his eyes open, trying to push away the urgent need to vomit. He tried to see what woke him suddenly, his question being answered quickly by another 3 quick rings of his doorbell. How insanely loud it was, causing him to cover his ears.

"Argh! The fuck?! Who's here?" He looked at his door, slowly uncovering his ears.

He was lucky that he wasn't naked this time, still having a white shirt and some sweatpants on. With that, he got up, another rush of nausea coming over him, and walked towards the stairs downstairs. He covered his ears as another 3 quick rings came from the door.

"I'm coming! I'm coming! Hold on..." it wasn't as loud this time, starting to adjust to the world again.

He reached the door and opened. He looked forward, not seeing anybody. He looked left, right, than left again, than forward.

"Was I fucking ding-dong ditched for fun..." He muttered to himself, not expecting a response.

"Uhm.. down here!" Jack quickly looked down, jumping back, yelping.

His yelp cause the kid to jump back as well, tripping from the last step of his front porch, falling flat on his butt with a oof coming from his voice.

Jack quickly studied the kid. He had a familiar, if not lighter, purple skin on his flesh, his hair slightly curly, but overall straight purple hair. His eye color was pure black, and he was wearing a blue hoodie with some dark blue, almost grey, jeans.

"Dave?" Jack whispered, the kid getting up and dusting his butt.

"Uhm.. hi. I- uh.. hold on." The kid grabbed a note from his pocket, looking at it a little, then looking at Jack again."Are you... Mr. Kennedy? Sir."

Jack slightly raised his eyebrows, regretting using his real name again.

"Depends, who are you?" He responded, leaning on the door frame with his arm.

He studied the kid a little longer. He didn't really look like Dave, but at the same time, did. He had the purple skin, and the haircolor, but his hair was short, and his neck wasn't long as fuck. He also had normal eye scerela, minding the inhumane black eye color. He was also waaay too short, looked about 10, and wasn't in a rotting, burning, green looking bunny suit.

"I- Uh, this note might explain it better than I can." The boy handed the note to Jack. "Also, I'm Michael.. hi."

Jack looked at Michael while grabbing the note. He looked at the note, opening it with one hand.

"'Hey there"' it read '"so I have a kid, huh? Michael, was it? I will tell your ma' to hand this to you if you ever ask about me, your pa' (making sure you know-) or if anything super terrible happened and shit went down. Yeah so, sorry I couldn't like, live in your life? Yeah this note is very messy already...'" Jack rolled his eyes slightly. This was definitely Dave.

'"Who knew a one night stand with a-"' and the rest was covered in big black sharpie, blocking out whatever was there. Jack stiffled a chuckle, continuing to read. "'Yeah... if you decide to come in search for me, I don't suggest it. I'm not great with kids, actually, I suck with kids. Let's just say kids never liked me and I never liked kids. But if you do come in search for me and succeed, it would be nice to meet you, wherever I might be when you get this, if you ever get it at all. Anyways hopefully life isn't a pain in the ass right now, and I still don't suggest coming in search for me, but if some weird creepy feeling is saying "GO IN SEARCH FOR YOUR DAD, NOW!!!" I won't stop you! Uh, yeah. I have a tip on where to start, look for a orange man with some weird box thing on the back of his head, whatever that is- he is my bestfriend, and should know where I am."'

Jack paused for a second. He did know where he was. He knew Dave was resting. In other words, dead for good. He would have to bear the news to this kid. Jack lowered his eyelids slightly and kept reading. "'When you find him, there's no turning back."' 'Bro I'm about to tell this kid of your death, fucker.' Jack briefly thought to himself. "'I still don't suggest it, but if you succeed, it'll be nice to meet you Mike.

Sincerely- William"'

'Strange, William? His dead name? Wasn't he the fucking furry rabbit bot at this time? Davetrap? Or Dave?' Jack squinted in suspicioin, than looking up from the note.

The face now deemed Michael, had big eyes, hopeful. Jack looked around, he wasn't here with his mom? How did he get here? Jack stared for a little, trying to decide what to do. He could just tell the kid that he is dead and shut the door, like that. He could rip the note and say no. What would he get if he helped the kid? A sad child and nobody praising him. Hell, he didn't even need praise. He didn't have anybody to help him. Dave was dead and he left a kid- wait Dave had a kid?

'Honestly, I'm not surprised. Dave was always... curious...' Jack stuffled another chuckle. 'Bros a fucking murrsuiter. How did he even get the chance to make a kid- at that point he had been springlocked twice.'

Michael stared more, his hope strong. Jack sighed and opened the door wider.

"Whats your poison, kid?"

"What-" Michael looked up at Jack, concerned.

"You want water? Milk? I don't know.. juice? Hell, you look pretty young, but I have booze as well." Jack said cassualy before walking in, stopping and turning around to see Michael hesitating.

He was looking at the street than back at Jack. Jack crouched down and tried to put on his best smile.

"I don't bite. Honestly, it's better if I sit down and talk about the whole thing, but I could always just give you a short summary and send you off." He reassured.

Michael hesitated a little bit more before stepping inside. "Do you have orange juice?"

"Yeah, sure. Like it iced?" Jack asked, standing up

"Yes!" Michael exclaimed before turning slightly red of enbarrasment. "I love it- but not a lot think to ask.." He walked cautiously closer to Jack

"I thought it was a family trait." Jack motioned for Michael to follow him, headed towards the kitchen. "I can get you your drink, and then we tall about your dad."

Michael seemed to lighten up when he said, "Family Trait." Another thing to know about his dad.

"Does the orange juice have pulp in it?" He asked happily

"I seem like a heathen?" Jack smiled "'course is does!"

Michael smiled and hitched his backpack up to secure it better, in a way that would make Dave proud. He sighed a nervous breathe and followed Jack who was walking away

Notes:

1419 words! The first chapter so far! Remember, this AU is not my idea and belongs to "End_Tramission" on ArchiveOfOurOwn, with the original title being "An Unexpected Connection" so yay.

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