Letters

No Letters

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(Y/N)'s P.O.V

Wind howls outside the thin-glass window, the school house lit by a candle.

"Thanks to the eggs, we made more today," I grin, carefully setting the coins in Alva's hands.

She manages a small smile as she looks at the coins, making me smile back as she nods.

Alva approaches our secret stash of money we've been saving, opening a fish's head and placing the coins inside the jar inside.

"Almost... Hang in there," she mumbles encouragingly, me nodding as she closes the head and shuts the cabinets.

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Third Person P.O.V

Jesper shivered violently as the icy wind made its way through the cracks of his house, his legs curled in and his thin blanket not doing much.

He somehow managed to fall asleep, and was snoring as the sun went up.

A rooster suddenly caws from above him, making him spazz awake with a yell as he slams his head on the beam above. He screams in pain, it becoming muffled as a pile of snow falls onto him.

Jesper opens the door to the outhouse, the wind making the flimsy walkway sway dangerously as he whimpers.

He takes a deep breath before racing across, screaming as his blanket flies away with the wind.

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Jesper frowns deeply as he digs through the snow in the kitchen, managing to find a kettle and a mug. He continues digging, pulling out something fuzzy.

His eyes land on the rat in his palm, making them widen as he screams (along with the rat) and shoves it back into the snow, slamming the door.

Jesper pants as he leans against the door, crying pathetically. "That's it! This place is the worst! I'm going home."

He makes a move to walk, quickly grabbing his chest and pressing back on the door. "No! You can't leave, remember? You'll be broke! Out on the streets!"

He starts wailing again, "but I hate it here!" he grips his arms. "It's so cold and icky! And the people are mean to me and I miss my silk sheets!"

Jesper slaps himself, snapping out of it. "Shut up! Stop being weak! Focus! How do you get out of here? You need... You need..."

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"... Letters!" Jesper's smile falls as he looks into the empty mailbox. "Ugh."

He shuts it, turning to another house and strolling over. "All right. This is a good one, I can feel it. Come to Papa, you sweet, sweet, little..."

Jesper reaches inside, his hand going through the mailbox.

"Oh, come on!"

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Another empty mailbox.

"Ugh!"

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And another.

"Pssh!"

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And... Well, a not-so-empty one. A foul odor escapes the mailbox as Jesper swiftly shuts it, retching.

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Another empty one.

"Oh!" he groans in annoyance, an old woman exiting her house with a bucket as he looks over. "Fine. Go to the source, I guess."