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"I live in the shadows, no one sees me. I don't need a name."
"Mike, we just had a blackout, you're a literal white cat, stop trying to be edgy"
"ROSE, STOP RUINI...
Mike was just minding his own business, just like any other six year old that he met.
Not like he met a lot of them anyways; Well, to be completely sure, he was doing something else besides not perturbing anyone else, which was rolling on the snow.
Did I forget to mention? To clear things up, he lives up a mountain, a snowy mountain, not the highest one, but it was tall enough to scare people off.
His parents weren't really there with him, I mean, they made sure he was taken care of, however most of the times he was all alone, rolling in the snow or pretending that he was a creature of darkness or something.
He was quite the imaginative kid.
His concentration and thoughts of creating a cult of snowman was cut short by his father, who had just come back from work;
"Mike, come here my boy! I need to talk to you-"
He groaned internally and apologized to the definitely not well made, almost horrifying snowman.
"Sorry Mr.Shard, my dad's calling me-"
As he ran he shouted things to the snowman:
"-I'LL COME BACK WITH THE CABBAGE YOU ASKED FOR LATER!"
Mike's father, Bronze, was... Intrigued, to say the least.
'Maybe I should send him to a psychologist later, I think he's neurodivergent..'
He blinked as Mike accidentally bumped on the door, glared at it, and later bumped a second time intentionally with a proud look.
'Yeah, he definitely has some problems..'
Bronze pointed at the sofa and Mike sat there, with a dumb look on his face.
His father sighed and sat in a nearby chair, looking at him with an awkward smile.
"So...Your mother and I have decided something...Uh, very important-"
The child nodded and stayed with a 'no thoughts, head empty' look.
