random things

🌈 ₊˚ replenished | pt 1 ˚⊹ 🎵

TW: mention of ab7s3

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PLOT

Y/N's father recently passed away, with them being put in a foster home until someone else wanted them. Dave was a long time friend of Y/N's father, and soon finds out that Y/N had suffered abuse from their father through their behaviour. Dave decides to take them in so he can show them what a good father looks like.

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Y/N had snuck out again and was exploring their favourite location, the park. They loved to go to the park to see all of the different kinds of bugs that wandered between the grass under their tattered shoes. It fascinated them on how many species of insects there were, but mostly, how they all lived calmly amongst eachother.

Y/N wondered why humans weren't like that. They wondered why humans always fought and disagreed with eachother. Why they hurt eachother.

Their thoughts were interrupted, however, when they felt a tap on their shoulder. Instinctively, they jolted, turning around quickly, only to see an all too familiar face looking down at them. It was Dave!

"Sorry, did I scare you?" Dave asked, a goofy smile spread across his face.

"Dave!!" Y/N exclaimed, giving Dave a big hug. "I haven't seen you in so long!"

"That's only because a certain someone," Dave looked back at Tristan, who was happily playing on the play equipment a few feet behind, "managed to get grounded for a full week, so I had to stay inside and look after him. He's ungrounded now though, so here I am!"

"I'm glad you're here, I was getting lonely," Y/N smiled.

Dave and Y/N spent some more time idly chatting as Tristan ran around in the play area having the time of his life. Although, It wasn't long before it hit 5PM and Dave had to go home and make dinner. As him and Tristan were leaving, though, he noticed Y/N's face had dropped now that they were alone again.

'I can't just leave them there,' Dave thought to himself.

He told Tristan to wait where he was and began wheeling back over to Y/N. Once he was within reach, he put his hand on their shoulder and asked if they'd like to come over for dinner. Expectedly, Y/N enthusiastically accepted, jumping up from the bench they were sat on and walking with Dave back over to Tristan.

They hadn't had a nice dinner in a while. Their father always made them eat out of sight from him, and their foster home certainly wasn't doing them any justice. Y/N thought about what Dave's house would be like. They wondered if it would look dull, like every other house they'd been in. Let's hope not.

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