Smiling Critters: Ancestra Au (Cancelled)

Problems Arising Final Part: Escape

It was cold, even without a breeze the place seemed freezing, it was dark and silent, even with all that, someone was sleeping in this place and without any blankets, not even a bed.

It was Crafty, and she was sleeping on the floor of that room full of paintings that she had painted. The girl looked dirty and her mane was very messy, as if she had not bathed or groomed herself for a long time, a deplorable state.

“So cold… but so good, it matches what I feel right now” thought the unicorn slowly opening her eyes “after Hoppy left here, everything became as dark as this room…”

The girl sits up while yawning and rubbing her eyes, before long she stands up and begins to stretch. No cracking sounds are heard, just the sound of joints rubbing together.

“It didn’t pop… I must have slept a bit for that to happen, no popping.”

Crafty remained still for a long time, she breathed and tried to start the day by leaving the room, following the hallway, leaving the basement and going to the main building. It was a little empty, but you could still see children playing a little, nothing different, just these children moving away from Crafty when she approached.

“Taking a shower will help me have more energy, then I'll eat so I don't starve,” her stomach growled as she went to the bathroom, where she took a shower.

After bathing, the unicorn went to the cafeteria where one of the caretakers was waiting for her — the other orphans had warned her — the woman was desperate and soon filled her with questions.

— Yes yes… I’m fine ma’am, just hungry — she replied while the caregiver was still worried.

— Girl, don't do that, where have you been all this time, more than a week away? — He guided the girl to the table behind the tapes, and soon the food arrived.

— In the basement, in my painting room, okay, you guys looked there, but I hid behind the paintings — she saw each type of food being placed in front of her, they looked delicious but Crafty's look was still one of sadness.

— Crafty… you don’t need to hide, we won’t hurt you, we understand how you feel…

— No, you don't know, losing the only person who made you happy is not something you know... — he took one of the plates, it was a common sandwich.

— Hey, don't talk like that, we just want to help you — he tried to pet the girl, but Crafty didn't let him.

— You try… but you can’t, Hoppy told me that many of the rescued children still suffer from depression or disorders related to what led them to be orphans. Well, I say that your “help” doesn’t work the way you think.

— Hmm… that’s how you think, don’t listen to what we want to say and in the end you end up hurting yourself more…

— You hurt much more than you heal — she interrupted, Crafty was shaking with rage but didn't stop eating.

The caregiver leaves her alone, gets up from the table and leaves slowly, but looks back with tears of concern in her eyes.

“Adults… I hate them, especially those who think that all children are the same, liars, irresponsible and delinquent! Just because we are young they think we don’t know anything… it’s them who don’t know!”

She gritted her teeth even while there was food in her mouth, her leg wouldn't stop swinging and her hand was restrained so as not to squeeze it too hard and make it hurt. After eating, Crafty went up to her room with quick and heavy steps that could be heard like trotting.

In the room, she rummaged through everything she had, and only took the pencils, pens, chalk, notebooks and pieces of paper, putting them in a backpack - it was full -, after that she took off her clothes, using the concealment magic to hide her nipples and genitals. Ready to leave, from the door she looks inside the room and lets out a sigh, it was tidy just like when she arrived, after a while, she leaves and closes the door.