Tainted || Megumi Fushiguro x F!Reader ||

Chapter 0 ~|Your Past Makes You|~

0 years old...

A swaddled baby on a doorstep, cried and cried. Your face was scrunched up, your face wet with tears.

Your haste parents ring the doorbell of the old orphanage. Causing the dinging sound to echo throughout the room of the caregivers. The wooden door steps creaked as your mom and dad start rushing away.

(Mom's name) stops in her tracks, pulling away from your dad's gentle hold on her hand. She shuffles back over to the sobbing baby, planting a soft kiss on her forehead before returning to her husband.

Moments after the two are out of sight, a caregiver emerges from the building. She glances around the area, finding nothing but the usual trees and dying grass. Her ears perk, when they find the sound of a crying baby under the sound of strong wind. Her eyes drifting down and landing on you.

The look own her face, matched the dark, gloomy sky. Your tears matched the rain.

Without hesitation she picked you up, cradling you in her warm arms. An open note laid on top of your little body. The lady squinted her eyes to read the words it held.

"(Y/n) (L/n)... Take care of her, she's special..." The caregiver muttered the words to herself.

Her gaze returns to your cute little face, that had finally died down from crying.

"If you're so special, why'd they leave you, hm?" She spoke softly, smiling kindly at the baby, holding back pitiful tears.

The caregiver brings you into your new home, the orphanage...
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2 years old...

You took your first steps, not like anyone cared though. The caretakers were too busy taking care of the others. The young babys, the annoying toddlers and the moody young teenagers.

Today was another adoption day, where the orphanage is open to all families and couples. The day these baby longing people are free to meet the children themselves.

You stood in your cot, you were in the baby room, where the other babies were in too.

The most couples go here. Most couples want to adopt young kids, babies. Some looked and played with the other babies in their cots. Some had their eyes on you. On your cute (h/c) hair and pretty (e/c) eyes.

Some played with you, poking your nose, you'd giggle. Until there was this one couple that approached. The women had something on her shoulder. It had beadie eyes, a toothy grin, swaying tail.

It was a curse spirit, slung around her shoulders. Though you didn't know that. To you it was just another monster. The same monsters that would crawl around the orphanage at night and sometimes pull your hair while you try to sleep. Your eyes widen upon the sight and soon enough, you bursted out crying.

Eyes turned to you. The caretakers had to scoop you up and take you out of the room, since you just won't stop crying.
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4 years old...

You were taken in by a foster home. You shared a room with two older siblings. They all liked you, they thought you were cute. They liked having a little bub around their house.

The parents were nice, very religious people. It was a home of six kids, including you.

Although they loved you, they hated how much you cried. How you'd wake up, yelling and pointing at the slightly jar closet.

"Go away!" You little voice was always able to squeak out.

They'd just say nothing's there, then scoop you back into bed.
The parents didn't like this behavior. After it continued for a few months, they got worried. They believed your were seeing demons, that you brought demons into their household.