Y/N was just an ordinary unlucky boy. He has lived in Bellwood for years being about 3 years older than Ben. They grew up together often having a brotherly relationship. However he finds himself struggling more than ever. After a small period of dat...
"After the massive attack in Bellwood officials have, in fact, confirmed that aliens are real and the cause for the mass ruin that tore through Bellwood."
"Apparently these aliens have been hiding amongst our own species, seeking refuge without ever consulting with world leaders. The outrages continue this evening at our five o' clock news."
"While officials seek reparations, the people who were in the city have only one question. Who was the boy who saved Bellwood?"
"An organization known as the Plumbers have come forward offering aid and answers as an intergalactic peace keeping force comprising of both aliens and humans.
"Police and local authorities have confirmed the identity of the youths who saved Bellwood. Many are up and about after the gruelling battle however one is unaccounted for. The boy in question is said to be currently within Plumber's protection after a terrible injury. His name is Y/N L/N."
"I don't know where he came from but he just summoned these aliens out of nowhere! I was there man! It was terrifying man!"
"It was strange, I looked up at this lizard creature thing, but it wasn't trying to eat me. Instead she gentle picked me up and next thing I know I was outside the city. I couldn't even say thank you."
"I'm telling you those kids are the reason Bellwood is destroyed! I bet you they stuck their noses where they shouldn't have."
"He looked so serious when fighting that monster. But he still protected my family while fighting. I know he saw us and pulled that beast away from us so we could escape."
"The country has never been more divided on the current alien matters at hand. Some celebrate the youths who saved our world. Others wish to see them tried for the destruction they have caused."
"The real question remains: What Happens Next?"
A hand reaches out and gently takes the remote from the young man's hands. His gaze stared towards the TV. It had been a week. Maybe two. He couldn't tell anymore. His throat was hoarse. He hadn't spoken a word since his last fight. The one to take the remote and turn the TV off sat next to him and gently laced her arms with his. Her soft white hair rested on his shoulder as she laid her head against him.
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"You need to eat something." Hope spoke as she saw his plate on the counter, surrounded by the others of untouched food. He hadn't eaten properly in days. She couldn't blame him. A mark ordained his left wrist. It looked like a healed scar. But to him it would never be healed. It burned to the touch. A constant reminder of all he had lost.
