Day of Spirits

Junkyard Pup

No drawing for this one. I tried, but nah.
Ok. This one I went a little ham on. Hehe. I barely proof read it too, but honestly I went nuts. Angst and comfort chapter.

Chapter warnings: actual mentions of self harm, child abuse implications, self-hate themes, and Jay isn't at all having a good time. Pfft.
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16 years ago…

*Clank* 

The man looks down at the engine and brings his head up and wipes his brow. 

“Here ya go Ed, how's the engine coming along?” The women placed down two sets of glasses. The man took a sip. 

“Mighty fine, but it would help if all that lightning didn't occur, I had to stop working on this engine again to turn our lights back on.” 

The woman shakes her head. “I feel you, while you were gone in the city it occurred again… .these storms just aren't normal.” 

“No rain, only lightning.” The man nods and then looks up again as a light show went off again. 

“I wonder what's causing it, but it doesn't make me feel safe being in a Junkyard and all.” The woman frowns and watches the lightning in the distance. 

“I'll get the oil lamps and candles, just in case the power goes out again.” She leaves and the man watches the storm. His eyes squinted as the lights this time got more close. He backs away from his work and then feels the static making his hair lift. 

“We live in a desert, that ain't normal Edna.” He spoke and the woman walked back to him, her hair getting a little frizzy at the static in the hair. 

“Edna, we should probably head inside.” 

She looks at her husband. “It's just a storm, Ed, I'm sure it's fine.” 

“I'll keep watch.” He goes to the front gate and peers at the clouds with an attentive expression. 

“Ed, you always think these will be a bad storm… .Just like that dust bowl or them dust devils.” She says and Ed watches as the light show vanishes. His eyes furrowed and another noise entered him and his wife's ears. They turn around, listening to a squeaky-sounding yell. Edna went before her husband, who was just confused as he looked at the dark skies now without the lightning. 

“How is that possible?” 

*Gasp* 

He turns. “Edna, what is it?” He walks right behind the woman, and watches as she leans down and picks up a small, clothed, hoarsely squealing… .Ed stared at the crying face. It squirmed inside of the dirty cover, and Ed watches his wife hold it gently. 

“Who in their right mind would leave a child in a pile of silver parts during a lightning storm!?” She looked around, absolutely furious as she held the whimpering child closer to her chest. Ed meanwhile looks around the area where the kid showed up, and finds a small letter. 

“Hey Edna, look at this.” She turns, still red-faced, but takes the letter, handing the child to her husband. Ed looks down at the baby and his dirty face. It was so dirty, but he could make out freckles and… .clear purple marks around the baby's neck. 

“Oh… .Shit.” He held the whimpering baby closer, practically holding back his tears at the sight. His wife meanwhile looks at the letter, reading. 

She lifted a brow. “I think we should keep him.” 

“Edna.” 

“I know it's a brash decision, but this letter is eerily suspicious and I don't want to know what they are saying here.. .you know what I mean.”