My Guardian Angel [Chara x Reader]

Saving Grace

It was still early in the morning when Y/n set out. The sun had barely just risen, its beams glazing over dewy grass and leaves. A lingering chill hovered around, waiting to be chased away by the sun's warmth. Birds were singing elegant melodies and talking about distant lands. Specks of orange danced on the edges of tree leaves, eager for their next advance. It seems like Autumn has truly begun to set in. It wouldn't be long before school starts.

It was Y/n's senior year and probably the last he'd spend in Ebbot. He would most likely have to move after all things are said and done, leaving his childhood home behind so that he could get a higher education. All the friends he made along the way would set off on their own paths, scattering like maple seeds in the wind. He would probably have to get a job; the government aid for his family was set to expire a year from now, and he would have to pick up the brunt of his mother's hospital bills.

Acelyn had come down with a rare illness a couple of years ago. It left her bedridden and in constant need of a medication that cost a fortune. Y/n wasn't able to work at the time, and even if he could, it wouldn't have been enough to sustain both him and the medication. Luckily the government stepped in and lent them a decent chunk of money, stating that neither his mother nor father was capable of providing sufficient income, seeing that one was hospitalized and the other was a missing persons case for at least a decade.

"Woah there friend, what do you have there?" Asked a scratchy voice out of nowhere.

Y/n jerked to a stop. A large man stood in front of him, barring his path. His stomach bulged out and was barely being contained by his straining and stained shirt. His scalp shone under a mess of thinning, unkempt hair. A quick scope of the situation revealed another two leaning casually in an alleyway nearby, their eyes locked on him as if waiting for something to happen. There was nobody else around, which was a bad sign.

"Nothing. Something for a friend," Y/n replied, trying to force his way around the guy.

"For me you say? How nice of you stranger! You don't get to meet such people nowadays," The man said with a sleazy smile on his face, barring Y/n's way forward with his large arms.

"You must have misheard me, sir. I said it was a friend, not for a stranger, as you said yourself," Y/n couldn't help but notice the irony behind the statement.

He tried to back away slowly, only to bump into someone behind him. They put a firm hand on Y/n's shoulder, preventing him from escaping.

Shit.

Y/n was vastly outnumbered, four against one. Even if he managed to get a lucky shot off the first, the other three would easily overwhelm him.

The stubby man walked towards him, his malicious smile ever more grotesque up close. It was a cacophony of misaligned and yellow teeth, receding gums, stuck food, and clusters of plaque.

"Really? I was looking forward to whatever you had in this little bag of yours," He cooed while snatching the bag from him, the paper handles easily ripped off from the force.

"Boss, should I check his pockets?" Asked the snarky voice behind him.

"Obviously dumbass! You think people keep their money in shopping bags?" The "boss" barked.

Intrusive hands swam around his jeans' pockets, fishing out whatever they could latch onto.

"Got a wallet boss!"

The big guy ignored the lacky and continued searching his bag.

"Hmph, chocolates, and a sweater. What? Do you have a girlfriend waiting?" He smirked at his own comment.