When Y/n was a child, around the good ol' ripe age of 4-5, he and his parents were forced to move into the Elliot Manor, the father being old friends and a co-worker for Elliot's business. He was quick to befriend the owner's daughter, the two quick...
Stepping inside the bunker, Uzi ignored the group of workers, all playing cards, waving high, asking how it's been, and acting as if they had been best friends since birth. All their words went in one ear and out the other, as she maneuvered through the large halls, she kept her gaze on the floor, knowing the route to her home by heart. Upon reaching the high-tech door, Uzi took one of her hands out of her pocket, punching in the four-digit code {1954}. With one last click, the door slid open, but upon entering, she paused halfway in the living room, glancing over to the couch, noticing her dad in sleep mode on the sofa, back hunched over, head drooped down.
Weird, usually he's in his room or at the main doors.
Glancing at the TV monitor behind her, she saw the black screen with nothing on the display. The remote still on the charger next to the TV, and the battery at 100%. Taking it off the charger, she set it next to the device, giving one last quizzical glance to her father before putting in the code for her bedroom, the door sliding open instantly, purple hue blinding her for a second, eyes taking a moment to adjust, she had been out her room for so long she forgot how one toned it was.
Kneeling down, she scoffed, picking up one of her tools and noticing the room was a mess. An outcome was most likely from the human as he was escaping and looking for his things. 'Idiot.' She grumbled, tossing the pliers onto her nightstand. Taking off her beanie, she set it on the stand, throwing her hoodie into a small bin, leaving her in a striped pink and purple shirt, relaxing her body on the bed, one leg kicked up, resting an arm under her head, the other lazily draped over her stomach as she closed her eyes.
Finally, nice, peaceful silence.
Alone with no one else to disturb her. She was back where she belonged. A comforting place.
One where she knows the norm and knows what's wrong and right.
A place where she doesn't have to worry about what the idiots outside think of her.
It didn't take long before her mind drifted off into sleep, leg resting down, body loosening up by the second. Her dreams weren't of anything, they never really were. She was content with that; the comfort of relaxation was enough. A dream would occasionally come along, but she didn't expect it. Although it did have adverse effects, it would feel like not even 5 minutes had passed before her alarm would begin blaring into her ear, forcing her out of the comforting silence.
Uzi spent her morning waiting for her dad to leave, not wanting to be seen. She was late because she had been waiting so long, but the teacher didn't care. Unsurprisingly to her, the next few days went as she'd expected; the school didn't recognize her, and she wasn't seen, questioned, nor asked where she'd been. Just one less empty seat. No one cared about her. She was just something to be acknowledged or made fun of, probably. Nothing more, definitely less to others. Pulling out her headphones, blasting whatever music would come first in the shuffle, resting her head in her arms.
