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Onimikeler Oneshot: The Rare Occasions

Onimikeler Oneshot:

The rare occasions

Plot: Onity does not speak much about his past or who he once was. Sometimes, however, Tyler or Mike are able to get something to slip. Sometimes.

Note: So, uh, as I begin to make Tyler Crisson my own character, I alter things about him and his design. This Tyler, Tyler Crisson, is mixed, Hispanic/White, and thus knows english and spanish. Still the nerd though. Precious precious nerd.

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"Wait. Say that again." Onity said, sitting from the couch.

Tyler was carrying a box, currently placing it on the other side of the living room. Tyler's mother had "given" Tyler and his sister Rose some random boxes from her attic. Today, Mike and Tyler were going to go through the boxes they had received. While Tyler finished dragging all the boxes in, Mike already opened one to find photos and an old camera.

Mike paused, looking back at his new roommate. Onity had only lived with them for a few weeks.

"I had a friend once who was really into photography." Mike said.

"Pho-to-gra-phy?" Onity asked, pronouncing the word wrong.

"Pho-tog-ra-phy." Mike sounded out the word.

"But the word is Photo and graphy." Onity questioned.

"Onity, there is one thing I've learned being bilingual, and that's that English is a bitch." Tyler stated, setting down the last of the cardboard boxes next to the litter on the carpet floor. "For example, It has all these rules and then it follows none of them."

"So it's pho-tog-ra-phy?" Onity sounded out the word correctly, feeling strange when doing so.

"I was ten when I was told how to correctly pronounce photography. My life changed since that moment. It's never been the same." Tyler continued.

"Oh really? How's it changed?" Mike asked.

Tyler shrugged. "I'm only assuming it has. I'm not that smart."

Mike grinned and then turned back to the box, Tyler sitting next to him to look at all the pictures inside. He didn't get to the first picture though, because a thought stopped him. He looked back at Onity.

"English is not your first language, is it?" Tyler asked him.

Onity shook his head. "English originated on Earth. I am not from Earth."

Mike put down the photos he was looking through. "But you've been alone in a mansion for, like, years. How the hell did you learn English? How do you know how anything is pronounced to begin with?"

Onity did not expect the sudden questions, but after consideration, he shifted to a less lazy looking position on the couch.

"I read the books in the mansion. There were thousands of them, you know. I liked to read as a child." He explained. "I started off using translation spells, but then gradually began to understand the words and what they meant because the translation spell allowed me to read English and understand it in my own language in my head. After about a year of using the spell, you pick things up."

"Wow." Tyler said, looking down at the photos he had picked up. He saw a picture of him as a little boy with his dad and his mother. His sister was the one who had taken the photo. Tyler was missing a tooth in that photo.

Onity continued.

"I also picked up some french from the books. Some were in other languages and that confused me. Yvenity only had one language. Earth has many. I don't see the advantage in that. Humans make things so complicated."