Lost & Found Final Fantasy VII & Teen!Reader

I'm Sorry....

WARNING: DARK THEMES, UNDERAGE DRINKING, SMOKING, and DRUG USE. If you are NOT okay with any of this PLEASE DO NOT READ!!!

GIF NOT MINE!!!!

"Oh sister...where are you...?"

"We know your there..."

"We know you can help us...."

"Help us find her. Help us find mother..."

You gasped as you woke up from having such a strange dream. You kept having strange dreams just a couple weeks ago about three voices, all of them male, calling you sister and something about this "mother".

You once had a mother many years ago.

She thought you were a monster.

You were broken out of your thoughts by a cold draft brushing past you causing you to shiver. You curled up into a ball and pulled the thin blankets over you farther up to stay warm.

Instead of closing your eyes you just laid there knowing you couldn't go back to sleep without experiencing another strange dream. After a few seconds you breathed heavily out your nose and rolled onto your back causing the bunk bed you were lying on to groan and squeak from the movement.

Shortly after you had ran away you had found an abandoned orphanage home ran by a drunk of a man, Mr. Revel, who would come one a week to get money for rent. He didn't care how you got the gil, as long as it was gil.

You sighed remembering what had happened five years ago.

A week after you had fled with nothing but the clothes on your back, barefoot, you were nearly dead; starving and dehydrated.

The wounds on your feet were definitely infected from lack of proper care making it hurt to walk. However, the heavens seemed to open up when the man came up towards you.

You were too weak to protest over the way he had scanned you like he was picking out the best lamb to slaughter.

"You need a place to stay kid?" He asked.

"I'm not a hooker." You had replied back, your voice weak and hoarse from lack of clean water.

"I wasn't looking for a hooker. I was asking you if you needed a place to stay. I have an abandoned warehouse a few blocks away from here in the slums, I have a bunch of kids staying there. All you gotta do is pay rent on time and I'll give you shelter. A bed, indoor plumbing, clean water, friends....medicine."

"How do I know if your not tricking me?" You questioned.

"Smart girl. Smart girl. Very smart girl. Trust. You can trust me and come with me or you can die out here. Doesn't make a difference to me, no it doesn't." He had sighed.

Clearly you had made your decision.

You chose to trust him.

He was fairly kind as long as you paid rent, if you didn't you'd be kicked out onto the streets where it rained almost daily. The room you had shared with three other kids that had became your friends, was small but definitely much better than living off the streets.

Two bunk beds lined either wall, a window to look outside, a complete bathroom, and a fairly small closet. Even this orphanage was better than your home. Your small group of friends shared an unbreakable bond like brothers and sisters—you were so close that you had called your group The Nibel Wolf Pack.

To restart your new life, you also decided to change your name since it was tradition for everyone in the orphanage to change their names and completely erase their old ones, one step forward to erasing your old life.