Jacksepticeye GT AU Oneshots (COMPLETE)

He Cares

Suggested By nightfurygirl123a

Four years old. Alone in the streets. Unwanted by your own parents. Tiny. What a tragic combo for somebody, huh?

That somebody is you, unfortunately.

At such a young age, you were so easy and open to be killed. At this point, you could basically say you were a duckling trapped in a pond of alligators. You had nothing to defend yourself with. You were innocent. You couldn't kill, even if you wanted to. You didn't truly understand the taste of the real world in a Tiny's point of view; your parents had always kept you locked away.

You still had so much to learn- yet you had nobody to educate you.

The smartest thing you thought you could do was hide, which it was, and that's exactly what you did. An old alleyway which lie between two withered "FOR SALE" buildings had a big dumpster in it, which you thought it could possibly have human-tossed garbage that might help you.

There was just one problem though: how the hell you were supposed to climb it.

You didn't, that's the answer. You had nothing on you except clothes, which even then were torn and shredded from cuts and bruises.

For your age, you had a pretty strong pain tolerance, but that didn't keep your spiteful tears from dripping out of your eyes. I mean, come on, you were a kid. You'd cry even if you got shoved to the carpeted ground.

Oh, had I forgotten to mention you were hungry too? Yeah, you were starting. Your parents would sometimes feed you berry juice to keep you alive, but they only did that to keep you alive because if you died on their hands, under Tiny law they could get themselves killed too.

Your parents were really just self-centered assholes, let's be honest.

It was only a little drizzle outside, and the alleyway being as thin as it was helped it by a massive fraction from flooding. If a raindrop hit you hard enough on the head though, it could knock you unconscious, even in a drizzle, and you knew that from another's experience.

The bottom of the dumpster was the only thing capable of shielding you from the downpour at this point, and you were starting to get desperate, so you darted straight underneath it as quickly as possible

Being nose-blind had it's benefits, such as your case. You wouldn't have even stepped near the alleyway entrance if you had your nasal senses still intact. The smell of the dumpster was absolutely horrid, but you didn't smell anything, which worked out pretty damn well.

Let me remind you again- this was when you were FOUR. This is like, preschool- kindergarten age level (for the US at least, but still, you get the point). It's a miracle you've even managed to last an hour out on the human streets. Making it out alive overnight? Never heard of it.

You really didn't miss your parents all to much. By just the look on their faces, you hated them from day one, but you didn't show it.

You thought for awhile to yourself: would you have to become a Borrower, always stealing off of humans for your own survival? You hadn't been given any training though, and you had none of the tools for even decent traveling: string, a knife or two, etc.

You had nowhere else to go, and when the realization hit you, you began to whimper, which dragged into sobbing. You didn't want to die. Not like this. You at least wanted to be remembered for something, but barely anybody even knew about your existence. You were just a speck of sand in the middle of the Sahari Desert.

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Walking down the alleyway he'd always taken towards his home, his sharp ears caught a small noise, and it directed him straight underneath the dumpster. He paused for a moment, thinking to himself.