A single man's footprints echoed though the towns empty streets, it was the only sound that could be heard over the muted chatter from inside the homes he walked by. He carried himself with his hands in his pockets, head down and covered by a dark hoodie as a defence against the bitter winter wind. He preferred this time to walk. He found the quiet much better than the bustling crowd that inhabited these streets during the day.
He was much more attentive than his bowed head made him seem. If one spotted him under the warm glow of a streetlight would see his odd eyes scanning his surroundings under the shadow of his brown hair.
This attentiveness served him well when he heard the sound of tumbling cardboard boxes from inside an ally. It was almost possible to disregard the sound to an ally-cat, or mere chance, if it wasn't for the startled yelp that followed. It was high pitched, but not like that of an animal. It was clearly human, the sound of a frightened child.
Curiosity captivated the man. He looked down the ally he heard the sound resonate through. The space was much darker than the footpath, but he could just define the outline of the fallen boxes. Walking into the wind-shielded space, it didn't take long to find the source of the sound.
Sitting on the cold ground behind a large crate, shivering and hugging their knees close, was a young child. They looked to be maybe five or six, with messy (y/h/c) hair that looked in desperate need of a wash, along with the rest of them in fact. All they seemed to have with them was the dirty black and white tracksuit they were wearing.
The child cowered away from the man who stood over them, their eyes quickly welling up with tears. A smile crept over the man's features. A smile that filled his eyes with a malicious gleam. He had stayed out of trouble for so long, but he found himself in a scenario that was all too tempting. It was almost too easy. He knew no better way to cause his companion strife than to force him to witness the suffering of a child. The thought made him smile more as felt around his pocket for the knife that usually resided there.
To no avail.
The man lost his excitement and he heard a triumphant voice in his mind, one he had kept quiet for a long time. It was telling him to help the child. As always did in the past, he ignored it. His intent didn't change, merely his methods.
But as he made a step another step towards the child the voice insisted. For the first time in an eternity it took a stand and persisted to the point could not refuse.
In a momentary lapse in control he sighed and let his shoulders drop, and the man knelt in front of the child. Meeting their eyes on their level saw the man pushing back his hood and asked with bitterness aimed completely at himself, "are you ok?"
The man didn't feel he really needed an answer to that. He could see the child's wide eyes and tearstained cheeks even in the darkness, that was an answer itself. But he waited for the child to weakly shake their head, understandably tentative about talking to the odd stranger.
"Is there anyone with you?" he questioned gently. It was another question that he was sure he knew the answer to, but he waited for one anyway.
When the child shook their head once again, he had another question to ask, "What is your name?" left with no response past the child looking down at their hands, he begrudgingly added, "my name is Antisepticeye. I just want to... help you." He said the last two words with disgust, as if they tasted sour. Nevertheless, they made the child look up again.
They took their time, but eventually they answered, "My... My name's (Y/n)," they said.
"Okay (Y/n), would you like to come with me?"
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Can We Be Family? {Antisepticeye x Child Reader}
FanficCold, scared, and in need of help, you waited in an ally. It was getting dark and the once bustling streets were empty spare a few cars that roared by in the silence. This is when a young man offered to help you. He says his name is Antisepticeye. ...
