Connor x child reader

Connor x Running Orphan Reader

You moved quietly through the neighborhoods of Detroit. You managed living by finding old houses or abandoned buildings and working your way around to better homes. If anyone took you in you'd only eat and drink what your thin body could handle, if you were offered a bed you'd only stay and sleep for a small amount of hours before sneaking out again looking for another house. Tonight was no different than any of the others. It was cold and raining, the house lights were off, whatever neighborhood you were in this time was totally asleep. You never bothered remembering the street signs, though it would've helped with your direction, you were never taught to go or come back home. As you walked down the side walk, clothes clinging to your frame you spotted a dim light shinning through a broken window. You quickly made your way up to the house, the porch lights still on. You ducked behind the side wall and peaked through the cracks in the wood boards. There was a kitchen inside, with a table that held a few beer bottles and cartons of food. You noted that there could be squatters in the home so you reminded yourself to be careful. you searched the ground for something to break the boards with and came across a thick medal pole sticking upward toward the sky. It didn't seem like it was buried very deep in the ground, so with both hands you pulled as hard as you could. With each tug the pole became looser and looser and soon it popped out of the ground. Smiling at your small victory you walked back to the boarded window and wedge the pole behind the wood and pressed down. With a few snaps and cracks of the wood you managed to break to of them off. Dropping the pole you lift yourself up through the window and quietly drop onto the floor of the kitchen. You looked around to see that a living room leaked into the kitchen, the T.V was on but as far as you could tell there was no one on the couch but to keep cover you figured it was a good idea not to check. You went for the table to see if there was any food left, lucky for you the owners didn't finish the Chinese take out so you snatched the carton and ate as fast as possible. Once you were finished eating you crept over behind the couch to watch the T.V. whoever was watching, if they were there, was looking at a nature documentary. As you watched, eyes glued to the screen you failed to notice the huffing hot breath next to you. You turned your head and found a giant saint Bernard sitting in front of you. He sniffed you, licked his chops, yawned and laid down next to you. Though you never had been around animals much, you felt the strong urge to pet it. Slowly you lifted a hand and put it on the dog's head, stroking its fur. It whined happily and pressed its head into your hand. You smiled and continued to pet the massive dog until a voice startled you.

" Sumo ! Sumo come here, boy! "

It sounded deep and gruff like an old man. On command the dog, Sumo, got up and walked to his master around to the front of the couch. You could hear the old man shifting around on it. He laughed and let the dog up on the couch.

" Good boy, Sumo. "

Sumo barked and also shifted around. You slowly moved from the couch to see the back of the man's head, grey hair reaching down and stopping just above his shoulders. You stepped away the back of the man still in your view while you made it to a hallway that lead to three different doors. You looked down it then back at the man he was still occupied watching the T.V. Now was your chance to run for one of the rooms. You snuck over to the first door on the right and opened it, there was a bathroom the only difference was this one was actually clean and didn't smell like a garbage can. You continued your little tour to the left door, witch to none of your surprise was open. You had stayed in houses where most of the time doors were opened but usually no one was in them. You peaked behind the wall since the door lead into the room and, to your utter shock, there was someone in the room! It was a young man with dark hair, he was sitting at a computer in the corner of what you figured was the master bedroom. His back was also to you, he was wearing a black t-shirt of some kind looking at the screen. You kept on and moved to the last door at the end of the hall. You put a hand on the door knob and turned it but it stopped half way through rotation, it was locked. On instinct you clicked the lock on the nob and slipped inside and locking it behind you. It was dark in the room you wanted to turn a light but you thought it best not to draw any attention to yourself so you used your hands to scale the room. All you could feel were carboard boxes, you must've stumbled into a storage room. You scaled the room for a bed or a blanket there had to be one in one of the boxes. So you started getting into them one by one looking for a pillow or blanket to sleep on. After what felt like hours you reached into a box that had a soft fabric in it, jack pot. You took it in your hand and pulled but it wouldn't come through, so you pulled harder. Still it wouldn't budge so, with both hands you tugged, it came lose but so did the pile of boxes near it. You let out a scream as the boxes collapsed on top of your body. Loud clattering noises and yelling came from the other rooms. You panicked and tried to move to avoid being caught but you were pinned down, trapped. You could hear the door being broken open and the click of a light switch.