HoO One Shots

🐘 Wilhelm Scream 🐘

Gender Neutral
Child of Apollo
Though I say it's a Frank oneshot, it's only a tiny bit, but I shall leave it here.

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You never raised your voice. You were too afraid to after everything that had happened because of it. The first time you raised your voice was when you were five. You were in your kindergarten class, happily building a tower with wooden blocks. A kid in your class had also wanted to play with the blocks, but you didn't like to share. Who could blame you? Most five year-olds were like that.

"Mine!" You exclaimed. Everyone in the room stopped what they had been doing and looked at you. The kid in front of you, however, was covering their ears, barely stopping the blood dripping from them. 

"Y/n," The teacher had said. "It's time to play with something else." 

"No!" 

Cracks were starting to appear on the windows in the classroom. The rest of the kids covered their ears. The loudness of your voice was too much to handle. 

"Now Y/n," Your teacher said strictly. You usually stopped at this point, having some sense in your tiny brain to calm down. This time, you started screaming. Everyone started clenching their heads. The windows started cracking even more. 

Despite this, you never stopped screaming. Your screams were getting louder and louder until all the people in the room could hear was ringing. The windows shattered, sending glass everywhere. The police found you unconscious with glass sticking out of your side. You were the only one who made it out of that room alive.

You never quite understood what happened. When you were younger, your mother told you a small tornado had formed by your former school. Now at the age of fifteen, you didn't believe that one bit. Your mother always assured you that it was never your fault. You stopped believing that after having to go to five different schools in your life time.

The next incident that you remember happened in third grade. You were outside for recess, playing hopscotch with your friends.

Your one friend threw the rock on to the pavement. "Three," She said. She hopped over every number except for the one she called out. When she was finished, she picked up the rock and gave it to you. "Your turn Y/n."

"Thank you," You said, grabbing the rock. The girl's face scrunched up, but it relaxed as you walked to the start. 

You threw the rock. It landed on the six. You didn't say anything as you hopped along the pattern to the end. After doing so, you picked up the rock. The person who was supposed to go next was talking to someone across the yard. You didn't want her to miss her turn.

"Aubryn!" You yelled. "It's your turn!"

As you yelled, everyone in a ten meter radius immediately covered their ears.

You looked over at your one friend. She was on her knees. Tears streamed down her face. You gasped. The only other time this happened you were the only one left to tell the tale.

"Are you okay?" You asked her.

She didn't do anything. The young girl stayed on her knees. You tried to get her attention by whispering her name. She finally looked up at you when you shook her arm lightly. 

"What happened?" She asked. You didn't know. How were you supposed to answer her question when you were too focused on the blood on the sides of her face and on her arms. 

"I don't know," You whispered honestly. Her eyebrows scrunched together and she shook her head.

"Can you speak louder? I can't hear you." The young girl was about to cry. All she could hear was a ringing noise.