[There will be a 'fancy text' used that some may have difficulty reading. I have put 'translations' below the sections that use it]
[Y/ns POV]
When the child woke up they were in a different place, unfamiliar to them. Y/n could feel warmth on their face, different from the cold air that had battered them earlier. They also felt a bit of a weight on them, something heavy, yet, when they reached out for it, soft. It was fuzzy and soft, not as thick as the child had thought as they brought their hand to the edge and felt it for a moment. A blanket. And the cushioning underneath them must be a mattress. It was bouncy, like a trampoline they had seen once in a commercial.
Father never liked y/ns curiosity, he didnt like them going through the scraps he left behind after a momentous meal, or how they investigated the beige bottles that littered the only place they had known to be home.
The child blinked their eyes, rubbing them with fists for hands for a moment before letting out a small yawn and pushing themselves up to look around. The room they were in seemed to be bigger than their entire home. It had beautiful dark brown carpeting with warm tan walls. Paintings hung in the room, several of them. Each with an intricate frame around them, carved out into different patterns, shapes and animals. One of them stuck out, it had a golden plate on the bottom of the frame with a name engraved upon it. Though, it was at an odd angle from y/n's current position, and it strained their eyes to try and read what it had to say, so they moved on, continuing to look around. There was a sleek dark dresser resting in the corner of the room, next to lighter doors with built in shutters. Y/n looked down and observed the bed they were in. It was a large bed, and they were smack dab on top, in the middle. It had large bed posts that led up to silky sheets being hung from the frame. The blanket was a velvety red, flowing like a river, enveloping the child in much needed warmth as they slept.
Y/n looked up as they heard the creaking of a door. An oak door they hadn't noticed was opened, and a curious looking man was peaking through. He was tall, that was one of the first things they notice. They were a bit taller than the man y/n had met previous, and he had creamy dark oak eyes that sparked with curiosity as he looked at the child. Y/n shuffled a little and tugged and the bed sheets, covering everything below their eyes as they watched the male step in. His clothes and hair were bright against the scheme of the room.
He had a bright pink mustache, that curled into a swirl on each end, and his hair matched that. It looked poofy and fluffy as strands stuck out of the mildly kempt hair. He wore a warm pale yellow shirt, gray suspenders with pink straps and black dress shoes. Fancyish
The male stepped forward, his curious expression morphing into a smile as he came closer. He stood in front of the bed, his hands shoved into his suspenders pockets.
"ωεℓℓ, เ'ℓℓ ɓε...ɦε ૨εαℓℓყ ∂เ∂ ρเ૮ҡ µρ α ૮ɦเℓ∂!"
(Well, I'll be...he really did pick up a child!)
Y/n tilted their head to the side, rather curious. The man spoke strangely, as if he spoke in an accent or different dialect. He gave a sort of slurred speech. His voice resembled the other male y/n had met earlier, but he spoke strongly, with more confidence and a sort of booming voice that could get anyones attention.
The strange man sat on the corner of the bed, looking at the child and watching them for a moment. He rose an eyebrow and gave a soft hum,
"∂αω, ρσσ૨ ƭɦเɳɠ. ყσµ ∂σɳ'ƭ ɦαѵε ƭσ ɦเ∂ε, เ'ɱ ɳσƭ ɠσɳɳα ɦµ૨ƭ૮ɦα."
(Daw, poor thing. You dont have to hide, I'm not gonna hurtcha)
The child relaxed a little. He didnt seem hostile either. They slowly set the blanket down and looked at the man was genuine curiosity.
"ɱყ ɳαɱεร ωเℓƒσ૨∂, ɓµƭ ૮ɦµ ૮αɳ ૮αℓℓ ɱε µɳ૮ℓε ωα૨ƒყ. ωɦαƭร ყσµ૨ ɳαɱε?'
(My names Wilford, but chu can call me uncle Warfy. What's your name?)
Hesitantly, y/n responded
"Y-y/n"
The child wasnt so sure why they were being so bashful, shy. The man- 'Uncle Warfy'- was being sweet, but they were just still a bit...unnerved from meeting the man earlier and waking up in a strange place.
"ყ/ɳ? ƭɦαƭร α ℓσѵεℓყ ɳαɱε"
(Y/n? That's a lovely name)
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