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1K Special - After Hours

So what everyone has decided for the 1K special seems to be what happens to Anon once he leaves after meeting up with America.. this should be interesting...

Plus, sorry if a few of you didn't get your choice! Maybe next I'll do a QnA special for the next special event I have?

Anyway, I hope you enjoy!

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Anon walked home, his second time with America even more... interesting than before. He'd spilled out that his family hated him, he pretty much confessed to America, and he didn't now what was gonna happen next.

Anon hesitated before gently opening the front door, his father seen hitting his sister with a bottle of sorts. Anon quickly ran over to the two, his father clearly the opposite of sober. He picked his sister up while his father slowly raised his arm to hit his own child, but was too slow.

"Get back here, you fucking-" He couldn't finish, Anon already at the second floor of his house. This wasn't going to last any longer, he decided.

He entered his bedroom, the curtains closed and his sister hastily placed on his bed. Before their father could hurt anyone else in his family, Anon went next door to his little brother and sister. They were around the same age, a year old each.

He picked both of them up, only to be greeted by his father's furious face. Anon pushed past him, his brother and sister in his arms. He ran back into his room, locking it behind him. There were several knocks on the door, all of which were demanding and outraged.

Anon turned around swiftly, his sister already out of bed. She had several bruises and cuts on her face and arms, except none of them seemed to slow her down.

"You need rest!" Anon shouted, a hand on her shoulder. She shook her head, pointing to the helpless younger children.

"They need help first! We need to get outta here!" She cried, her last sentence quieter than her first one. Anon's mouth slightly opened, speechless.

"..You want us to run away?" He asked, his sister nodding and her eyes wide. She hadn't even questioned why Anon was wearing his cloak, she ignored it and picked up their little sister. She motioned for Anon to pick up the young boy, Anon nodding without hesitation.

"Where will we go?" He whispered, his sister shrugging, trying to keep their father from hearing. The banging continued, the youngest girl beginning to cry. Anon's sister rocked her, kissing her on the forehead.

"Actually, I think I know a place.." Anon muttered, jogging to the window and opening it gently. His sister's eyes widened, shuffling over to her brother and looking up to him with hopeful eyes. Anon stepped onto the ledge of the house outside, carefully lowering himself down, his brother in his arms.

"Just follow me, ok?" Anon said, receiving a nod in return. After he touched the ground, his sister did so as well soon after. They began running, turning down the street and shortly entering a garage their father once owned. Once inside, Anon's sister putting on a cloak and wrapping their baby brother and sister in grey cloths.

Shortly, they left the garage, turning back onto the street. In the distance, they heard more yelling. It was their father, waving around a bottle of alcohol of some sorts. At that sight, they all began to run. There was a forest in the distance, one Anon was very familiar with.

It was the one him and America always met up at.

The group hurried into the bush, running far away from their father. It seemed as though they lost him, as Anon's father was now completely out of sight and no echoes of his voice remained. Anon slowed down, staring at his and America's blue tree.