Swift- 8yrs old
Rebel- 8yrs old
Ghost- 7yrs old
Mc- 6yrs old
You-1yr old
You lay there in your basket. A cold and dark alley way absorbs your every cry. To top it all off it begins to rain. You are 1 year old. Your parents decided you were to much work for them. You barely learned any English from how much they avoided you, and you definitely couldn't walk yet. You started crying as the wind and threw trash into your basket. You try to punch it off but you throw a tantrum.
"EWEWEEEEE!" You squeal. Your baby hands finally get the soggy and gross newspaper out of the basket.
"Dudes did you hear that?" A voice comes from above you.
"Yea I did actually." Another voice responds.
"Let's see what it was boys!" A slightly higher voice adds in. There was footsteps walking by you. They started to get closer and closer.
"Yo man. Is that a baby?" An orange masked turtle human leaned in your face. You start to cry.
"Mc knock it off. Your scaring them." A red masked turtle human pulled him away. You sobbed a bit and calmed down.
"We aren't leaving her here. If she's even a she." A blue masked turtle human leaned down and picked you up. You squirmed in his arms. He immediately hands you over to a purple masked turtle human. You play with the mask tails.
"...Y/N that's her name.." It says coldly. The ones around him give one nod of approval.
"Welcome to the fucked up family Y/N!" The blue masked turtle human shouted. You giggle and reach for one who heard as Mc.
"Come here girl." He picks you and cuddles you close to his chest. He takes his hat off and puts it on you.
"A true punk." The red one grunts out with a smirk. You attempt a growl. They chuckle, except the purple one.
"You are definitely gonna be a pain in the ass." The blue one chuckles and takes off the hat. He puts it back on the orange one and her messes up your short and thin h/c hair. You giggle.
"You probably can't understand us, but I'm Mc. That's Swift. That is Reb. And that's Ghost." The orange one says pointing to each of them. You barely understood.
"Let's heads back to the crib. It's getting chilly." The red one says. You tighten yourself in your f/c blanket and fall asleep against the orange ones chest.
Heads up there's gonna be a lot of time jumps. But they will all be in order. So it can go like 3 to 6. But not 6 to 15 to 4. I hope you all love this book!! Sorry for the short intro chapter.
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FanfictionYou cried in your basket. The rain lured onto your face. It was cold. Your parents abandoned you, you were an accident. A pair of strong arms lifted you up and you open your eyes to see 4 figures staring at you. "Let's call her Lollipop dudes." One...
