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[F, TW] Ralph x Child! ~ My Little Dandelion

For Laughing_Hooligan
Trigger Warning: Abuse

You laid, almost unconscious. Blood rushing through your body, some dripping out of slashes on you. Bruises, and cuts, old scars covered your young and fragile body. Only 7, you had no self defence effective enough to shield you from the beatings.
You father was away, leaving you and your mother alone. The house smelled of drugs and liquor, and your own defeat.
You know you have to get up before she returns, or else surely that would be it. Thin and malnourished limbs worked at the carpet, standing. Tears blocked your vision, and you pulled a box from your bed. A long rope from dog leashes of previously owned pets. You looked to the door, pushing the window up and throwing the rope down, latching the end to the bed. Pulling your weak body out the window, bloody palms holding on the leashes. You dropped to the ground below, consciousness going in and out. You laid on the ground.

It was dusk, and the little food your family had was burning in the kitchen. Though you were starved, you got up. You ran out of the fencing, into the raining lands of poor and smokey Detroit.
You had brown leggings on, mixes of grass and dirt covering the knees and butt area. A big shirt that had a cat on it.
You knew of a abandoned house, only because kids in your neighbourhood liked to vandalise it. You went there, it was shelter outside of your house.

The gate cut into your skin, you didn't have enough power to hold the metal above your body to crawl through. You stumbled into the house, the overpowering dust filling your nose, and refused your laboured breathing to wheezing. Your lanky limbs weakened, falling over the chair in the room.

That was were Ralph found you, and he picked you up and laid you on the ground above a ripped down curtain. He took an old bird to the fire place, setting it on the fire to heat it.
The almost sickening smell of cookin feathers and meat woke you up, too weak to get up, you looking at the blue covered man. No, that wasn't a man, it was an android. A damaged one at that. He gave a small gasp when you woke, and he smiled and walked over to you. "You're up, dandelion!" You gaze was foggy as you looked at it. "Ralph has food for girl, cooking it now." He had a sweet smile, such human emotion on his face would only be sympathetic.
When he showed you the almost burnt bird, you looked away. "Ew! I'm not eating that!" You curled up, plugging your nose of the smell. Ralph pouted, seeing more wrong in it. "Why does Dandelion not want Ralph's bird?" He looked down, setting the poor thing on the table. You looked through your raggedy blonde hair, "it has all it's feathers on it, Yuck!"
Ralph looked to the bird, using the blunt side of the knife to pushed at the body. The burnt and clumped feathers fell off, revealing the crispy skin of the pigeon. "Does Dandelion like it better if Ralph removed the feathers?" He continued to remove the black masses from it, until the bird was bare to the flesh. "Yes, yes. I like it when my food doesn't have it on." You turned over, wincing at the pain of the lashes on your side. You slowly sat up, looking over. "Your name is Ralph?" You looked at the android, seemingly a gardener by his posture and clothing. He nodded, turning to you with the knife and bird. He sat down beside you, holding out he bird. "Ralph cooked it!" He smiled.
    You sighed, smiling softly to hide the disgust of seeing a whole bird cooked. "Can you cut it? Remove the head, feet, and wings..." You spoke quietly. The android placed it on the table, removing the said parts, looking over as he pulled the head away, pulling a decent part of the oesophagus and lungs with. You turned away, it wasn't bleeding, but.. it was gross. Ralph looked at the bird, knowing to pull out the rest of its organs. He set the knife down, using three fingers to remove all of these things. He pushed them away, wiping his hands off on his jacket. He turned back, smiling. "Ralph made the food for girl! Good food!" He held it back our for you, and you took it. You pulled pieces of it off, chewing at the slightly over cooked meat. "Thank you, Ralph. Erm, my name is [__], not 'girl' or 'dandelion.'"
Ralph nodded to you, smiling again. He was clearly happy you were eating, all jumpy. "Dandelion." He giggled.
You sighed, he was clearly damaged, but... so were you. You could relate to him, maybe that was why he helped.