White︱BenEarth AU

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A boy.

Around the age of seven.

Raven hair.

Pale skin.

Brown, almost black eyes.

He stood in front of a large, brown door, under a pouring rain. He was already a big boy, but he was holding a stuffed animal, an owl. It made him feel safe.

He was alone, left alone.

Someone brought him here, but he didn't remember who. He didn't remember anything.

The door in front of him opened, showing a blonde woman, dressed in a white coat. She reached her hand down for him to take. 

He didn't deny it, and grasped her hand. Her palm was cold, but it was dry and somehow welcoming.

The boy followed the woman along the long hallway of dimly lit lanterns, bringing a little light to the gloom of the rain that pounded the windows next to him. 

They didn't say a word to each other, making the poor boy bite down to his stuffie. The silence made him anxious.

Unsafe.

The woman opened a white door, and gestured the boy to walk inside a room.

He did, cautiously. 

He was met with a bland room. A huge window on the right side of the room, white walls and a plain bed on the back wall. A white closet stood tall next to a white door, that he only imagined to be the room to a bathroom of some sort.

The boy turned around to look at the woman in question. The blonde woman handed him a pile of white clothing, and shooed him inside, closing the door.

He blinked in confusion and gulped.

It was dark.

He looked around and waddled to the bed. He changed his clothes, since the clothes he had worn were soaked. He sat cross-legged on the bed and ran his eyes around the room, inspecting every corner.

His eyes landed on the large window.

It was so dark outside, that he couldn't see anything but black.

His head started hurting a little, making him squint his eyes while staring at the window. 

His vision started spinning, blurring out.

He jumped up from the bed, and almost fell because the whole world spun around. 

He made his way to the window and grasped onto the thick white curtain, trying to block the window, but the thick fabric wouldn't budge.

He tried and tried, but nothing happened. 

His hands started shaking. He felt so anxious, he felt like he wasn't alone in that room.

With that, a scratch screeched over the glass of the window, making the poor boy hold his ears.

Little Earth was scared.

Earth tried avoiding to gaze at the window, but he needed to see.

He needed to see what was making that god awful noise.

A figure started appearing behind the window the longer he looked at it.

Earth's eyes widened to the size of dinner plates, as he stared straight into this creature's eyes.

White pupils, black eyes otherwise. A pointy, long nose, long arms and messy black hair. The creature was at least three meters tall, black and white clothing. Its skin was pure white, like the paleness of the clothes he just changed into.

Earth wanted to scream. 

He wanted to yell for help, but even if he tried, his mouth stayed shut.

He felt something prickling up his throat, burning his insides, tasting bitter. His eyes were glued to the monster, who raised its clawed hand onto the window, and tapped one of its nails onto the glass, its grin growing wide.

Its teeth were sharp as blades, dripping some yellow substance, burning the windowsill. 

The nail went over the glass, creating that ear piercing sound again, drawing a large circle for it to climb in and take him.

It was going to take him.

He was going to die.

Once this dawned on him, he finally let out a loud scream, tears flowing down from his eyes as he yelled non-stop, trying to make the creature leave him alone. 

But it didn't.

. . . 

Earth woke up with tears staining his cheeks.

He remembered.

He remembered his past.

How did he ever forget something like that?

How did he forget his schizophrenia?

How did he forget the reason he was here?

How did he?

How could he?