Random Oc Stories

Where's My Family?

"He's speaking with an important client at the moment. You have to wait."

"I have time."

The large cat stared at the smiling lunatic in front of him before slowly backing back behind the door with a click. She simply giggled and tilted backwards until she resembled someone laying on their back in mid air. She wasn't lying when she saidshe had all the time in the world, but to be honest, she'd rather see what the old snake wanted her to do THIS time. Hunt down someone that owed him money? Kill one of his many enemies? Or maybe a spell or two? She would admit this deal was one of her better ones. It never got boring with the Don. Who knows what'll happen next?

And what did she get in return? Simple. 24/7 protection, 3 meals a day, personal tutoring, and any other luxery desired.

.....Oh. Not for her. For her little brother.

She had no want or need for these things, and she hated staying in one place for so long. It usually got dull. But caring for a child while traveling wasn't a very good idea. Too many dangers, not enough good outcomes. Especially with her. Which is why Safe Haven's underground was the best choice for the child....And speaking of him-

Her eyes snapped open and her ears twitched at the familiar sound of small feet scampering on a wood floor.She chuckled to herself. Looks like a little someone found out she was here.

"Mmhmhmhm. Pitter patter. I wonder who could be making all that clatter.~"

It seemed that the footsteps sped up at her voice, they came to a stop in front of the doorway, and she giggled more.

"I was wondering when you would show up.~ How's my little bugger?~"

A small pause.

".......Q-Queeny."

As if on instint, she snapped around at the unease in that voice. The smaller child didn't even flinch at her next actions.

"Hannibal, sweetie." Her advancing form stretched down to stare at his face. "Is that a bruise on your face?"

"I fall down." He hiccuped and made a failed attempt to wipe at the black tears on his face, which only smeared black on his face more. "It hurt."

She mentally relaxed and did what she usually did when her little brother was upset. She smiled and held out her arms expecting him to run into them. She knew how he could trip over those large wings of his. She waited but he didn't come. Instead, Hannibal stood there. Looking up at her. Shaking.

".......Sweetheart." Her smile strained a little. "Are you sure there's nothing you might want to say?"

Hannibal continued to stare at her, his little body shaking. The large wings coming around to cover most of his body from her view. "Please.....no mad."

She flinched. "Now why would I be angry at you?" She floated down until her stomach almost touched the floor. "Is there something I should know about?"

"I-I....M-Mr. Ribbon said....M-My.....my.." His eyes started flowing black tears again and a whine escaped his throat before began to ball. "I want my mama!"

Her smile faded until it was barely visible, but she managed to give a dry chuckle and ask, "E-Excuse me?"

"Mr. R-Ribbon said Daddy doesn't love me!" He raised his small hand to wipe at his face only to smear it further.

Queeny stared at the balling toddler before her as Hannibal was reduced to a crying, shaking mess.......Well, sh*t. She was used to Hanny asking her questions, but hadn't really been expecting these kinds of questions for at least a couple more years. Her surprise was short lived however when he suddenly thrusted his arms out to her. Automatically, she picked him up and held him against her while summoning her barely used legs to set him in her lap. He buried himself into her stomach, staining her white suit with black tears and snot, but she didn't care.

She cooed and gave a few comforting pats. "Now that's a silly thing to say. Especially since you don't hav-"

"But....Daddy l-loves you." She froze. He pushed away from her stomach to look at her. "Why don't he love me?"

..........She blinked. And blinked again......And did something she wasn't used to doing.....She actually frowned.

"You....think that my father...is your daddy?"

He didn't seem to understand as he stared at her with shaking breath and a black smeared face.

"S-Sweetheart. You may be my brother, but Alastor is not your father. Like Mimzy is not my real mother....No matter how much I would've liked it. Do you understand?"

"No."

She didn't expect him to. How are you supposed to explain to a four year old that he was an accident created by a power hungry scientist?

"Well....Do you remember that human movie Pinochio we watched?" He nodded. "And you remember how the toymaker made Pinochio and the nice fairy brought him to life?" He nodded again. "Well, that's kinda how you were born. By a man who toyed around and a kind lady who volunteered her life support."

He tilted his head. "So....I puppet."

"Hehehe. No silly." Her smile returned. "You're here the same way he was. By chance. So trust me when I say you are very much loved."

.....He slowly smiled.

"There's that handsome smile!~"

He giggled but both were interrupted by the sound of the door reopening behind them and the same cat stuck his head out again.

"He will see you now."

"......Tell him I'll be a moment. Hanny needs to be cleaned up.......And tell him I want a word with his brother."