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this chapter will be "Backstory"

Slang:

cold coffee = Bad Luck

       "Uwhahhh!- Uwahh-" the cries of a newborn can be heard in the operating room. A baby boy was born. It was October 18, 1905, and Mrs. Adams had just finished giving birth to her first child, a small baby boy. "What shall we name him Pearl?" Mr. Adams asked his wife, "Let's name him (Name), Darren." Mrs. Adams replied. "(Name) Adams has a nice ring to it, doesn't it?" he smiled lovingly at his wife. The nurse with them nodded and wrote down '(Name) Adams' on the birth certificate and left the room to officiate it. "You think Arloo will like 'im?" questioned Darren, referring to their Norweigan Elkhound pup. "I'm sure they'll get along lovely, don't worry love, there won't be any cold coffee with the way we shall raise him," Pearl said, holding her husband's hand in her own. Darren merely smiles at Pearl and pecks her cheek. "Would you two like to see your child?" asked the nurse. Both of the parents nodded softly, wanting to see their newborn. The nurse nods and leaves the room for a few moments before coming back in with a bundled blanket. The nurse hands this 'bundle' which turns out to be their son, to the mother. "Honey, He's so..." Pearl trailed off, tearing up at the sight of her own child "Small" Darren finished for her, almost breaking down, then and there. "Hey, there love," Pearl cooed toward the small child in her arms, and in return, the little one tried to hold on to her finger, cooing happily, blubbering nonsense. "C-Can I hold him?" Darren asked, eyes glazed with tears at the beautiful sight before him, his wife smiling gently down at his child, handling him like he was a fragile piece of glass. "Of course" Pearl replied, gently handing Darren (Name). Darren cried at how beautiful his new child was. "Hey buddy, I'm your dad..!" He said shakily, not wanting to scare the small child who only wiped the tears off his father's face and smiled happily. Darren sat beside Pearl who was also crying. "He's wonderful," they said together. Pearl and Darren kissed, only to hear the upset sounds of (Name) wanting love as well. The parents chuckle as they take turns showering this small child with love.

          A few years had passed and (Name) is now seven and growing healthy, however, not many of his neighbors wanted to play with him. Why? He was known as 'pest control', he was once found to have killed a squirrel. When questioned, he didn't know why he just did it without thinking. The poor child was always targeted for bullying for his weird tendencies. But never the less, now and then, he would come home bloodied, with his, or some animal he got rid of to feed Arloo. Arloo was a Norweigan Elkhound and would normally sniff squirrels blood off (Name) every time he came home with one, and the look on the small (Hair.Col.) haired boys face gave chills to even his parent's. His parent's had him exorcised but they found nothing wrong with the boy, so they went to the doctors, he came up with DID, that explained why he tends to come home with an eerie smile on his normally cute features. Nothing special happens during this time of his life, so let us skip on to his adult life!

1929

        Now, he worked during the prohibition era as a bartender for one of many speakeasies. Now as a speakeasy, you were sworn to secrecy, but it wasn't too hard for him to keep his mouth shut, for he was allowed a little bit of alcohol during breaks to keep him going.

The next Chapter will be when he meets Alastor, just wanted to give a bit of backstory.

Update! To new readers, apologies for how unnatural the conversation his parents have. I honestly tried my best to do research on the slang, but damn was that hard to do. Barely anything useful.