I Don't Know, I'm Just A Kid

1: Locker Baby

Darkness surrounded the poor boy as he was stuck, unable to move nor speak. How badly he wanted to just scream for help, to scream for anyone to come and save him from this unnatural prison of his.

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A knock on the door awoke him.

"Marington-? Hey, I made breakfast if ya wanna come down and eat."

The small male opened his eyes calmly to not disturb the person at his doorframe as he sat up. Cidar looked at him with their usual caring eyes of lime green. It was definitely a "unique" color for eyes but nothing else about them was any better.

"I'll be there in a second..", Marington explained tiredly, rubbing the drowsiness from his eyes as his stuffed toy sat by him.

With a simple nod of understanding, Cidar walked off as they shut the door behind them. He let out a sigh as he laid back down onto his bed. His cat, Annie, making her way over as she flicked her tail here and there. Marington's annoyed expression made her immediately know what happened, letting out a small mew.

"...There's no point in talking about it. It's just a dumb dream anyways..", the kid mumbled, not exactly talking to himself but to the cat.

The black and white cat of his replied with another mew, in a mocking tone in his mind.

"..Shut up-....", embarrassment filled his eyes as his temper grew.

Grabbing Maurice, his bat plushie, he finally got out of bed and headed out of his cozy room. As soon as he got downstairs, he was greeted by George at the table, already eating. Although he didn't really greet him, more like just glanced at him to show he knew of his existence. Cidar, on the other hand, walked over from the kitchen with a smile.

"You're food's right there.", they explained as they gestured to the steaming plate of beautifully cooked bacon, eggs, and buttered pancakes with a nearby bottle of maple syrup waiting for the boy.

Marington was sure as hell hungry, which led him to hurry over to his seat and start eating. He watched as the sticky syrup poured from the bottle onto his fluffiness cooked to perfection.

"Good, God- And I thought I was a fat ass-", George teased as he continued to eat his share of food.

Cidar smacked the back of his head as they gave an irritated look towards their dear friend.

George winced, holding where Cidar hit him in pain, "Hey- You know better than to hit a disabled person."

"And you know better than to insult a kid.", Cidar retorted as they went back into the kitchen and over to the sink, washing their hands.

Marington watched silently as he ate, seeing the two bicker was entertaining most times but today he wasn't feeling it. Now he was just picking at his food.

"See, now he isn't eating."

"I didn't do jack shit, I was only messing with him. What? You want me to get on my knees and praise him like some god-?", George snapped.

The boy thought for a moment. That would be nice.

"What're you looking at-?", George snapped again, this time towards Marington.

He realizes he was staring at him, responding with a shy, "Sorry.."

Cidar only sighs, "I still don't understand why you dislike kids so much. They literally don't do anything to you if you treat em right."

George scoffs, "They're like little gremlins, why else?"

He was uncomfortable now, quickly finishing what he could of his breakfast and "accidentally" dropping some on the floor for Annie to snack on. He did it all without the other two seeing of course, otherwise he knew George would say some remark. He hated how soft he put himself out to be but it's the only way to keep himself out of suspicion.

After putting his dishes into the sink, he hurried back upstairs and into his room with Maurice. Annie was still finishing up her meal which was why he kept his door open for her.

Soon enough, she waltzed in as Marington closed the door behind her.

Annie was the last thing he was thinking about though as he began to eye the massive book he hid under his mattress. The boy walked over, Maurice still in his hand, lifting the mattress slightly but just enough to get the book out. It's cover was made of black dyed leather with an obsidian emblem of some sort on the front. It had that ancient look to it yet it still looked some what brand new.

It's aura had other things planned though, it having that dark and sinister feeling when you're touching it or even just being around it.

The reason why it didn't affect Marington was because he was around other things with the same aura so much that it didn't bother him. He simply just got used to it over time.

The dual colored cat was interested in the book though, trying to take a peek as the teal eyed boy flipped through it's pages. It was written in Latin, having different rituals or spells written down or drawn in diagrams. You could even find hexes or curses.

A mew came from the cat, questioning the boy.

"I'm still trying to find a way to soften George around me. If anyone's gonna ruin it, it's gonna be him.", he explained as he continued to flip through yellowed pages, "Though he could easily be taken out due to his leg. But we'll have to get Cidar away to be able to get to him."

His voice was obviously hushed, this was supposed to be a secret anyways. He took a deep breath, he shouldn't be so outwardly like this though.

The cat mewed again.

"No more talking about it. You're gonna get us caught."

George stopped outside the door, his room was a little further than Marington's but he heard him talking to someone.

"Is he talking to the damn cat-?", he mumbled to himself as he listened, eventually knocking instead of going with his original idea of just barging in, "Who're you even talking to-?"

"Maurice.", the boy calmly replied.

Even though he couldn't see it, the blonde had an unamused expression plastered on his face, "Uh huh. Whatever you say weirdo."

He limped off with his leg brace, finally heading to his own room.

Only once the navy blue haired boy heard the door close did he let out the breath he was secretly holding in.