Stargazer (Steven X Reader)

Chapter 1 - Swings

Characters from the games and creepypastas in this book do not belong to me. This story will have blood, profanity at times, and as I continue writing it there may be more warnings.

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"What happens when a child goes missing? A lot of the time, they're found. Maybe they wandered outside, or got left behind by a neglectful parent.
Sometimes though, they aren't found. The news flooded with scrappy photos and a poor description of what the missing child was wearing, only to never return to society again.
Sometimes corpses or just the clothes are found years later, other times the child is never heard from again.
A lot of things can happen when a child goes missing. And a lot of reasons can explain why.
From trafficking to just forgetting the kid, or maybe them running away, the possibilities have no bounds...."
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Ten years ago...
It was a hot summer day, the smell of mildew filling the crisp air, as (Name) —only 8 years old at the time— sat on the swings at the local park. He/she had only recently perfected his/her technique to swing on his/her own, but always had loved the swings even before that.
Going up and down over and over again; the galaxy itself felt more in reach —the little stars which would light up the sky a few hours later: just out of reach.
Eventually though, it was time to go home. (Name)'s parents called him/her over, and they all walked together hand in hand. (Name) in the middle, holding one of his/her parent's hands in each of his/her own.
Things were peaceful. A loving family, a good school with plenty of friends, and no worries about food or shelter.
When they got home, (name) ran to the couch to go watch cartoons, while his/her parents worked together to make food. Since (name) was a picky child, he/she got frozen chicken nuggets —which were warmed up in the oven— and some grapes because having either a fruit or a vegetable is important.
(Name)'s parents made chicken cordon bleu for themselves in the oven. Of course, not from scratch. Everything that was being eaten tonight was from a box, premade and sold at the grocery store.
Long after dinner, and after (name)'s parents had tucked him/her in bed and said goodnights, (name) found himself/herself wide awake. Slowly, he/she climbed out of bed, changing into a jacket, pants, and socks. As he/she left his/her room quietly, he/she snuck to the front door and put on his/her shoes.
Silently, he/she creaked open the door, tiptoeing out and locking it behind him/her just like he/she was taught to. Now outside, (name) started to walk back to the park under the cover of the night.
He/she knew sneaking out was bad, that it wasn't safe, but it was only one time. What's the harm in going out just this once?
When he/she got to the park, he/she immediately started to head to the swings. Only to stop dead in his/her tracks upon seeing someone else on one of the swings. Too dark to make out their features, all (name) could tell was that the person was small like him/her —so not an adult— and they had hair that went down to the middle of their back.
The person looked up, hearing (name)'s footsteps. The dim lighting from the single streetlight reflecting the rosy red irises in the person's eyes. (Name) stared, blissfully unaware that staring at a stranger is rude and weird because of his/her age.
"Uhm.." the person said nervously, now hiding their face from (name) some.
"Sorry," (name) finally realized, and stopped staring. He/she sat down in the playground mulch.
"Why are you at the park so late?" The person asked bluntly.
"Because I wanted to swing on the swings at try to grab the stars," (name) pouted. "What about you?"
"I wanted to look at the stars too. I think they're pretty."
"Yeah," he/she smiled.
The person gestured to the swing next to them. "Want to watch them together?"
"Ok!" (Name) got up out the mulch, brushing it off of him/her, and sat on the swing next to the person. He/she looked at the person again, getting a better view of their hair now. "You have really long hair for a boy, or do you just have a boy-ey voice?"
"The first one-" he replied quietly.
The two continued to talk, rambling about the stars and about random little things. Eventually, both laughed a little, making small jokes and such. And then (name) remembered that he/she had to go home.
"My mom and dad won't be happy if they knew I left the house at night," he/she said reluctantly.
"Oh... well.. at least take this! You can give it back to me when you next see me," the boy said, handing (name) a small gaming console with a red cartridge inside.
"What is it?" (Name) asked, looking at it.
"It's my GameBoy, silly."
"Ooo, I'll make sure to take good care of it!" (Name) put the device into his/her jacket's inside pocket. "Let's play again another day!!"
"Right!" He sounded happy, waving (name) a goodbye as he/she left.
Only once (name) was far enough from the park did he/she realize he/she never got the boy's name. In a moment of indecision, he/she ran back to the park. Hoping he would be there so she could ask. But the park was now empty, and (name) turned around to go home.
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"...Not all kids are reported missing though. Some just disappear and get forgotten. Others are gone just long enough that no one even notices that they were gone to begin with," the documentary finished, the bell ringing and all the kids leaving the classroom.
"Tom, Whitney, wait up," (name) weaseled his/her way through the crowd and joined his/her two friends as they walked to the school cafeteria to go get lunch. Unaware of what his/her next class held...
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1001 words!!

A/N: This is a timeline without Daisy Oak!!

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