H&S: Story Of Dorothy Oneshots

BOY MEETS GIRL/STORY OF SUE AU

Sue sighed quietly, exhaling a long breath through his nose. If anyone had have heard it, they would've thought nothing of it, unaware of the troubles plaguing the child’s mind. He wasn't one to express boredom or agitation, or much of any negative emotion, very clearly, and he definitely wasn't one to voice his complaints, so he was hard to read. His soft gaze blankly traveled over the pages of a good book opened on his lap that was meant for audiences three times his age. He was sitting on the lush, velvety covers draped over his large bed inside his bedroom, cross-legged with a hand propping up his left cheek. Messy locks of silky ebony hair curled around his face, his skin was beautifully pale like a porcelain doll’s and his eyes were a similar hue as tea, the irises seemed to dully glow like lovely brown gemstones embedded in his skull. He was dressed in a maroon blazer, underneath it a white button-down shirt with a thin ribbon tied into a bow around the collar, shorts that matched his blazer, and finally shin-high socks with simple black shoes.

Sue was a rich boy, living in luxury since birth. He had a great life, he lived in a several-storey Victorian mansion isolated a bit from the rest of the village his family moved into not so long ago. His parents who adopted him many years prior, a redheaded sweet woman named Maria and a stern yet kind brunette man named George, made it clear they loved him everyday, although they didn't always have a lot of time for him. Servants and maids were members of his family as well, they treated him like a prince and smiled a little brighter when he was around, always complimenting him on how mature and gentleman-like he was. But there was one thing missing in Sue’s life, and that was a friend. Even though he acted far older than he was most of the time, he was still very young and wanted someone to play games with, a boy or a girl that wouldn't care if he was rich or not and didn't assume he was a spoiled brat as soon as they saw him. There was no children living in the village, only adults, and that was a very big problem.

Sue’s thoughts on his loneliness were instantly cut off as he faintly heard a light, dainty, girlish giggle, and cast his gaze to the mysterious door in the corner of his room, unsettled and curious by the sudden noise. Finally deciding he wanted to investigate, he gently placed the book he was reading down, pulled out a key from inside the pocket of his blazer, and unlocked the entryway that lead to the sewers. When they first moved here, it was locked and even his parents didn't know where it lead, but told him it shouldn't be a concern. After two days of searching, Sue discovered a silver key forgotten in one of the storage rooms, coated in dust and a bit of grime. He wanted to wait for the right moment for this little adventure, to see where the door lead, but he must've forgotten for a little while, lost in his fantasies and literature.

Sue took one look at the deep darkness that awaited him and immediately set off to retrieve one of the wax candles decorating the halls. Source of illumination in hand, he slowly descended the staircase, an orb of flickering yellow glow encasing his body, came onto a landing, before descending another set of stone steps. The stone floor and walls were cracked, caked in dirt and dust along with old cobwebs. He saw a rusted door that looked like it belonged to a prison cell and opened it, coming out into a corridor with puddles of green, thick slime. Everything was dreary and dark. It looked like he'd tread into the sewers, spiders and insects of different varieties skittered around without a care. It was deafeningly silent for a few moments, to the extent he could hear his heart thump in his chest rhythmically, like the steady beat of a drum.

That's when another laugh tickled his ears, echoing from nearby as if luring him towards it. Another noise, less audible, lay underneath it, and he wondered if that extra noise was part of his imagination. It slowly grew in volume as he continued his little adventure.

Sue’s breath hitched as his mind conjured up monsters that could possibly be making the giggles, mimicking a little girl to draw him into their trap, but he brushed those thoughts away, into the back of his mind, knowing it was fiction. He was almost ashamed to jump to such far fetched conclusions, as he knew all those bedtime stories told to frighten children like him weren't real. Sue found another corridor adjacent to that one, and trekked through it, hearing a solitary dripping sound somewhere with only inches of light to guide his way. The heels of his shoes clicked with each step, and he curiously observed every detail of his surroundings. Did anyone else know of this place?