Him

well hey! this is really short and really bad, but please bear with me its my first fic. you can find me on ao3 at rxttenk1d! my tumblr is peachmilkandicecream

- AN

Skittery hated home, with a dead beat drunk mom babbling about witchcraft and monsters, drinking away the money. Hated home where all the creatures lived, telling him kill her kill her kill her it will make everything better just kill her

He hated school, where all the children pointed at him behind his back- he heard the whispers as well- look at the freak he's always screaming in class about something trying to come and hurt him he's so scary- and he hated it.

He hated this- this disgusting fucking world. And he hated how fast it made him grow up. He was 12, only 12, and yet he knew how to pay taxes and cook food and take care of his mother and he knew how being drunk felt and how bad a hangover fucked you up in the morning and he knew swear words and how to mend a broken arm and how to stitch up a gash because they had no money to pay for a hospital bill.

Their house was a tiny one bedroom apartment in the bad side of town high up up up above the houses, with a tiny balcony and a mattress where skittery slept, always watching the streets below him, the police sirens distant wails singing him to sleep at night.

Everything was shit until he met him- him, with ebony hair and dark eyes, him with reassuring words. Him, with a voice that made angels weep, and a body that was from the gods. He was elegant and kind, sweet talking and gorgeous, and skittery was in love.

His name was bumlets and he was 10 inches shorter than skittery. He has come into the class- a transfer from somewhere out of state, and sat next to skittery. He tried to talk to skittery, and skittery ignored him, knowing that he will soon disappear into the fog of class mates like everyone else.

Yet he persisted

Second period he started screaming about the creatures in the darkness- in his mind- coming, and he was forced out of the classroom and crying as arms protruded from the black, inkyness, grabbing his arms and shoulders and everything was there- there- and then bumlets- this boy he had only known for a few hours- had wrapped his arms around him and told him that he was here, there was nothing that was going to hurt him. That he would protect him till the day they both die.

They were inseparable since.