Creepypasta x Male OC

Prologue

A boy enters the gas station shop, practically skin and bones. Nobody seems to know him even though he is a regular. A mop of light blue hair rests upon his head covering his eyes. He looks so small and feminine, maybe are 12 by his looks but his movements are too experienced with pain. Grabbing a bottle of apple juice and a small bag of doritos he makes his way to the cashier. He pulls out some small random bills, like the ones you would normally find in a wallet. A man, much older, could be a father even stands behind him in line, shamelessly eyeing the boy up. The man clears his throat making the mysterious blue haired boy have a full body flinch. The elder one places his hand on the boys shoulder grunting, "hey kid looking for some money?" he ask his dark eyes gleaming preditoraly. The boy in question stays silent but pays and takes the man's calloused hand leading him out of the gas station. The man in turn grins perversely as the no older than a child leads him to an alleyway, not noticing a dark shadow following the two. Quickly the man glances around seeing nobody in his sight before roughly pining the bluette to the brink wall. Letting out a small gasp of breath and dropping his little food the boy does nothing to stop the hand tracing his boney hips. Suddenly, there's a gunshot and the man falls to the ground lead in his head, the boy quickly curls into a fetal position covering his ears. A chuckle is heard as a young man in his 20s comes out of the shadows watching the boy uncover his ears and slowly start to search for the dead man's wallet. The boy doesnt look up as footsteps approach him, counting money, the new man smirks, "i saved your ass kid, the least you could do is thank me, we both know he was going to kill you after fucking you." the boy shrugs seemingly not minding that fact. The man falters at the boys reaction, but quickly comes back up, "i can offer you a job, a much better paying one in fact" he smirks resting his hand on the boys skinny waist. "You see, i'm a well paying journalist, and if you work for me, you'll get shelter, food and maybe even an allowance if you an extra good boy..." he trails off. The boy still doesn't speak or look up, but simply does nothing. The man takes it as a yes and meets no resistance as he leads the boy to his expensive car, getting in the boy looks around seemingly since his eyes had yet to be shown. Sitting in the driver seat next to the bluette, the man puts the key into the ignition, the car starts loudly making the boy flinch. Getting to the man's rather large house for one person, the boy slowly get out of the car glancing up from underneath his fluffy but dirty blue hair. A small 'wow' noise is heard and the man grins taking the boys skinny hand leading him to the mansion. Flipping on the lights casually the man shows the boy around. After a while the man stops, "fuck, i must of forgotten to say my name, its lucas." Lucas turns to the boy, "what's your name kid?" the boy in return shrugs not answering. Lucas smirks grabbing hold of the others thin chin forcing his hair covered eyes to meet the mans grey ones. "I'll just call you my little slut~ because that what you just are, aren't you?" receiving no answer as usual, the man lets go leading him into the life of hell he'll withstand for an another year.