The last thing Shulk remembered was reaching up and trying to grab the red sword. His parents told him that it was important that they find it because it would save all of the Homs. If the sword would save all Homs, then he just needed to grab it and bring it to his parents. No matter how hard he shook them, when they laid down to sleep they wouldn’t wake up. Surely, the sword could fix them.
Maybe Shulk had actually touched the sword and it decided to help him instead. That could be why he woke up in this strange city, his pockets full of weird objects he didn’t know the purpose of. Still, this wasn’t what he had wanted. He needed to find the red sword and bring it back to his parents wherever they were. He took off through the city until he reached a place filled with towers, similar enough to the one his parents were in. Almost every door he tried was locked so he kept walking down and down until finally he found an unlocked building.
The building wasn’t tall, but the door to the tower had also been unlocked, so Shulk figured this was as good a place to start looking as any and started digging though the crates of metal parts, pushing one out of a box carelessly.
He started when he heard someone speak behind him. Trying to spin around quickly on his short legs, he dropped another metal part he’d been holding in favor of pinwheeling his arms to keep his balance.
“Sorry! I didn’t know I wasn’t allowed.” He looked straight at the man, worried he was about to get into trouble again.
“My mom says she can’t leave me with anyone and I’m always getting into trouble, but I didn’t mean it!” At the mention of his mom, his vision started to blur and he scrubbed at his eyes with his sleeves. “But I’m looking for something very important!” It was embarrassing, but his voice was breaking now with him getting more upset as he continued.
“I need to bring it back to my parents, b-but I don’t know where it is, or where they are, or- or where I am!”
“Whoa, whoa, no,” finally getting his handgun back in its holster safely, he pulled down his shirt to hide the thing and held up both of his hands in front of him, palms out to show he wasn’t gonna hurt the kid. Man, he had experience with kids, but even she wasn’t so skittish as this kid. Though, you couldn’t blame the kid at all - some rough looking guy accidentally, if briefly, pulls a gun on you and you’re one step away from a bad situation.
Hell, even if he hadn’t seen it, the boy was young, and Scott wasn’t the friendliest looking person he could have run into, in this less than friendly place.
“You just scared me that’s all. And this ain’t a place for kids - there are dangerous people around here.” And he was one of them, although not as far as this kid would be concerned. He may be some kind of scum who kicked the shit out of people for money, but he wasn’t that much of an asshole. “Don’t worry, I’m always getting into trouble, too. So no big deal kid, honest.”
“You wanna describe this really important thing to me?” Hopefully some kind of brightly colored toy they could find and get the hell out of here, job or no. “And then we can go find your parents. If we all got dragged here, they could be here too.” Likely not, given what little he had been able to put together, but this really was no place for a kid.
“What’s your name? Mine’s Scott.”