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"I’ve done a lot." ~mutedchild for Ichi
@mutedchild
“…is that a good thing or a bad thing?” Ichimatsu raised a curious brow as he stared at the child.
"A bad thing..." Osomatsu had met the man once and had seen him again and felt compelled to talk. "N-now I'm gonna leave and do bad things again..."
mutedchild:
Osomatsu was about to get to the front when he was suddenly grabbed and yanked from the building. Instantly he was panicking, trying to make sense of what just happened. For a moment it was fear, but then he realized that there wasn’t much worse than his current situation, and that he could take some random idiot who wanted to–
He stopped when he was set down, obviously geared to fight by the way he tensed and the look in his eyes, though it softened when he got a look at the other male. The child didn’t know what to say– honestly he had kind of given up on seeing any of them again, so it was a whiplash to see him, right here, so suddenly. The child started tearing up himself and backed up, as though worried suddenly.
He didn’t know what to do.
“W-w-wait–” Ichimatsu carefully held his hands up, in an attempt to calm the younger male. “O… Osomatsu. I-I’ve been searching for you everywhere, we all have been. Haha and Chichi have been worried sick. We all miss you so much…” He stopped for a second and frowned, his eyes scanning over the child closely.
…were… those bruises…? Yep, he could see some of them. They looked pretty fresh, too. Who could have done this to a kid? And why…? Ichimatsu’s expression shifted to one of anger, though the anger wasn’t directed toward Osomatsu. He sucked in a deep breath and gritted his teeth. “Osomatsu… who did this to you?”
He knew they missed him, or, he hoped they did anyways. He had missed them. He hated being away from his family, though it wasn’t like it was the youngest’s fault there. He had no intentions of up and leaving them... if he had a choice in the matter anyways. Though, in this case he really hadn’t. They couldn’t blame him, right?
When the elder looked angry the younger took one more step back, finding his words choking off. It always happened anymore when he got nervous, he just couldn’t talk at all. So instead of answering him he just stared with an uncomfortable expression before finally looking down at his shoes, hugging himself. Wasn’t like the bruises were the worst thing to happen to him.
mutedchild:
@trashborn
It’s late outside, but that doesn’t bug Osomatsu too much. He has gotten used to later nights over the past year. The boy huffed and hefted his bag over his shoulder again, going to get food for himself with a handful of crumpled up money that he really didn’t want to know where it came from.
He walked into some random fast food joint and got in the line of people there. He didn’t even notice the familiar face entering the place, looking down at the money, trying to count it and decide before he got to the front of the line.
No. No, Ichimatsu had to be dreaming, because what he was seeing couldn’t be real. The third eldest figured his youngest brother was dead… he’d been searching for him for a while, and he didn’t want to give up hope. Seeing the child out here, at night, was… worrisome. Shock filled his eyes as he watched, trying to think of the next course of action to take.
…without another second to spare, he darted forward and grabbed his brother, lifting him up and over. He ran off, heading outside the building, not bothering to place him down until both were out the door. He set him down gently and placed his hands first onto Osomatsu’s shoulders, and then placed them onto the younger’s face. Oh… oh god, he was real. This was real…
His mouth opened to speak, but all that came out was a broken sob.
Osomatsu was about to get to the front when he was suddenly grabbed and yanked from the building. Instantly he was panicking, trying to make sense of what just happened. For a moment it was fear, but then he realized that there wasn’t much worse than his current situation, and that he could take some random idiot who wanted to--
He stopped when he was set down, obviously geared to fight by the way he tensed and the look in his eyes, though it softened when he got a look at the other male. The child didn’t know what to say-- honestly he had kind of given up on seeing any of them again, so it was a whiplash to see him, right here, so suddenly. The child started tearing up himself and backed up, as though worried suddenly.
He didn’t know what to do.
@trashborn
It’s late outside, but that doesn’t bug Osomatsu too much. He has gotten used to later nights over the past year. The boy huffed and hefted his bag over his shoulder again, going to get food for himself with a handful of crumpled up money that he really didn’t want to know where it came from.
He walked into some random fast food joint and got in the line of people there. He didn’t even notice the familiar face entering the place, looking down at the money, trying to count it and decide before he got to the front of the line.
He is sad thinking about Father’s Day...
rescued/escaped hostage starter sentences
“Calm down, calm down. It’s me! You’re not where you think you are, you’re safe with me at home.” “You need to snap out of it, it’s a flashback. Nobody is going to hurt you anymore, trust me!” “Help! I need help! Call the police, please. Help me! Don’t let him/her find me! I escaped, but he/she’s after me!” “Listen, listen. You are going to be okay. He/she is locked away for good, alright?” ”It’s a very strange idea that someone will spend the rest of their life in prison because of what they did to me.” ”I don’t want her/him to go to prison. She/he did it because she/he loved me.” “Can you please tell me what happened while you were… gone?” ”I never stopped thinking about you.” ”The police told me it would be best to assume you were dead, because of what might be happening to you otherwise… But I could never convince myself.” “We kept your bedroom the way it always was… I understand if you’d want it changed, but I want you to know that we never lost hope that you’d come back home.” “Is that– Is that really you? Oh my god! I can’t believe it’s you!” “How do you feel after your first night home?” “The police will need to ask you about what happened… but maybe you want to tell us first? You haven’t said a thing since we got you back!” “We have imagined the worst things that could have happened to you. Please just tell us so we can try to move on and help you.” “Shh, it was a nightmare. You’re in your own bedroom.” “If you want to start living your old life, you’re going to have to start putting what happened to you behind you.” “I can never be who I used to be! I was gone for years! And you expect me to go through some therapy and have my old life back?! That’s never going to happen!” ”Were you scared all the time? Or… or did you get used to it?” ”I’m not even sure what I’d rather hear, that you were always afraid or that you actually liked it there.” “Nothing happened. I just ran away. I was sick of being here. I just made it up to sound interesting.” “Will you please come out of your bedroom… I know you’re probably not comfortable with the amount of space after what you’re used to, but please try…” “I’m here for you. I’ll keep you safe. I’m not going to lose you a second time.” “Shh, it’s okay! It’s normal to have flashbacks, but you have to try to focus on me now.” “You can’t go back there! Are you insane? Why do you want to?!”
;; wishlist
Someone who ain’t Tougou adopting Oso and just. Protect this tiny bean
I kinda wanna do something almost Reverse Age AU in nature where the other Matsus are older (at least by a little bit) and Oso is their youngest brother
A few AUs and the likes– like vampire au or monster au or something. Just. Inhuman son
I lowkey want to do something with Oso ending up in a hospital for some reason and someone recognizing him?? Idk
abusive relationship starters
tw: abuse mention
“ what happened to your face? ”
“ is that a bruise? ”
“ i’m not covering this up for you anymore, you need to tell someone. ”
“ he/she didn’t mean to… ”
“ it was my fault really… ”
“ i deserved it. ”
“ so are you going to tell me what really happened? ”
“ you can do so much better… you don’t deserve this. ”
“ of course he/she didn’t hit me… i fell, that’s all”
“ that doesn’t look like an accident.”
“ how can you stay with her/him after all this? ”
“ i’ve tried to leave him/her… it doesn’t work. ”
“ i don’t want you getting in the middle of this, it’s not fair to you.”
“ how can you stay with someone who does this to you? ”
“ this is not a healthy relationship! ”
“ he/she promised never to do it again. ”
“ do you honestly believe he/she will never do it again? ”
“ did he/she do this to you?”
injury/torture starter sentences
“One more word and I’ll break your other arm too.” “I know it hurts, but you’re not alone. I’m here for you.” “Will you please tell me who did this to you?” “Something happened to you while you were gone and if you don’t start talking about it you will only sink further and further into this darkness.” “I know what leaves those scars. I’m sorry. Nobody should have to go through that torture.” “Which do you prefer? Your tongue or your eyes?” “My whole life I’ve been searching for someone willing to endure my torture… Evidently I got impatient.” “You have something I want. Give it to me and I will let you go. It’s that simple.” “Why I’m doing this to you? There is no why… I just like it.” “Don’t cry, darling, I’m still your best friend. This doesn’t change anything.” “Please don’t panic, it’s just a small knife.” “Shut up– SHUT UP! I can’t think with all your screaming!” “You’re dying. Oh my god, you’re dying! That wasn’t supposed to happen!” “If you don’t tell me what’s been happening to you, you leave me no choice but to leave you.” “Why won’t you talk to me about what happened? You’ve had the same blank look in your eyes for weeks.” “Where did that scar come from? You didn’t have that before the holiday, did you?” “I want you to take this knife and make a nice, long cut in your own skin.” “Beg for your life, if you want it. I will spare you if your pleads satisfy me.” “I don’t know whether I’m going to kill you or not. You think I have that much self-control? Ha! You’re cute.” “Tell me what you know and the pain will stop, I promise.”
“Oh, you wer–” he stopped, pouting when the devil stole some of his food. He let it go though– it wasn’t like it wasn’t gross and cold anyways. “I just like having someone to talk to…”
rescued/escaped hostage starter sentences
“Calm down, calm down. It’s me! You’re not where you think you are, you’re safe with me at home.” “You need to snap out of it, it’s a flashback. Nobody is going to hurt you anymore, trust me!” “Help! I need help! Call the police, please. Help me! Don’t let him/her find me! I escaped, but he/she’s after me!” “Listen, listen. You are going to be okay. He/she is locked away for good, alright?” ”It’s a very strange idea that someone will spend the rest of their life in prison because of what they did to me.” ”I don’t want her/him to go to prison. She/he did it because she/he loved me.” “Can you please tell me what happened while you were… gone?” ”I never stopped thinking about you.” ”The police told me it would be best to assume you were dead, because of what might be happening to you otherwise… But I could never convince myself.” “We kept your bedroom the way it always was… I understand if you’d want it changed, but I want you to know that we never lost hope that you’d come back home.” “Is that– Is that really you? Oh my god! I can’t believe it’s you!” “How do you feel after your first night home?” “The police will need to ask you about what happened… but maybe you want to tell us first? You haven’t said a thing since we got you back!” “We have imagined the worst things that could have happened to you. Please just tell us so we can try to move on and help you.” “Shh, it was a nightmare. You’re in your own bedroom.” “If you want to start living your old life, you’re going to have to start putting what happened to you behind you.” “I can never be who I used to be! I was gone for years! And you expect me to go through some therapy and have my old life back?! That’s never going to happen!” ”Were you scared all the time? Or… or did you get used to it?” ”I’m not even sure what I’d rather hear, that you were always afraid or that you actually liked it there.” “Nothing happened. I just ran away. I was sick of being here. I just made it up to sound interesting.” “Will you please come out of your bedroom… I know you’re probably not comfortable with the amount of space after what you’re used to, but please try…” “I’m here for you. I’ll keep you safe. I’m not going to lose you a second time.” “Shh, it’s okay! It’s normal to have flashbacks, but you have to try to focus on me now.” “You can’t go back there! Are you insane? Why do you want to?!”
;; open
He was sitting alone on a street corner, curling up pretty much, shaking.
“You didn’t?” But he wasn’t there this morning… The child frowned and took his coat and socks off before getting onto the bed. He grabbed the food and sighed quietly, eating slowly. “…I’m glad you’re here.”
He certainly had time– the child would be gone all day. It wasn’t until it was rather dark that he and the man he was staying with got back. They each seemed to go into their respective rooms without any conversation. The boy seemed tired and was carrying a bag of some kind of fast food, sighing quietly, rubbing at his eyes with his free hand.
“Aaaah~ your baaaack~” the demons purred, laying on his back on the hotel back facing the door. He was in more form his ram like horn and wings lazily folded to his back. Earlier he found some stung out junkies in the back alley and now the devil was very content with a belly full of settling souls.
"Oh... You're here again!" He smiled and dropped the bag on the night stand, trotting over to the devil. "Yeah I had to... Go out and work?" He didn't like to call it that, but it was the easiest way to say it without going into any more details about what he was doing. It was weird, he never had to hide this before. But he never spoke to people anymore anyways.
He certainly had time-- the child would be gone all day. It wasn’t until it was rather dark that he and the man he was staying with got back. They each seemed to go into their respective rooms without any conversation. The boy seemed tired and was carrying a bag of some kind of fast food, sighing quietly, rubbing at his eyes with his free hand.
mutedchild:
Osomatsu should really just have shut up and accepted that he was going to have to play this the other kids way, but instead he pouted and crossed his arms, making a face, trying to treat this as childishly as he possibly could. Which, considering him, was very.
“That’s not fair though, why do you get to go first?”
“Because I S A I D S O.”
Todomatsu’s voice boomed throughout the room and he glowered at Osomatsu. How stupid was this kid, anyway…? Didn’t he realize the danger he was in? Todomatsu stepped forward and poked his chest. “Go hide. NOW.”
“Wow, you’re a real brat aren’t you?”
Osomatsu was blunt about it, making a face. “Fine, if you wanna be a baby, I’ll hide first.” he grabbed the boy by the shoulders and spun him around so he couldn’t watch him. “You gotta count then.” he huffed, turning and quickly leaving the room.
He would go and check the door first honestly, and if that didn’t work he went to one of the looser floorboards and pried it off and slipped into the gap down there before covering himself back up.
mutedchild:
Osomatsu seemed to enjoy the heat– because he ended up laying his head to the devils lap and fell asleep like that a few minutes later, hand gripping at his pant leg tightly, the sucker still in his mouth.
Oso chuckled softly, being mindful of his claws swept the child’s hair to the side before taking the candy from his mouth, using his power to put a clear wrapper around the sweet.
Admittedly the demon had dozed off as well but woke when he could see dawn creeping in through the window. He could scene movement on the other side of the wall. “Must be the ‘gardian’..” me muttered glancing down at the boy. Oso know he couldn’t let himself be seen, so he had to act quickly. He moved Osomatus’s from his lap before taking a less conspicuous form; a black sheep toy with red buttons for eyes, laying against a hotel pillow.
Honestly it was probably the best the boy had slept in quite some time, comforted by the adult’s presence-- one that was actually nice and that didn’t feel forced.
He woke up slowly when he felt himself moved, looking around blearily. Had he imagined that whole encounter? Either that or the male must have left-- he stopped when he noticed the toy, about to say something where there was another knock on the wall. He sighed and got up, grabbing his bag from under the bed and rustling through it before grabbing a few things from it and leaving the room, locking the door behind him- leaving the toy behind. Though, it seemed he was going to be coming back since he left almost everything.
