(SOOOOO, I had this idea. What if Rebecca was the one to create Wooly? Like as a coping mechanism OC she made while she was still at the orphanage. She'd basically do what I do with my OCs: Put them through Trauma™.
Hope you enjoy this, especially @cctypical
Though, I will say, if song lyrics in fics make you cringe, maybe skip this one-)
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"Once Upon a Time, there was a sheep named Wooly.
When he was born, he was the smallest of his flock. And was seen as weak because of that.
He couldn't lift much, or run fast. He couldn't jump high or he wasn't the smartest sheep in his flock.
He wasn't good at a lot of things, but he was creative, kind, and he loved helping people. Maybe too much.
His flock never treated him well. They all said mean things to him.
'You're too small' 'You're so weak!'
Wooly couldn't take it any more. One day, he ran away from his flock to a nearby orphanage.
There, he waited for a new family to take him in."
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Little hoofs clopped along the creaky wooden floor, searching for something. The littlest sheep stopped near a bookshelf, his tiny fingers skimming through the titles. Settling on one he liked, he reached up and grabbed onto one of the many storybooks. He pranced his way onto his small bed, which creaked as he bounced onto the mattress.
"Settle in y'all, it's story time!" Wooly seem to have been speaking to his toys, who couldn't respond. His smiled dimmd slightly before he shook his head and opened up the book.
"There's a orphan, life of misfortune,
Now, where have I heard that one before?~
Poor Oliver, barely gets to eat,
Then gets punished cause he asked for more?" His voice wavered before he shook his head and continued.
"But then he becomes an apprentice!!
To a nice mortician!
But when Noah says bad things about his mom, he attacks before running away?
Oh man-" Wooly skimmed over the pages, looking panicked.
"He's taught to pickpocket—I don't remember this part-
Crime, stealing, SOMEONE'S BEATEN DEAD!? Skip ahead, skIP AHEAD-" Wooly stopped around the final pages.
"...Buuut in the end, Oliver's Auntie Rose is married off
And Ollie lives happily as Mr. Brownlow's adopted son~" Wooly held the closed book to his chest in relief.
"So I know, they'll appear
'Cause there are rules and there are strictures!
I believe the story books I read by candlelight!" He danced and clopped around a hallway, looking through a window at the clouds.
"I can be someone's knight, or their steed!!~
And we'll look just like those nice pictures~" He glanced at a poster with a happy family illustrated on it.
"It won't be long now, I guarantee
Day number..." Wooly counted on his fingers. "-23!~"
Wooly hopped back on his bed, tallying a mark indicating how long he had been there.
"I know it's today, I know it's today~"
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"Weeks, months, years passed by. And Wooly remained where he was: At the orphanage."
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A slightly older Wooly, now slightly taller, still struggled reaching things. But regardless, he managed to grab the books he wanted with less struggle. There was slightly less of a frolick in the way he walked, but there was still some pep in his step.
"Oh, here's a good one! It's a classic~" Despite aging, Wooly still had a habit of talking to his toy friends.
"There's a orphan, red-haired and talkative
Guess both of us really stand out!~
Two people adopt her, but they want a boy!
I'm sure things will work themselves out?~" Wooly mindlessly flipped through the pages, even skipping some books in the series.
"Blah, blah, blah, blah, country school,
Boring, boring Avonlea~
Filler, filler, been there, read that,
Oh dear, Matthew died?! Haha!" He panicked and skipped to the final pages of the last book after that.
"Skip ahead, SKIPAHEAD!!-
...Buuut despite it all, Anne stayed
with Marilla, she could never part~
Despite any of her flaws,
She made her way into their hearts~" Wooly organized the books in their proper number order.
"So I know, they'll appear!~
Their kindness may be a lot to take~
We'll do so much together, and we'll never be apart~" Wooly hopped outside to the garden and plucked some flowers.
"I'll wear my heart-
On my sleeve~
And I hope it will not break,," Wooly's voice faltered before he threw the flowers up in the air, pitching his voice back up.
"About time we set at least a meeting date
Day number 9...58" He pulled out a notebook, tallying another mark. The pages were filled to the brim from marks just like it.
"I know it's today,
they'll show up todaaay!~"
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"As the years went by, Wooly remained where he was, growing impatient by the day."
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"...There's a orphan, any orphan! Take your pick, they're all like me!!" A slightly older, yet not that much more mature, Wooly was stomping around and making the other kids around him look concerned.
"Not exactly, I'm still waiting" He frustratedly bangs on the glass window. "They're out living hap-pi-ly" The last bit was sung sarcastically.
"'Ever after' better get here! I want love in seconds flat." Wooly flipped through the pages of one of his book, irritated and not being careful.
"No one needs these middle bits- Whoops, did I do that?" Wooly had accidentally tore one of the pages. Looking down for a second, his face darkened, and he continued to tear.
"Cut the villains, cut the hardships, cut all of that!!" Wooly continued tearing page after page, before throwing the book to the side.
"Cut the peril and the pitfalls, cut Huck Finn and his dumb hat!!" He began to tear out his pillows stuffing.
"Cut the parents- in the hearses, keep the intro, cut the verses-
And the waiting, the waiting, the waiting, the waiting-" Wooly suddenly pushed his entire bookshelf down.
"THE WAAAA-IIIIITING!"
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"Wooly got into trouble with the adults running the orphanage. Like, really big trouble. He had to clean up his mess."
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"But I know, they'll appear~"
Wooly rubbed his arm, wincing softly from the aching he felt on his wrists. The adults were really mad after his tantrum. And after they got someone to pick the bookshelf back up and fix it, he was left to reorganize the books. Fortunately, he remembered the order each one was put in. Unfortunately, he was now being given fearful looks from the other orphans.
Wooly noticed and frowned.
"-Though I seem a bit bipolar." Wooly placed the last book in it's proper place. "And I'm a vandal now as well, hope they don't mind..." He shook his head, trying to motivate himself.
"I'm a find, I'm a catch, and a very gifted bowler!!~" He grabbed his reliable notebook of tallies.
"It won't be long now, I guarantee!!...
Day number-"
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That's where the page ended. I was...seven, yeah that was right. I came here when I was a baby, at least one... Memories of my birth parents are fuzzy at best most days. But that barely mattered now, at least to me.
Why did no one want me? Is it my own fault for being feeling so angry all of the time? Was I just a "problem child" like the orphanage lady says?... My fingers gently traced the tallies in my notebook, feeling the slightly bumpy texture.
There were so many...
Next to that was my little art book, filled with drawings of my closest friend. The sheep frolicked froom one page to the next. He was the only one I could confide in. He may not be real, but we were in the same position and the only one who could possibly understand how I felt. And right now, we were in the exact same position.
Alone and feeling unwanted...
I looked up at the window nearby and at the clouds.
"Are you there, God?..." My voice was quiet. "It's me, Rebecca..."
"IT'S ME, REBECCA
(WOOLY)!"
My bedroom door slowly creaked open.
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I couldn't believe someone wanted me. Someone nice.
"Now I know, they'll appear!!
'Cause there are rules and there are strictures!!"
His name was Sam. He had come by sometimes just to read to us. But he always seemed to be the only adult who actually listened.
"I believe the story books I read by candlelight~"
He wanted to take me home, and he didn't care what the other adults said about my "behavior". I was going to have a Dad!! Obviously, I said yes!
"A white knight, a knight I shall be!!
We'll look just like these pictures!!~"
I was so excited that I was gonna be adopted, when packing, I forgot to bring my sketchbook. I didn't even notice until we had gotten to his home.
"It won't be long now, I guarantee~"
I was too happy about having a home that it didn't really matter at the time
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"Day number 23...
It had been a year since I was adopted. Life was just...ok for a while. Dad didn't always understand how I felt, but he always tried. It took a while for me to fully call him Dad, but if felt natural when I did. On our anniversary, we both went back to the orphanage, mainly just for memories.
"Day number 958..."
There we met up with Kate, who worked at the local library. She wasn't related to us but I liked thinking of her as my aunt. She handed me the sketchbook I had forgotten about when I left. Dad got me a new one and I was too happy to be that affected by it. Seeing my old one gave me... nostalgia? (Yeah, that's the word) looking through it.
But I frowned slightly when I saw where I had left it off last year.
"Day number 2...5...(&)98"
And it was just my Wooly...alone...
He helped me so much when I felt stuck in place. He deserves to be happy too.
He deserved...a friend...
"I know it's today, ooh"
Dad mentioned making a show and said I could be in it.
"I know it's today, I know it's today, ooh"
I asked if we can give her a best friend.
"I know it's today, ooh"
He said yes when I showed him Wooly. And he even gave him a voice!!
"I know it's today, I know it's today, ooh!
I know it's today."
I was happy. Now both of us had someone who'd never leave them.
"I know it's today!"
While Dad worked on the show, I drew my two new favorite people (next to him of course) together.
Whatever happened in the future, I knew these two will always be friends forever!
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