Hey y’all, here’s the second part to my headcanon/oc talk pairing, and I hope you’ve buckled in because Chio did NOT.
Growing up, Chio lived with his estranged mother and rich father. At first, he thought his father’s career was legitimate and highly reputable, but it took a little too long to realise that most of their wealth came from foreign currency rather than the Petrosapien’s reputation system.
Pretty soon, Chio was roped into the family business, and was confronted with the fact his father was a drug cartel, monopolising the underground trade of interplanetary drug exports. He tried his best to avoid using the products his father sold, but with the weight of the biggest secret in his life and the pressure around him, he caved.
It started as recreational, then turned to coping, until Chio got into the habit. It reached a point that he was stealing too much of the product that it caught his father’s eye, and soon he resorted to the streets.
Being raised on false wealth, on bribed reputation, Chio had been living a life of luxury. The streets were a whole other world to him, and that world hated people like him. Fighting to survive and digging for the scraps of lesser dealers, Chio was set on a downward spiral to his own untimely doom.
On the odd occasion, he would cross paths with a curious blue Petrosapien, and oftentimes he would treat in the other direction. Even if the other tried to extend their hand, Chio would be gone. Even if he happened to save them from an... unsavoury individual, he wouldn’t stick around long enough to make sure they’re alright.
Falling apart at the seems and covered in cracks, the one trip that turned bad was almost the one to kill him, but not from overdosing. No, it was in his horrible head that he felt the painless sensation eating into him. The red stained his hand as he tried to keep himself up, but the terror he felt as he saw his leg slowly dissolve into a slurry burned in his memory, and he believed it to be his last.
Awaking had been a surprise. Awaking, hidden between a purposefully set up blue, crystalline structure was another. He didn’t have the energy to move, not like he could anyway without a leg. Chio looked at the stump of his leg, red wounds stained but cleaned off his crystal, and was unsure if he should be relieved or disappointed.
Footsteps echoed, who was there? Blue. Two blues. One of them he recognises.
And both of them over their hands.
“Hey, I’m Viridin, what’s your name?”
“Mum said you can live with us.”
Oh, that must be the other blue. Blue with red eyes. Not like the pink eyes of Viridin. But the red of Chio’s.
It takes a long time to recover, a long time to recover to the mass that he was meant to have. In fact, this love and care, it allowed Chio to be better than he had ever been. The scars on his leg prevent him from being at his healthiest, however.
The red sleep had prevented Chio from recovering a lot of strength without support, so often he brasses his stump. Viridin was essential to his recovery, providing him with the food he needed, on the odd occasion sacrificing his own in favour of imported food. It’s a back and forth of reminders.
It was hard to think he was safe, and Chio often felt like he couldn’t confide in anyone because of his struggles being largely criminal. Therapy to him was a no go, but Viridin managed to convince Chio to become the person people like him needed.
“Why are you helping me?”
“Because I could’ve been a bad person.”
And Chio takes a deep breath.
“And do tell me how you thought of that.”
“Because you looked like you hated this planet as much as I did.”
“The first chance I get, I’m getting off this planet.”
That made Chio think on how to be the person he needs. His first thoughts were the police, before shunning that idea. His second, the plumbers. Even worse. His final was what he needed, but there were boundaries between him and his goal. Psychology. He’ll be the person people like him needed.
What a dark backstory tuned fanfiction. I think something got lost in translation from thought to writing here and there, maybe because I wanted to reserve Viridin’s perspective for his own post or whatever.
Anywho, since there are some issues in translations, the major backstory takes place equivalent teen years. Yes, Chio has a super rough childhood. Yes, he and Viridin are childhood friends.
