forum a house, not a home, relatives, not family (urban fantasy, open to like,,, four or five people?)

Started October 28, 2020 by Deleted user

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Reuben yawned a bit as he came out of his room. He'd heard some people talking that he didn't recognize. "Mmm… hullo?" He called out sleepily, rubbing at his eyes and wandering slowly down the stairs to meet whoever was there.

Maisie turned around and looked at Reuben. Oh, you have got to be kidding me. An actual child in this hellhouse? She sighed and walked to Reuben, trying her best not to be rude to him. She didn't want to scare the boy away. "Hi there. What's your name?"

"I'm Reuben! But you can call me Ru instead if you'd like." Reuben smiled brightly and held his small hand out to shake Maisie's. "What's yours? And when did you get here? Who are all the other people? Are they nice?" He asked the questions in quick succession, not really giving Maisie any time to answer between them.

She looked at the hand and hesitantly shook it. She had to wait for the little boy to finish before having time to answer any of his questions. She looked around and noticed the creepy old man looking at them, and she got closer to the boy, as if not wanting the doctor to hear their conversation.
"I'm Maisie. We arrived a while ago. Maybe ten minutes ago. I don't really know who they are, they haven't really introduced themselves. As for your last question, from what I've seen they do look nice."

"Okay! We should go say hi!" Reuben kept a hold on Maisie's hand as he wandered over to the group. "Maybe they wanna be friends!" He brought himself into the group of people and looked around at them all curiously, wondering who he should try and talk to first.

“Ah, yes, Ru. Lovely to see you showing your little cherub face. Everyone, this is Ru, he will be staying with us for the time being, and we shall be very kind to him as he has had a very hard life.” Enfield said sweetly, voice dripping with honey and buzzing like a hive. Emile nodded swiftly, not wanting to disobey the man in the slightest.

"I have?" Reuben seemed confused at the comment about his hard life. He just figured he was here because his dad was very busy. The nice people had come and taken him away and told him that he wasn't supposed to be entirely taking care of himself, and then he'd been brought here. He shrugged a bit and tugged on the sleeves of his oversized hoodie.

Jax nodded as well, waving in Ru's direction. "H-hello, Ru. I'm Jax." The girl's voice cracked, and she let out a small gasp and was quiet. She, too, reached out her hand to shake the boy's, hoping that her own wasn't trembling too hard.

Reuben liked up upon hearing the girl's voice, his face brightening when he saw her. "Hi! It's nice to meet you!" He shook her hand eagerly, struggling to keep his sleeves from tumbling over his small hands. "Did you just get here with everybody else?" He asked. "I haven't seen the other people in a while… I'm sure they're fine, though!" He chirped innocently.

She looked down at Ru when he mentioned that there were other people in the house. But what worried her more was the fact that he had said that he hadn't seen the others in a while. Which made her think that something fishy was going on. "There are others? How many? And how long have they been here?" She asked Ru.

"Uhm… I dunno, actually…" Reuben considered for a few seconds. "They come and go. And I'm not very good at counting… there's been a good amount, though. But this house is pretty big and some of them are pretty shy, so maybe they just stay in their rooms a lot." He shrugged a bit.

Maisie quickly glanced at Dr. Enfield and frowned, then she looked back at the little boy with a smile. "Ah, I see. Do you think we might be able to meet them? And how long have you been here? You look like you're nine or eight, so I'm guessing you couldn't have been here for so long."

"I'm eight!" Reuben grinned up at Maisie, seeming quite pleased with himself. "And I've been here for um…" He counted on his fingers for a moment before remembering that he didn't know how to count. "A couple months, maybe? I'm not sure."

"Eight, huh? That's great." She said as she ruffled Reuben's hair. "Couple of months, then. Do you like it here? And is the staff friendly?" She asked. In all honestly, she was asking more questions than Reuben himself or her little brother. "I'm sorry for asking these many questions. I'm just curious, that's all."

"They seem pretty nice!" He chirped in reply, although his description of a nice person varied wildly from the average person. He sort of just thought everyone was nice regardless of how they treated him. "They give me food and stuff."