Chapter eight: Foster Siblings
It has been about a week since Whitty, Pico, Darnell, and Nene broke Keith out of Cherry's house. The week was mostly spent worrying about Keith when he started to get upset or god forbid he hurt himself.
He tried to keep to himself, mostly. As he was convinced he was a burden, he wanted to just sink down and do everything himself. They would barely let him.After the week was up, they finally started to go back to school. Reluctantly. They'd been doing their work online and were pretty content to never let that blue haired danger magnet out of their sight, but they realized said blue haired danger magnet wasn't keen on that and didn't want to upset him, so they went back.
They shouldn't have.
This was mostly because 2 weeks into school, everything they'd all been avoiding came back to them.
You see, Keith was supposed to live at his parents' house all this time. And those weeks of school without hearing from him were the snapping point for his family. One day, at only 2 pm, his father came to school to pick him up early, sure that it would be the only way he could get him home.
"Keith, come to the front office for dismissal" a voice instructed over the class phone. He started to panic as he packed up his books, looking to Pico next to him for an explanation and it got a concerned shrug.
When he was done, he swung his bag over his shoulder and was off to the front office. His father and mother sat on a bench by the door, waiting for him. His mother gave him her sickly sweet grin and stood. "Let's go home, sweetie."
Keith could only nod and walk out with the two adults.He felt chills crawl up his spine as they got him into their car and put the child lock on. "You know, we've missed you very much." His mother spoke once more. "Your mother is right. Where have you been? We've no choice but to punish you for what you've done." Keith swallowed.
"Yes, dad, I'm sorry, mom."
"I'm afraid sorry won't cut it, young man."They pulled into their driveway. The yard had three bikes scattered around it. Upon seeing it, they said briefly, "your mother and I always wanted to be foster parents."
This couldn't be good.
"Go to your room and meet your new siblings." "Yes, si-" "Go, now."He left the car and ran up into the house and to his room. It now had two more beds in it. His didn't have a bedframe, it was just a sad mattress on the floor. one of the new beds had two small children in it. A boy in a skeleton hoodie and a boy in all black.
"Um, hello..!" He greeted the boys. "Hello! Who are you?" The skeleton kid replied "I'm Keith, what's your names?" "I am Skid and this is Pump!" The seemed cheerful. "Are there any other kids here?" "Yeah!" Pump answered, "Bow and P.J."
Huh.
"Where are they?" "Basement, I think!" "Alright, thank you two!"
Keith made his way downstairs and into the basement. It wasn't the creepiest of basements. It used to be his older sisters room before she moved out. Finally he found the two people. A very small boy with fluffy, part teal, part purple hair and an older looking girl with short black hair.
"Hey." He greeted calmly from the staircase that lead to the basement. "Ah!" The boy jumped. "Who are you?!" The girl cut in, grabbing the jumpy boy's arm. "Um, Keith, I'm Keith. Your foster parents' biological kid." "Hm. They talk about you sometimes."
That can't be good.
"What do they say?" "Things.." she replied. The boy tugged at the girls sweater. "Oh, I'm Bow and he's P.J. How old are you?" "Uh, 16, and you?" "I'm 17. P.J. is 14."
'Well that's concerning considering he looks to be only 9. Maybe he's malnourished.' Keith thought.Suddenly his train of thought was broken by two skinny arms wrapping around his waist. P.J. was hugging him. Keith looked down and smiled at the small boy who seemed to be crying. "What's wrong?" He crouched down. "He wants you to get him out of the house, I think. You're the only one allowed to go to school." Bow explained as P.J. nodded.
Keith thought for only a second before coming up with his answer."Don't worry, I'll take you with me, no matter what."

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I'm Not Real
Horror(wip) We're happy to help you too. (Cover art by me) Trigger warning: abusive relationships, disease, major violence, and delusions. Maybe derealization/depersonalization. It's not meant to specifically be that, though, so take that as you will. Thi...