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Scars Of The Past (OC lore)

Used a random writing prompt generator-

Note: This is AU. I just added my Anon OC's (Anon Family) because, in their blog, there were small events during October and December (I will focus on October)

Fandom: Slashers

Characters: (Ranked Oldest to youngest)

Gibberish Anon (Clarisse Mallow - 29 years old - Birthday: January 30)Garden Protector Anon (Eliot Daniel - 25 years old specifically - Birthday: June 3)callmegkiddo/G (Guadalupe Daniel - 24 years old - Birthday: October 30)Void Anon (Void Alexander - 20 years old - Birthday: April 23)Underage Anon (Axel C. Daniel - 13 years old, going to turn 14 very soon - Birthday: February 13)

Prompt generated: "I'm not letting karma deal with this. I can't trust it'll be enough of a punishment, nor can I say it'd be fast enough."

G paced around the hall deep in thought. Void and Clarisse sat outside on the benches in the lobby. Axel played on one of the loveseats, curled up comfortably. Dried tear streaks are visible. There has been an accident at the building Eliot was working on. Eliot worked in a company that took requests from clients to decorate and take care of their facility (Eliot specializes in greenery). A group of patrons had planted a bomb in the building. When they set it off, all hell broke loose.

Suddenly the door to the hospital room opened. Walking out the door was a doctor. "I apologize greatly for worrying you, He's fine, but the fire only worsened his condition. He can't use his powers." The doctor explained. Everyone, excluding Axel, froze. "If he uses his fire powers anymore, he'll only damage whatever skin he has on him." "Thankfully, his skin didn't get cremated, so it'll heal, but it'll take a long time." The doctor finished his explanation. G hardened his gaze on the floor. How stupid of him to leave that building.

G let Eliot down...

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Halloween was over, Christmas was over. But the pain didn't let up.

Eliot's hands shook vigorously, tears leaked from his tightly closed eyes. It was painful. He couldn't forget how panicked he was when he went to save those bunnies, how the fire licked his bandages and destroyed them. It was as if his presence attracted the flames. Not like it didn't make sense, he had the power to create fire.

But he just couldn't stop crying. Flashbacks of the hospital, the building collapsing. Everything he never wanted to remember was coming back, and it was coming back hard. Shakily, he carefully placed the ointment he was given all those years ago. He wrapped the bandages around his arms as fast as he could. Just as he was finished, he let out a shaky sigh. That hideous sight of scars was gone.

He scowled at the bathroom mirror in anger. How could he let himself get this miserable? He should be the responsible one! He should be mature! He should-... The Freddy Krueger blanket sat on his bed, and the Freddy-themed cardigan folded on the nightstand. Moving over to his bed, he grabbed the cardigan and slipped it on.

Making himself a burrito in the Freddy Blankets, he shut his eyes closed. Screaming into the pillow, he lets out all his pent-up resentment. As he calmed down, he failed to notice the cracked open door. Peeking inside, youthful eyes bore into Eliot's turned back. He curled into himself, hugging the cardigan and blanket closer. He mumbled quietly, "I'm not letting karma deal with this. I can't trust it'll be enough of a punishment, nor can I say it'd be fast enough. "He shut his eyes, far too sleep-deprived to care if he'd get nightmares of that day.

The head nurse leaned on the door frame, her eyes sadly gazing at the second eldest of the anon family how she wanted to help her. But she knew he wanted no one's help.