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(Look I just needed to write about my favourite creek kid Jackie from COTC, who my brain decided to get attached to, along with the Champions and their friendship. This is my interpretation of his life before the creek, so if anything isn't canon, I apologise. I know a lot of you are mainly here for STP but I really wanted to write this, so I hope you'll enjoy this little piece about The Arm. Enjoy!!)
Jackie remembers when they had to move schools. He was nine at the time.
He had been waiting outside the principal's office, sniffling and feeling like a hole was about to swallow him up, his body aching.
There had been a bunch of these dumb bullies at recess, who kept pushing him and held his goggles out of reach, all while laughing and throwing insults that Jackie didn't need to hear to feel its pain.
They did this all the time, and today, enough was enough.
All he had done was grab the kid's wrist, to try and get his goggles back, but the next thing Jackie knew, he was being tackled to the ground and put in a headlock, leaving him thrashing until an elbow connected with a stomach. Then the chaos really unfolded out in the yard.
He hated it. He didn't know what he had done wrong to be treated like this.
He blinked back tears, desperately trying not to cry again, because it would just be wasted energy.
Nobody wants to be Jackie's friend. Nobody wants to try and be his friend.
He wasn't sure how much time had passed, but there were suddenly feet in front of him, and Jackie looked up as his dad crouched low, a soft look on his face.
Jackie always liked his dad's eyes. He was always so open with how he was feeling, and it never felt like Jackie was grasping to understand him. He could just see it so clearly.
Right now, his dad was concerned.
His dad furrowed his brows in that way that usually made Jackie giggle as he signed, 'Are you okay?'
Jackie shrugged. He wasn't sure what he was feeling, other than just- empty.
Then, he asked, 'Am I in trouble?'
Immediately, his dad's eyes lit up with that usual protective fury that Jackie was used to as he signed, 'No. You won't have any trouble here ever again.'
Then they went home.
It was only when Jackie asked if his dad could give him a lift to school tomorrow, that he was told that he wouldn't be going back to that school.
Jackie had just stood there.
He should've felt happy, relieved even. He wouldn't have to see those jerks again, and it's not like Jackie had made a single friend in that place.
But instead, there was just frustration bubbling up within him.
He tried to ignore it, to toss that fire within him far away and focus on something else but he couldn't.
The next thing he knew, he was snapping at his dad, angrily signing as tears of frustration pooled in his eyes.
'What's the point of trying, Dad?' he has signed, only confusing and worrying his parent.
'Nobody likes me, and nobody is going to want to be my friend, no matter where we go!'
His dad crouched down to be at eye level, lifting his hands to no doubt try and calm him down, but Jackie kept going.
'I try and try but everyone just thinks I'm weird and they don't want to be my friend! So why bother moving schools when nobody cares enough to even learn sign to say my name?!'
Jackie tried to keep going, but his hands were shaking too badly and his eyes were blurring too badly to see- and then he burst out crying.
Immediately, his dad wrapped him into a big hug, picking him up as Jackie cried into his chest.
It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair that Jackie felt so alone.
There was a hand rubbing his back, and Jackie could feel the vibrations of his dad humming a low tune to calm him down.
Jackie focused on that feeling, letting the warmth and safety of his dad wrap around him and protect him from the evil world.
Eventually, his sobbing calmed down, until he was merely hiccuping and sniffling, laying his head on his dad's shoulder, until a cool gust of wind blew in his blotchy face, and Jackie then realised that they were in the back garden.
He lifted his head, just as he was carefully placed on the ground.
His eyes immediately went to the makeshift target hanging on a tree branch on the other side of the garden. Jackie's fingers twitched with an urge to feel a rough ball fitting perfectly into his palm, and then hitting the target with all the force he could muster.
He looked up at his dad, who was smiling, as if he knew what Jackie wanted to do.
He was tossing a ball up and down in his hand, glanced at the target, and then back at Jackie, and had a playful glint in his eyes as he said, 'I bet I could get it first try.'
Jackie crossed his eyes and chuckled, the tears on his cheeks drying as he retorted with, 'No you couldn't.'
His dad lifted a brow, a sparkle in his eyes that Jackie couldn't look away from, and then he threw the ball with a grin.
It fell to the ground, not even making it halfway to the target.
His dad scrunched his face up and playfully stomped on the ground in fake frustration, and Jackie had to bite his lip to not smile, looking away pointedly from the other, clinging to his shrinking anger.
But it wasn't long before he was glancing to the side, unable to resist watching as his dad kept trying and failing to hit the target.
It was only when the ball missed the edge of the target by a couple of inches that Jackie could no longer resist, sighing as he walked forward and taking the ball from his dad, who had a victorious smile on his dumb face.
Jackie clutched the ball tight, facing the target.
He always loved this moment before throwing something. The world just faded away, and it was just Jackie and his target.
He stared at the target while an intense hunger grew within him, and a grin slowly formed on his face, so wide that it started to hurt his cheeks.
This was Jackie's element.
He loved throwing things- baseballs, water balloons, you name it. His aim was always true and the thought of him missing was ridiculous.
In a lot of ways, throwing stuff was easier than things like talking to people, going to school, doing his homework.
Moments like this were simple. It was just Jackie, the ball, and his target. There was no other way this could go. You didn't need a way to communicate what was happening, and there was no way for Jackie's success to be misunderstood. He always hit his mark with no issue, no problem, no message needed.
He took a deep breath in, and threw the ball.
It flew through the air, a blur that had been full of all the frustration and pain of the day, of everything that had been hurting Jackie.
Oh, did the ball hit the target.
Not only did the ball hit the bullseye, it actually hit the target with so much force that the string holding it on the branch snapped, and the target flung back even further and hit the fence, before falling to the ground.
Jackie felt satisfaction bloom in his chest.
Too easy.
Jackie turned to meet his dad giving him an impressed look, and then he signed, 'You're really good at throwing.'
Jackie scoffed, and signed, 'No, I'm great at it.'
His dad laughed, but still nodded in agreement, before his expression shifted into something more serious.
He crouched down, and Jackie suddenly felt nervous, and his hands, without a ball to hold, felt awkward, and they subconsciously lifted up towards his chest, hands pointing down.
His dad looked at him for a moment, and for once, Jackie couldn't tell what he was feeling.
Then, his dad started to sign, 'I know things haven't been easy for you, and that's not fair. People shouldn't be making fun of you for any reason whatsoever. I'm sorry that some kids don't seem to want to know you, but I promise that isn't true.'
'You're the smartest kid I know, and I love so many things about you- your fight, your love, your humour- all of it.'
'I know being deaf is hard, and I know that things are gonna be harder for you because of that compared to other kids. But I promise you, Jackie, that you will be able to do anything if you aim for it.'
'But most importantly, I promise, with all my heart, that you are gonna meet people that love you as much as I do, and will make the effort to know you. Those are the friends that are worth keeping around.'
His dad smiled softly at him, and Jackie just stared up at him.
All the pain and loneliness that he had been feeling- it didn't exactly go away- but it felt so much more distant and small now, like it had been flung so far back in his mind that he could barely feel it.
He wasn't so sure that the next school he goes to will be any different, or how long he'll have to wait to meet these so-called friends. But he did know one thing- he knew that he wanted those type of friends.
He wanted friends like that so badly, to laugh with, to hang out with, to feel like himself with.
So he'll cling to that hope that he'll find them, because Jackie didn't want to be a quitter.
He smiled sheepishly, and his dad's eyes seemed to light up at that, and Jackie liked seeing his dad happy, so he stuck his tongue out in that little 'blep' way, just like a frog, and his dad burst out laughing and stuck his tongue out, and everything felt a bit better that day.
-
A year later, they moved to Herkleton Mills.
School had been fine- kids still tended to avoid him, but at least he wasn't getting bullied, so that was good enough for him.
The neighbourhood was similar enough to their old one, but there was apparently a huge creek nearby, where a lot of the kids hung out at.
His dad was optimistic that this fresh start would be great for them, and after the third week of his dad hinting for him to get out of the house, Jackie decided to check out the creek.
He brought a notepad and pen with him, saving himself the trouble if he did run into kids that wanted to talk to him.
But weirdly enough, he didn't see a lot of kids. He saw signs that there were kids around- forgotten toys and stuff- but it was oddly empty.
But then Jackie came across the kingdom.
His jaw dropped at the sight of the huge wooden fortress in front of him, where a kid stood wearing a funny acorn costume, almost resembling a knight.
The kid noticed him instantly, brandishing a wooden stick for a spear, pointing at him and barking questions that Jackie couldn't hear.
Jackie gulped, suddenly feeling so small and nervous in front of whatever this place was.
He walked forward, quickly scribbling a message on his notepad, and showing it to the kid when he was in front of him.
The note read- 'Hi! My name is Jackie, and I'm deaf, so we have to talk like this. I just moved here and wanted to check out the creek. What's this place?'
The kid seemed less defensive once he was done reading, and when Jackie handed him the pen, he seemed to almost write a full paragraph before handing the notepad back to him.
'Hello newcomer! You have the honour of being a part of the Kingdom of King Xavier, the giver of candy and the benevolent ruler of the creek, should you choose to join! The king is a fair and just ruler and will happily help any kid in need, whether it be giving them a shiny new ball, or more candy than you can carry.'
This was a lot to take in so far.
'All the king asks is your loyalty to him, and maybe one day, you will be bestowed upon the rank of 'buddy' or 'friend'. If you wish to join King Xavier's kingdom, you may come with me so that we can see which faction you will join and so that you can see the beautiful paradise our king has built for us.'
Jackie finished reading, looking up and meeting the patient yet nervous look of the kid-guard?
Jackie had no idea he was going to stumble upon a kingdom today, but there was something about it that tugged at Jackie's brain, making him want to get closer and deeper into this place.
And some magma drawings I did of @vissle-whistle and a friend who doesn't have Tumblr's ocs (top image only include my character and smth I made on the spot) (also, the shading on the woman in the top right of the third drawing was done by vissle)
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