Many of his memories conflicted with one another, some has him recognize you since his childhood while others depicted your first meeting as an event that happened somewhere during his teenage years.

And even those were inconsistent, he still hasn't figured out wether you both met in that old cabin near the creek or at the playground when he snuck out at night.

To be honest, he doesn't really know what you are, were you even real or something he had made up due to his less than ideal childhood? Everyone sure doesn't seem to notice no matter how close you were.

Then again, the damage you leave behind were definitely real.

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The rain was something he never really liked.

It always gave him the feeling of being even more isolated than he already was, which he'd much rather avoid really.

Not that he had a horrible childhood, compared to many others he would say that he had a decent one. He wasn't picked last in sports, his parents cared somewhat, and he had a few pals that he still talked to.

It's just that, he always felt as if he couldn't fully opened up without being judged, no matter how many times they say otherwise, he knows they would.

Everyone did, and that was what he thought,l—he'll never find anyone who would just not care about who he is. So maybe it was better to just suck it up and follow the crowd.

That was until You came into his life.

When was the last time he had something meaningful? Maintaining something has not been something he was ever good at, be it items or relationships—he'd always manage to ruin everything.

His first partner left him because he was too distant and cold. 

His second left him because he was too clingy and open.

And his third...

...

Maybe it's better to just not mention them.

Through thick and thin, no one in his life never really stuck with him, even those closest to him really only managed a few encouraging words and not much else when he was going through his worst.

But atleast You stuck around.

...

Is it a bad thing? Probably.

...

Does he care?

...

No.

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The place was dark, humid, and somewhere he'd rather not be.

Not that he had a choice, it was either he wait out the rain in this grimy shack or risk catching a cold and ended up not coming to school.

He never thinks before doing something, it's practically engrained into his psyche with the amount of times he gotten himself dragged into similar situations. The only reason he's stuck right now was because he wanted to catch that rabbit he caught a glimpse of.

Extremely stupid in retrospect but what has been done is done.

Humming along to a familiar tune, he wondered how long this specific rain would last—they all vary in length don't they?

A creek came from somewhere in the dark, making him pause.

He turned around and was met with a sight.

Oh what a sight it was.

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"Hey?"

He blinked, annoyed that someone managed to surprise him when his guard was down.

"What." A gruff voice came out, a bit harsher than he intended to but it gets the message across all the same.

"The guy wants to see you, for the interview?" 

Again, he blinked—then suddenly stood up.

The person was understandably surprised, especially with how fast he did so. 

And without another word, he turned and entered.

...

"...Christ."

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Blood smeared the walls and ceiling, guts was littered everywhere, and what remained of whatever creature was being devoured laid motionless on the floor.

Someone, something, stood before him. Their abyssal gaze piercing into his soul.

He moved, or tried to—quickly realizing that making any sort of movements was futile as his very essence was frozen to the core.

To say it looked human would be a great overstatement, other than having 2 legs and what appears to be a pair of arms, there was barely anything human about the thing. 

It was abnormally tall, it's head reaching the ceiling despite being hunched over. An ominous shadow covered it's face with only two sharp (Color) eyes being visible. The claws that had replaced where it's arms would have been had some sort of thick plating on it, which reflected the dim lighting, looking almost metallic.

It wore a long-sleeved dark grey sweater with a simple skirt of similar color that reached it's calves.

A complete mockery of a human.

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"Thomas Woodsman, correct?"

He nodded.

The interviewer gave him a glance before readjusting their glasses to read the paper in front of them.

"Mister Woodsman, i'm sure you understand what we do here? Seeing that you came here from our training program."

A nod.

"Alright, that makes things easier on our end. You'll be sharing a room with two other new hires, so we hope you can get along, teamwork is what keeps people alive during any unwanted events."

Another nod.

"Just make sure to follow protocol, listen to those with higher clearance, and try not to cause a breach."

Again.

"...Welcome to the Foundation."

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A/N: Hiii, this is a much older piece i wrote last year—as you can tell it's gonna be very inconsistent in personality and lore, it's pretty experimental and if y'all don't like it i'll just stick it to this one fic.

Let me know what you think and thank you for reading!