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Prototype x Fem! Reader, Teen! Oliver ludwig x Teen! Fem! Reader, Fluff, childhood best friends,(both the characters are teens and above 13. Though they are 11 in this part)
NOTE! - Oliver is aging as time pass normally in this fiction. None of the characters who are depicted in a relationship is adult x minor.
Sometimes life makes you think everything is going as perfectly as it is. Even if it's for a fraction of a moment, you will think to yourself how it can go on forever. Going to hospitals was a rare occasion for her. Times when she ate too much candy for Halloween or gets sick too much to play with the neighbours kid, those memories were easy to see past and forget. But this time, it was different.
He was mad. Like always. But something was different this time. It was like seeing an unstable person finally crack. The blur of the voices of her mother and father yelling at each other as she looked outside to the night sky, it felt oddly familiar. But the screech of the tire and the panicked movements of her father took her attention, as she couldn't pay too much attention, when the only thing felt was the flashing of headlights and hard metal digging into her skin. It felt like she was being squashed under the hard solidarity.
The next few moments were barely clear, as people rushed and took her out, her legs being scrapped under the broken glass of the crashed car. As she was dragged out, the people began to scream, and ran back as quickly as possible with her, when the loud explosion sound rang through their ears. The smell of iron, blood and rust with smoke all hitting her at the same time as she drifted off.
The next time she woke up, she was wearing a hospital gown. She realised that her legs had long bandages wrapped. Likely to the broken glass from the window. Beside her was her lovely doll, as she picked it up, walking outside the ward and towards the ICU with her little doll. She then sat near the chair outside, brushing the little plastic doll's hair in her hand, it was outdated, but it meant a lot to her.
She waited. And waited for something. Someone. But there was no one in the ward. Only some nurses rushing in, and out. Administrators calling and no one to reassure her. Voices shouting and the beep sounds in the background was slowly fading out and in.
She was only eleven. But she knew what it meant when the only doctor who was there, came outside with a devastated look. She could hear the voice, It was gentle. the nurse slowly took her hand, leading her away from the painful truth. Because telling that to her face would be like giving drought to a desert.
Soon enough, there was a funeral. People who only talk once a year, some who doesn't talk at all, and people she doesn't even know came to the same place. Everything she once had was gone in a single night. It wasn't like she didn't care, it's just that she was always exposed to this nature, Death.
None of her cousins or so called relatives wanted to take her in. As 'student loans' and taking care of a another kid could be too much. Not that they would care even if they have much anyway. So it was never surprising. And as any normal orphan, she was put to an orphanage.
Playtime co was obviously one of the most popular companies, even among children. It was interesting. Big money loading company, talking about giving 'smiles' as if opening an orphanage wouldn't give them more opportunities from cooperate industries.
The orphanage was a simple one. No fancy biggies or special offerings. The kids were either kindergartners or just kids who doesn't even acknowledge each other. And for her part, not acknowledging anyone seemed like a better case than to even try to talk with a snot covered, little rascals who would throw something at you for not giving them what they want.
From the moment she got there, she knew it would be one of the most calming, breathtaking sights and nature, or the most vile place known to earth. It would be depending on the day, it seems.
The company staff were however weird though. Always looking like they are building a whole deadly virus inside of an innocent orphanage underneath a factory. Just how big is this thing?
The only good outcome though? She gets to have a library. A peaceful,(almost) and quiet place for her to visit her wonderlands and fantasize about riding a pony while doing adventures.
"Uhm, Hi?"
Maybe staying inside would've been better.
She was too focused on the book to notice that the short boy slid to the front chair of her table. Pushing up her glasses, she looks up from the book, her eyes looked like she was judging the cover of the book without even opening a single page. And it made the boy Infront of her to want to shrink to the ground even more.
"Sorry I- I just saw you sitting here.. all alone and-"
"And your first thought to seeing a person sitting alone is to disturb them?"
"Wha- No! Of course not! I just wanted to talk since I noticed that you are the new girl here.."
The girl didn't answer him. Only staring at him with a bored look, looking over his appearance. Brown Khaki shorts, and a soft blue striped green shirt, with soft brown curls, and a soft face that looked like he could give an old lady the right direction at a road.
"Well, now that you've talked, I think it's pretty clear-"
"Is That A summer to die By Lois Lowry?! I've read that. It's a good story. At first i expected it to be a book about a silly competition between two sisters. but then Molly died, and it became very sad."
She was genuinely flabbergasted, as She sighed, closing the book and placing it aside the table Infront of her.
"well thank you for spoiling me the entire story. Mr. Ludwig."
"wait- y-you know my name?"
She tilted her head to the side, before leaning back.
"ofcourse I know you. You're the big CEO's son. Everyone's supposed to acknowledge you or the company owner will come in to the orphanage at night and shave all of our hair off."
The boy stared at her in pin drop silence like any other sane person. She was a little bit odd. He thought. But unexpectedly he found it funny as well. As he gave a shy smile, seeing her face stay the same, he giggled softly before straightening his posture.
"what? You- you are kind of weird.."
"am I wrong though, do ask Mr Ludwig if he requires an assistance to shave heads"
He laughed again, finding her sarcastic humour funny and weird at the same time. Though, seeing him laugh made her crack a childish smile as well. Her cold and very 'nonchalant' act dissolving to a soft childlike innocence. She was too caught up in her own world. Maybe he'll make her world clearer. Or even darker.
"Well then, you know me, I'm Oliver! But you can call me Ollie! What's your name?"
Something about a boy your age who's shorter than you, suddenly coming up to you and being all bubbly even though you're trying to be so cold to him, had her heart thump a beat louder. For some reason. She then sighed, like she dreaded this conversation before holding up her hand.
"well it's nice to meet you too Oliver."
Shaking his hand after telling him her name, she faught a tiny smile when he smiled even more widely before taking her hand and shaking it like a puppy.
It was, cute.
"Oh and I'm sorry about spoiling you the story, hehe.."
Maybe having a bubbly, cute child as a friend wouldn't be the end of the world.
Well this was my first oneshot that I'll be splitting into three or maybe four parts, as the introduction is just a small one. But as I'm continuing, I promise the parts will get longer. Thank you for reading!
