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He was just strolling through the city streets per usual after getting too pent up chilling in his apartment. Sat still for faaarrrrr too long, he just HAD to get out and move a bit, stretch his legs. Higher chance of seeing something actually interesting out here anyway instead of doomscrolling his phone on his couch.

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❝The Fairest's son? What's your name again... like, Bryce? What are you doing all the way out here?❞

— ;; ALERTED TO A LURKING PRESENCE around the fenced courtyard of his father's company, Chronos had decided to sneak out and take a look. Frankly, there's never much fun to be found inside the winding, endless halls of the mansion, and he's getting a little tired of always having someone looking over his shoulder at his dad's behest. What's a bit of adventure going to hurt?

Although they've never formally spoken, they've been at the same events. Parties, speeches, gatherings, all with their parents as the invitees. Tails has never been fond of Ben's parents, for reasons unclear to his sheltered self.

      A  sharp-toothed  grin  stretches  across  the  rapper's  visage,  eyes  teeming  with  mischief.  He  moves  to  plant  a  hand  on  Benjamin's  shoulder,  a  firm  nod  of  his  head  signaling  his  approval.

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      A  thoughtful  hum  buzzes  in  Nene's  throat,  white  eyes  sizing  Benjamin  up.  She's  got  his  wanted  poster  clutched  in  one  hand  and  a  kitchen  knife  in  the  other,  the  latter  stained  crimson,  likely  by  some  poor  soul  she  took  out  earlier.  She  finally  snaps  her  gaze  to  meet  Ben's,  a  mischievous  grin  adorning  her  cheeks.

      ❝Well,  aren't  you  just  the  cutest  little  thing...  No  wonder  your  mommy  and  daddy  are  payin'  so  much  to  get  you  back  home  safe  and  sound!❞

      Her  tone  is  condescending,  but  there's  underlying  sincerity  in  there  somewhere.

      ❝I  think  it's  time  we  get  you  back  to  your  parents,  sweetums.  This  cash  is  just  what  I  need  to  get  me  by,  should  last  me  at  least  a  month  or  two.  What  do  you  say?  Ready  to  go  home?❞

The door is closed behind him, as silently as one could close a door. He steps back from it, turning to face Benjamin with a worried look.

It was starting to become necessary. Whether it was intentional or not, the occasional exposure to supernatural beings and the building grief with no end in sight had been concocting a mix of sorts. A being that existed inside another, who grieved just as he did, who felt his pain, who wanted his wants.

But he wasn’t a separate being, was he? No, he was a being, but he was him. A boy, a boy who wanted relief, calmness, love, to live for once with someone so special to him. These energies, desires and emotions had been building up over time, making him stronger and stronger, something came to fruition. Something inadequate, but something alive and functional.

He needed more power, more emotions. But he also needed to talk, now that he were able to. It was only a matter of time until Benjamin would fall asleep.

And fall asleep he did...

. . .

Everything was comfortably warm. The scenery was hauntingly similar to Benjamin’s favourite place to be, wherever that was, but the colours weren’t exactly right. Everything, in some shape or form, appeared to be black.

Uncomfortably sharp claws touch his hair, before jostling him into ‘waking up’. A silhouette that looked ... hauntingly like that monster, and yet it was too small to be seemed to loom beside Benjamin, with a single glowing white eye. It just was too dark to see much about this creature other than its eye ... but unlike that monster, that never once chose to speak...