Adoration [Forsaken AU]

by MarsheSlime

Summary:

Guest 1337 thought he was helping. Just being nice. He did what any adult would do in that situation.
Bluudud's reciprocating the only love he's ever understood. He's just a KID.
It never STOPS. He's been harassing his daughter at school. Sending anonymous threats to his wife.
No one would believe him. A child stalking an adult? Manipulating an adult.?
It doesn't work like that- he's a kid. How- what happened to him to make him like this-? Who is actually in the wrong?

Chapter 1: Intro to the AU/Story Plot

Lore and Plot:

Bluudud was sexually abused by his mother, taught that love was something you earned by meeting certain... expectations. That this was his normal- just how relationships worked.
When he was around eight, 007n7 found him after 118o8 died and took him in. For a while, things were okay. 007n7 cared about him without demanding anything in return- the first person to ever do so.
But it didn’t last. 007n7 didn’t know what Bluudud’s mother had done to him. And when his brother, Noli, entered the picture, the cycle began again. Noli groomed him, slowly, subtly- reinforcing everything Bluudud had learned about what love is supposed to feel like.
It wasn’t until C00lkidd confronted 007n7 that the truth came out. Furious, 007n7 cut Noli out of their lives completely.
But he never told Bluudud why. Never explained. Never reassured him. And to Bluudud, it felt like punishment. Rejection. Like he’d done something wrong to lose Noli’s attention. 007n7 wanted to help Bluudud heal, but he didn't understand what he needed to heal- was to talk.
He ran. Left home believing he was no longer wanted.
That’s when Guest 1337 found him- a child alone in the dark. Just trying to help.
But to Bluudud, Guest was salvation. Someone new to impress, to belong to. Someone chosen by Spawn, meant to take Noli’s place.
Guest brings him home to 007n7, who’s relieved beyond words- terrified his brother had gotten to Bluudud again.
But by then, it’s too late. Bluudud’s already decided who Guest is to him.
And he doesn’t plan on losing that love again.

[Also yes, this is before the Spectre and all that shit trapped them in Forsaken]

Other Characters/Places Featured:

Chance: Bartender and friend of Guest 1337
- Kids can't come in the bar, one of the two safe havens Guest has.
- The only person Guest 1337 tells about Bluudud stalking him
Elliot: The owner of Builder Brothers Pizza.
- Makes Builder Brothers Pizza another place Guest feels safe, cause Bluudud and his family are all banned from the establishment.

Chapter 2: Mama's Boy *Pt 1* [118o8 x Bluudud]

Summary:

Pre-118o8's death - 6yo Bluudud's POV
He just wanted to give a gift to his mum. But she wanted more. She needed MORE from him. How else was she gonna pay for her fix? AKA: 118o8 sells nudes of her son to get money for drugs.

Notes:

Hihi!!! This chapter is NOT Bluu1337, butttt it is background and character development for Bluudud, which will help plot and all the fun stuff in the future chapters I have planned. Also, thank all of you guys SO FREAKING MUCH!!! I didn't really think my AU concept would get all if any attention at all, so seeing all your guys kind comments really makes my day!
I am a beginner author, so I am sorry if this is really crappy. Please feel free to critique anything I did wrong, typos, grammar, etc if you notice it, it helps me improve! Also, I am trying to make this a series sorta thing, I don't really have a schedule for when I will update it, but just know I am working on it! Thank you all so much.
Enjoy, and thank you so much for reading!!!
- MarsheSlime

The room stank of damp, musty, cheap hotel carpet. Voices of muted characters on the old tv, half broken scratched CD's I know by memory. Light barely spilling thru the old broken and bent blinds, beaming golden rays of dust and shadows thru the small and quiet room.

We have lived here for a few months. Mummy's only been getting more quiet and distant. When she does talk to me, it's very short and unloving. She's been in her room for so long... she taught me how to toast a pop tart and pour cereal so it's okay... I'm still hungry though.

Seated crisscross applesauce on the carpet between the two old, flaking, and pealing leather couches. The TV's speakers buzzing as the skipping animation and choppy feedback of the Rocko's Modern Life intro. Mum used to yell at me for scratching her CD's, complaining I made them all glitchy. She doesn't seem to care much anymore though.

I haven't gone to school in a long time... Mumma said that I was toooooo smart, but when I heard her with her medicine-friend she said it was because she didn't have money... I miss my teacher, Mrs. Doe. She used to tell me to talk nicer about my mum, and cheer her up when she was down.

I'm happy I don't have to go to that dump anymore though... the slimy kids were SOOOO annoying especially that red one! Why was he red anyways?!?! Its such a stupid color. His dad was cool I guess, but everyone was SO INTOLERABLE!! Trying to make me do all this work! They're not my Mom! I only listen to my Mom, cause she is the smartest!

Leaning on my arm, pushing myself up off the scratchy tan carpet. I wipe the dirt and dust off my legs, but its still all over my feet.. I hate the feeling of grime on my feet ugh!! Maybe i should shower... I hate showering, it's such a waste of time. I like watching TV instead! Mum hasn't been telling me to, so I've been using that to my advantage... I do feel icky though, so I should probably change.

Mumma did help tuck me in last night! It was very strange though, I was already asleep, and woke up really sweaty from a nightmare. I had a bad dream I fell asleep on the carpet, and Mummy really really doesn't like when I do that, so she went to punish me. Except it was a really weird punishment, that was super uncomfortable and hurt a lot. I fell squirmy and sick, all gross and warm... It was a very strange dream.

I remember her yeling at me that I got the carpet all dirty, calling me a bunch of mean names, accusing me of taking her money, and kicking me. I don't even know where she keeps her money! She's always forgetting it... one time, she gave me five dollars for the School Store, and then accused me of stealing it later!! Thank Spawn it was just a dream... I've never had a dream like that before last night though, I hope I don't again! Momma would never do that to me. She's the best Mom ever!

When I woke up, Mumma was tucking me in on the couch, I probably rolled off because of my nightmare! She didn't know I was awake though, I was just happy Mummy was tucking me in. My nightmare was so realistic, it made me feel really gross inside, but Mommy helped! My legs were really sore for some reason... It made me toss and turn all night.

I feel like I'm forgetting something... why did I stand up..? That's right, to make Mummy a gift to cheer her up! Walking thru the grimy plush carpet, onto the cold stained kitchen tile. Next to the sink is piled up with dishes and other various things. The cabinet below the sink leaning off its hinges, with a broken spray bottle leaking out onto the floor.

I open the drawer next to the fridge, wear Mom put all of our coloring stuff when we first moved in. Back when we had our house, me and Momma used to color all the time, and she'd always mark it with a date and signature telling me how she'd keep it forever... She'd magnet it up on the fridge and made sure to show every visitor... Maybe, if I draw her something, she'll color with me again!

Shuffling together some broken crayons from the drawer, and a tattered old piece of paper that has little rips and folds on the corners. I hold it in my claws, smoothing out the dogeared corners, to make it look nice. The drawer closes with a bumpy thump, and always stays just a few centimeters open, never closing all the way.

Shuffling over to the kitchen island, putting the dirty, broken, little crayons, and the tattered paper on the counter and scrambling over to the closet where my old drawing stool is!. Mumma made and painted it for me when I was little!! It has my name on it and everything, with a bunch of little microphones and ninja stars! It's my favorite stool EVER!

I dig thru the packed packed closet, leaning against the various shoe boxes and items piled on top of everything so they don't fall on me. My claws shuffling thru, finally finding the leg of my stool and slowly shimmying it out... It has a few scratches on it, but other than that, its okay. Dragging it over to the counter, positioning it where my art materials are set up. 

I have to do a little hop to get up onto it. Momma used to help me get on my stool, but she says I'm big enough to do it by myself now. I scoot on the stool getting comfy, cracking my knuckles and looking at the blank paper. Grabbing one of the crayons, my fist wrapped around it, I start scribbling away...

Starting with some bright bright green grass... ouh and some flowers too! Blue flowers, cause they are the best flowers! A big yellow swirl for the sun... ouh and what if I give it an orange smiley face! Big puffy clouds in a bigggg blue sky. I'll put Mama and me standing in the field too!

I color away, dragging my crayons along the paper, making sure to be gentle not to break them. I draw Mommy and me sitting in the field, me giving her a flower. I make a big, bold, text bubble above my head in thick black crayon lines, "Yur da best Mama Evr!!!" I draw Mumma like I remember her. Always happy, smiling, the bestest mom in the world.

Once I finish, I fold it up into a an envelope and write "Fore Mumy" on the front in thick bold black crayon with a bigggg heart next to it. I put it down in my pocket, and hop down from my stool onto the cold, tile, kitchen floor. Dragging my stool back to the closet as quick as possible and throwing together my crayons and putting them back in my coloring drawer so i can rush to give Mummy her gift as soon as possible!

After putting everything away and cleaning up like Mama taught me, I rush upstairs, my feet slapping against the steep, polished wood steps. Tripping over my own feet, leaning, holding myself up on the handrail. I run up and stand outside her door for a moment, digging thru my athletic short pockets for my drawing. I grab it holding it in my claws, happy as ever and proud of myself.

I go to knock on Mummies door but something stops me... a sick feeling in my gut. Like the one from my nightmare last night. Like something is warning me... I shouldn't go in there... it's so quiet, offsetting, I feel sick. Mama won't hurt me... right? That was just a silly dream, I'm overthinking it! Mama would never hurt me... she's the bestest.

I knock on the door and say my voice small and childish, "Mamma! I made yee-you a gift!". The room shuffles, I hear panicked mumbling and the opening of doors. I don't know why but it feels like there's a pit in my gut... something is wrong very very wrong.

For a moment that felt like an eternity I can see the shadows of someone standing on the other side of the door, just standing there... frozen like a zombie. I can hear their heavy breathing... or am I just imaging it?      I can't tell why does my gut feel so weird... the breathing, the stress, the odd feeling of guilt, a growing pit in my chest. Why am I scared? I feel like my mind is warning me of something, something I can't remember...

"Momma...?" I say quietly my eyes feeling heavy and chest feeling tight... why do my legs hurt again? They've been hurting since I've woken up but I hadn't noticed it till now... The door clicks open, and my eyes quickly dart too it, the golden twisting doorknob... my hands feel heavy and sweaty... my jaw feels tight... why am I so scared?

Notes:

GET LEFT ON A CLIFFHANGER YOU SWALLYWAGS mwahahahaha... I hope you liked it!!! Stay tuned for more! :D

Chapter 3: -Just an Update-

Summary:

Heyyy!! This isn't par of the story but is just an update for why I haven't been writing as much T_T

Uhhhh hey!!! Ik i haven't been active much I have been grounded for the last week and unable to build on the story etc. ALSO school is starting soon in my area so i have been very focus on preparing for school etc cause last year i failed and don't plan to fail again T_T
On top of that I have been focusing a lot on my irl relationships etc and haven't really been online as much. I AM NOT ABANDONING THIS DONT GET ME WRONG i will come back to this 100% once school starts up again, but i wanna take the rest of the summer to myself :]
THAN YOUUUUU

Notes:

Thank you for reading!