He has no idea what happened, one momment he was winning the next he was laying down in a muddy puddle somewhere looking up at the sky. It was cold out and not just because of the rain, he can see his breath puff out it feels like snow will fall in just a few minutes

From what his peripheral vision and tell him the leaves on nearly every tree have fallen cementing the fact that it was in fact still winter, or at least on its way. He sits up, water-drenched clothing sticking uncomfortably to his skin, infinity having not been turned on

Somehow, between one blink and the next. Thinking back to the last few momments and coming up blank on what happened. Did he accidentally transport himself here? It wouldn't make much sense he had perfect control, and there was the glaring issue that he didn't feel 👅 at all

Nothing was amiss. Everything seemed normal. His body hurts now that he thinks about it and his RCT seemed to be slagging behind, he defently pushed it with that last domain. He wipes the blood he could feel dripping down his nose and let's his CT fizzle back down allowing the

Rain to hit him once more, he will need to concentrate solely on healing his brain for the time being. He looks down at his arms, his once perfectly unblemished skin now decorated in scars that criss crossed all over his body. He has no idea how his clothes got out alive

He can feel the little pull of the fresh scars on the skin under his clothes as well. Frankly, it made no sense. Maybe 👅 had a thing for modesty? At least he wasn't left naked in the middle of nowhere, but he was starting to get cold now that the adrenalin was slowing down

He attempts to stand and the world tilts to the side forcing his hands to catch himself on the ground. Oh god yeah, nope, no moving. His head was suddenly killing him, his heart beat pulsed under the skin of his skull in a uncomfortable way, vision suddenly swimming

The mud and his fingers swirled in his eyes forcing them closed if he didn't want to throw up. He ended up throwing up. It was something he hasn't done since he was in high school, the feeling wasn't something he missed. The acidic taste clinging to his throat and tongue.

He needed to focused on RTC but it became hard to focus on anything when he felt his body tremble and heave. His elbows buckled and soon failed him forearms falling into the mud and splashing his face with the mix of his own puke and mud "Are you okay?"

The voice cut through the white noise in 5️⃣ ears, he took the chance to tilt his head up enough to look up. First there was red rainboots, then an light orange coat, farther up was a young face. Golden eyes, they looked so familiar to him. Just like 🐯 eyes.

He focuses on that, the warm hand touching his cheek the concerned rumble of a child's voice. His vision straightens out his brain slowly healing, he can feel his nose blood possibly his ears his body trying to rid itself of blood where is really shouldn't be somehow as RTC

Works to heal the damage. The boy in front of him panics more there is something pressed up to his nose and as his eyes clear up he can see perfectly clear now with only a bit of fuzzyness around his vision. It really was 🐯, just a very tiny version of him. He could have been

No older then 10 years old at this point and with that realization everything stops for 5️⃣. A young 🐯, no sense of 👅 anywhere, him just showing up at some random spot. He had somehow ended up back in time, and now he's here infront of a little 🐯 probably traumatizing him as

He bleeds like a fountain out his nose and ears. The thing pressed under his nose was the boys sleeve, his hand raises up to push the boys arm away his hand wrapping around the tiny arm easily but proably a little too hard 5️⃣ eases up coughing a little before getting his knees

Back under himself and just breathing for a few momments, 🐯 tilts his head to the side, his hair was getting wet a umbrella left forgotten a few paces away from where 5️⃣ assume the boy had spotted him and came running to his aid. Ah always such a good kid.

"You okay? " 🐯 repeats again, big golden eyes looking at him with concern. 5️⃣ nods and gives a thumbs up trying not to freak out the boy any more then he possibly already has. He felt like laying down and taking the longest nap right about now. "I can take you to grandpa!"

5️⃣ looks back up at the boy, confused. Ah, that's right, he lived with his grandfather till he was 15. The old man was still around now and possibly waiting for the boy to come home. Well, what kind of teacher would he be if he didn't walk his student home. A small hand grabs

Onto his fingers, his eyes landed on the difference in size how tiny 🐯 was right now, how delicate, fingers barly wrapping around his own. There is that usual surge of something that curles in his gut again whenever he's around 🐯 the feeling grabbing him by the throat now

As the boy pulls and tugs on his hand to get him to move, only managing to slide in place until 5️⃣ gets up onto his feet, hunched over to keep their hands connected, and follow alone. 🐯 grabs onto his umbrella and lifts it up to 5️⃣. "You can use this!" "Ah?"

Oh wow, speaking was a little weird right now. It didn't seem like his brain was fully healed just yet. Instead of speaking he picks 🐯 up balancing the boy on his bicep and holding the umbrella over there heads, well mostly over 🐯 who was only slightly damp from the light

Downpour compared to 5️⃣ with his soaked rat look. 🐯 seemed to approve of the arange ment and began leading 5️⃣ to his home. Following the directions he blocks out the looks of people they pass by, the way they would flinch back and scoot as far away from him as possible

It's not the first time his happenes, tho usally woman will be all over him a majority of the time people would steer clear of him. Yaga did say he looks like a thug with the blindfold on, though this time it was probably because he looked like he got in a fight with a

Wood chipper. Which isn't nessassarrly wrong, haha. 🐯 home was the same as what he knew it looked like from the time he had helped the boy pack and move out. The same small stone wall with the oddly placed sliding glass door at the front of the house, the red metal name

Plate by the door with the family name written on it, the unrestricted mail still inside its little clear box. And right at the front door stood the old man he never got to meet. His arms crossed over his chest, face stern with a look of anger and fear. 5️⃣ is quick to put 🐯-

This was litterally fighting with me just to be put up idk what's wrong but maybe I'll continue tomorrow for now I don't wanna touch this cursed sight rn Inspired by this art cause it won't leave my head it's so cute https://x.com/61m0n_/status/18...

@_AngelsTrumpet_ BABY. YUUJ. SCARRED. GOJO.

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