This was originally gonna be a series but I lost inspiration (i think i did i don't remember i wrote this a couple months back) — much like the brunet behind frames thing — i found this on my computer and decided to post it

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Seto was tired of all the screaming and yelling that came from the kitchen. Wearily, his eyes cracked open and he shifted from his covers, plopping onto the floor with a loud smack. No one came running, the breaking of glass in the kitchen was louder than a fifteen year old boy falling onto the floor. He rubbed his head, grabbed his spectacles that rested on the nightstand, and stood up.

"You never do anything right!" Seto quietly opened the door and peered down the hallway. Complete darkness. He cautiously shuffled down the hall, trying his best not to make any noise.

"You can't even bake a cake right for him! It's his fucking birthday and you're starting arguments!" Seto managed to slide down the stairs in his socks, desperately grabbing onto the railing as he went.

"Me? Starting arguments? You're the one who wanted to stay fucking married so Seto wouldn't have to go through the trouble of having only one parent! The kid's scarred enough from what he hears everyday!" Seto shook his head and peered into the kitchen, just enough so that he could see what was happening.

Broken glass.

There was broken glass everywhere on the floor. His two parents, that seemed to never get along but always loved him, were in the middle of the mess. A cake was splattered on the floor, and the two were covered in brown cake batter. Chocolate, he'd assumed. Seto wiped his eyes and shuffled away from the scene and towards the door of the basement.

He opened the door. It didn't make a sound, much to his pleasure. He softly jogged down the basement stairs and grabbed the flashlight that rested on the bottom of the steps. The basement didn't scare Seto, since no one came down here (besides him) he'd always set up his own little "run away" items. The flashlight was a bit old, he had to hit it a few times before he got it working. He aimed the light around and looked for a purple gym bag.

He set down the flashlight once he found the gym bag and opened it. There were already some folded clothes waiting for him. They were all long sleeved and jeans, as well as pairs of gray socks. He changed out of his pajamas and neatly folded them into the gym bag. He put on a pastel, baggy hoodie (purple, of course) and some black faded jeans. His shoes were upstairs near the door. He changed his socks and closed the gym back, then turning off the flashlight and heading back upstairs. He closed the basement door behind him.

"Dammit Ashley! Just do this for Seto!"

"You can't even do anything fucking right!"

Seto quietly passed the kitchen and headed towards the door. He put on his black converse shoes and checked through his bag one more time. He had enough money that could last him over six years if he spent it rationally, and his clothing was enough to keep him warm during the winter if he wore it all in layers. He didn't bother to bring his phone, if his parents decided to call the police they would have a method to track him. He did take his gameboy and a couple games, though. It belonged to his grandfather and he basked in the glory of catching Pokémon from the first generation game. He opened the front door and quietly shut it, then made a bolting dash through the yard and to the street.

It was quiet and a bit chilly. September was the month that shifted from summer to autumn, and autumn always had a reputation of bringing fresh flakes in October. Seto figured someone, just someone, could pick him up from the street. He was fifteen, surely someone could have sympathy for him. He jogged down the neighborhood sidewalk and headed for the train station. He lived conveniently near it; it was a perfect place to decide where he was going to go next.

He reached the train station and listened to the sound of each train hitting the railroad tracks. It was always bustling, loud, and slightly frightening for the weak of heart. Seto breathed in and headed towards the machine; a place where you could buy tickets without talking to someone. Last time Seto had tried to run away, the line was extremely long and the police had already caught him. Now, since he was covered by the night and there was no line, he could make his escape swiftly. He stood at the machine and gazed at the cities.

He selected a city that was far from where he lived. It would be the last stop and the train would take a total of thirty-six minutes to get there. The ticket only cost twenty dollars, it was perfect for one passenger. He deposited his money, took the train ticket, and headed towards the waiting area. The train was said to arrive at 1:05 a.m., only a couple more minutes. Hopefully his parents didn't notice Seto's abrupt disappearance.

The train came pulling up and the breeze almost made the brunet lose his balance. The train doors open and people stepped out. Seto managed to squeeze through all of the people and take a seat on the second level of the train towards the back. The second level was completely empty, only the sound of music that would play in an elevator played. He heard the door slam shut, followed by the pause of the music.

"NEXT STOP BELLEVILLE CITY."

The music came back on and the train started moving again. Seto took out his gameboy and began playing Pokémon Red for the hundredth time.

***

It felt far too long. Thirty six minutes was only an estimate made by Seto. Peterborough was about an hour and thirty minutes away from Belleville City, and Belleville City was about thirty minutes away from his original home. Yeah, Seto's done traveling. He stood up, stretched, and quickly exited the train. He was greeted with unfamiliar buildings and unfamiliar faces; he expected that. He quickly ran and left the train station and headed towards the buildings.

No one was wandering down the street, only the occasional car dropped by. It was quiet and desolate, only the sound of crickets were heard. Seto was just another homeless person on the street, that was all. He felt tired, so he decided to find a place to rest. Towards a more suburban area he found a park bench. He took the money out of his bag and stuffed it into his front pocket, just for safe keeping. He placed down his gym bag under the park bench and placed his body under the park bench as well. He rested his head on the gym bag and drifted off to sleep.

***

Oddly, Seto woke up the next morning in a bed. It wasn't his room, from what he could tell, and it didn't look like a police station.

"Brice, you can't just pick up a guy from off the street," a voice whisper-yelled. Seto pretended to be asleep, but squinted his eyes just enough to see the figure that stood towards the end of the bed. There were two; both grown, tall, and older than he was. One was a blond, and the other had brown hair.

"He's probably about our age, I looked through his stuff and it looks like he either got kicked out by his parents or was a runaway," a second voice replied.

"Well, do you at least know his name?"

"I don't know, I just literally found him outside."

"What should we call him, then?"

"He looks like an 857. I like the number 857."

"It sounds like you kidnapped 856 other people."

Seto found it to be appropriate to sit up, rub his eyes, and stretch. He could make out their features a bit better. One was tall, blond, and had blue eyes. He was well built and wearing yellow pajamas that were a bit too big. The other was tall as well, but a bit lanky. He had brown hair, red eyes, and pale skin. He was wearing red pajamas. He assumed the two were roommates.

"Look! 857 is awake!" The blond exclaimed eagerly, pointing.

"Sounds like he's some kind of robot," the brown haired male rolled his eye(s?).

"Hey, what's your name?" The blond asked, getting a little too close to Seto. The brunet shook his head, a neutral expression on his face.

"What's your age?" The brown haired male followed up, getting close as well.

"Where are you from?"

"Are you lost?"

"Are you running away?"

"Do you speak?" Seto shook his head at the last one.

"No, he doesn't speak. Maybe he's mute like Sub and Ethan. Let's get Sub and Ethan. over," the blond suggested.

"No, that'll mean the whole gang showing up and we're not hosting another god damned party Brice."