Little Dreams

(Janitors P.O.V)

I could still hear those words, HER words, they stained themselves deep into my mind, like mud onto clothing. It's not my fault I couldn't keep up, well maybe it was, but it definitely is not my fault my arms are too long, somehow that happened, and I don't know how, some deformity I have.

"C'MON ROGER!!" She yelled, there it was ,the exit, I could see it, I was gonna make it!! But then, something grabbed, a cold dark feeling, I couldn't see anything, But I could hear the most painful things ever, screams of terror, blood spill everything, and the NAMES, Gosh, the names I heard, They still echo in my mind all the time.

'You Fucking useless runt'

'Your a fucking disgrace'

'You don't belong here, you sorry son of a bitch'

'You're a useless peace of shit'

'Go fucking kill yourself'

'Fucking die in a hole'

'FUCKING KILL YOURSELF YOU USELESS FUCK!'

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry"

I'm so sorry

I can't do this anymore

Wake up, Wake up, Wake up

WAKE UP, C'MON WAKE UP

WAKE UP, WAKE UP, WAKE UP!!


WAKE UP!!!


(Readers P.O.V)

The Young boy gave a soft gasp as he threw himself up,  Roger but was to be known in a future life as the Janitor, sat in a dark room, a blanket was covering the lower half of his body, and a pillow laid where his head was a few moments before, "Goddammit, happened again, shit!" he exclaimed, he hated when he got these kinds of dreams. Slowly he got out of the bed, The sound of the ocean travelling throughout the ship, as the giant boat, which he now called his home, rocked back and forth, though it wasn't his IDEAL type of home, it was better than the dark outside world he used to live in. He was grateful that he was taken in by one of the chefs as a kid, but he was actually saved by someone named the ferryman, or something like that.

"Roger!" A deep voice called out, Roger slipped on a long sleeved white shirt and coat as well as some nice trousers and walked to the elevator that lead to the kitchen, "Coming, Dad!" he replied to the call, remember the chef I told you about? Yeah, that's his adoptive dad, he was actually the uncle of two twins, his younger brother was the father, and let's say that he has a COMPLETELY different outlook on Roger than his brother did.

Yeah, if that wasn't bad enough, Roger also has to take care of leeches, look after kids and wrap up meat to send to the chefs, he had a stressful job, but he wasn't allowed higher up in the maw than in the kitchen with chefs.

.....

Overall though, he still loved the Maw being his new home, he didn't seem to hate anything they through at him.

Only thing he couldn't stand though, being called super early in the morning.

So you can only imagine how cranky he was gonna be today....

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