Karl

The sun was already out, watching the city from the above as the citizens were vaguing to their occupations. Under the lead of Jordan Johnson, the economy was rolling perfectly, no war was in sight, racism was at its lowest point for 2 years. Walking through the gray rock streets, fruit basket in hand, a 9 year old boy with slightly long curly brown hair was going to the market to buy bread and then go home. He had this routine every Thursday as a favor to his parents, he was home schooled, so he had no friends to play with at the end of the day. Once he arrives in front of the kiosk, he puts two golden coins in the baker's jar before grabbing the fresh bread of his choice and putting it in his bag.

The young boy gives a little wave to the lady as he leaves the place to head for home. Some people were riding their bikes, some girls were dancing rope, some boys were playing marbles. He saw them doing it every day, wondering how to play it or how to make friends. The young boy had been known to help out the adults in town when he could, his mother had taught him well to help the elders and his fellow man.

On his way up Amber Street, he saw a middle-aged man with a woman, probably his wife, with a bunch of luggages and around 6 children with them, helping to take the things outside, some were younger, some the same age and some older than the little boy. It made him curious to know why such a big family would move out right now, and if they needed help too. So, he stops to walk towards the man and ask him;
— Where are you guys going? Isn't it pleasant enough to live in Manberg?

The married man turns around with a young baby in his arms to look down at him, a little smile on his face. He recognized the little boy who helped everyone in the city as a hobby. He gave the child to his wife who was making sure everyone was staying around.

— My friend has built me a bigger house for our orphelena. We received two little ones a week ago and we will need more space for them, he answered.
— You make a home for orphans? That's so cool! Can I help? I'm sure I could be useful, the young boy joyfully says to the man, a bright smile on his face.

Philip took a minute to think about it, he was young yes, but he could be helpful to make the introverts open up more to have a younger friend around them. He gave a glance to his wife, who listened, and seemed pretty much happy to hear someone would help them with the kids.

Finally, he agreed and left a letter to the little boy's parents, saying he would be leaving with Father Phil's Orphans Home, also stating that the boy will of course come back home for school. The young boy helped to transport the luggages with the two adults while they walked through the never ending green field surrounding the main city. Once they arrived, the little boy looked at the tall mansion waiting for them with stars in his eyes. Even if he was young, he felt like this was his vocation. He helped to put the backpacks into every single room before he encountered one young boy sitting on his bed, alone, in his room while the others were running around and playing in the toy room.

He felt bad so he entered the room to ask him why he would stay alone like this, maybe he was shy, or he didn't want to speak to the others at all. The young boy was wearing a blue and gray beanie on his head, with small black hair coming out from the sides of it. The tips of his fingers were orange, as well as the tip of his nose. The brown haired boy calmly sat beside him and asked;
— Why are you here all alone? Don't you wanna play with the others?

The boy stayed silent, observing the floor. Deep down he really wanted to go with the others but something was stopping him; he didn't know how to become friends with people. He never had any. Embarrassed, the older one adds;
— You don't have to stay silent, you know, you can talk to me, I'm not gonna hurt you.

After that, the young hybrid looks up to the boy by his side, almost like if he received the gift he always wanted on Christmas. A small smile appeared on his face and he answered;
— I can talk?

The question seemed dumb at first, but when he learned more later, it genuinly seemed like a realy question.
—Yes you can talk to me, what's your name? The brown haired boy asks back.

— Quackity, the hybrid says.
— Quackity? My name's Karl, nice to meet you, the young boy says with a smile.
— Quackity, yes that's me, that's my name, nice to meet you Karl.

That's all it all started.