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name Oliver "Oli"
--doesn't know his last name
gender Male
--he/him pronouns
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pps? nope
--he will grow up
talent lie detector
--can tell when someone's lying
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adoptive parent ;; Rubix
Eyes fluttering open, the chilla looked around to see that he was alone. He was sitting in the dirt, and upon looking behind himself, found that the sun was just rising. So, the chilla thought, seemingly on instinct, that means that's east, that's west, and then there's north and south.
Wait, where had that come from?
Thinking over everything, he realized he didn't even know how he got here, and after searching his mind a little more, he found he didn't even know who he was.
Oliver. The name flashed through his mind, before leaving behind a sense of familiarity at hearing the word. That must have been his name, what else could it be, after all?
He began replaying any memory he might have in his head, anything that might let him know who he was, but found nothing but the past several minutes.
He let out a frustrated grunt, rolling his eyes at his, what seemed to be, amnesia, and stomped his foot a bit to get his anger out.
But something made him stop moving, and he froze. A rustle in the bushes, it could have been anything really, but something told him it wasn't. Another chilla, perhaps?
His suspicions were proved right when the light of the rising sun caught on to something, what seemed to be a skull. Before he could make a move, the chilla had jumped out of the bushes and tackled him.
"Who are you?" she snarled. She was older than him- an adult, and seemed to be battle hardened, and ready for a fight, but she did realize he wouldn't pose as any sort of threat, right?
"O-Oliver," he managed to whimper, his fright seemingly calming down the chilla.
"Not a demon," he could've sworn he thought she muttered under her breath, before standing up and allowing him to do the same. "Sorry about that, you never know who could be dangerous. You were looking pretty angry, and who goes into the forest alone at night?"
Oliver, once he got over his surprise, mustered up courage to respond, "Look who's talking."
She let out a laugh, and she seemed different than the chilla he had just encountered, it was a bit carefree. "I like you, kid. I'm Rubix."
Oliver smiled, before blurting out a question, "Why'd you tackle me?"
She shrugged, "Like I said, you could be dangerous."
"B-but I'm not. I mean, look at me! I'm like, 8, or something."
"Appearances can be deceiving, and what d'you mean 'or something'."
"Well-er, I don't really know how old I am. Or who I am, at all, really. I know nothing."
She nodded slowly, before mumbling, "And I thought I'd seen everything."
"So...." He drawled on.
"You can come with me, if you'd like, although I see why that could be seen as a bit shady. You seem to be like me. Maybe."
Although the young boy had no idea what she meant, he decided to trust her, being the oblivious chillabun he was. Thankfully, in this situation, it was a decision that turned out to be the right one, and he has benefited from it.
"Err, okay."
The two didn't need to talk to know that they were going to get along fine, or fine-ish, as Rubix led the pair out of the forest.
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Rubix and Oliver's relationship has never been chocked full of feelings, hugs, and kisses, but it isn't what you'd call professional. In fact, their relationship is more of a friendship where one chilla benefits more than the other, Ollie being the one to get more out of the relationship. But Rubix does enjoy the company, and the many arguments the pair have are humorous to the both of them. It is often that they disagree on something, but the worst that could happen would be the pair breaking into playful banter (Oli using sarcasm, a bad habit he picked up from none other than Rubix).
Overall, they aren't your typical parent child duo, but the two are happy enough to actually have someone they can talk to that they don't worry about dumb stuff like whether or not you fit the status quo. And even if the thought has occurred to them, it's never been brought up, as it's simply irrelevant.
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"Rubix, Rubix!"
She was at his side, a worried expression on her face, because no matter how many times she joked about leaving him on the side of the rode somewhere, there was a reason she had adopted him (Hint: Not because she hates him).
"Yeah kid?"
"I know who I am, I had a dream!"
A second away from snapping at him, telling him that dreams didn't actually come true, she sighed, nodded, and looked at him to continue.
"I-I was falling. From the sky. I know who I am now. I'm from the sky!"
Rubix felt herself chuckle drily, before ruffling up his hair, "Sure ya are kid, sure ya are."
Using that fifth sense of his, Oli could tell she was lying, but decided not to mention it. He'd be fine.
Little did he know, however, that somewhere around him (not near in our terms, but by the scale of the whole universe) there were a chilla, maybe even two, worried about their lost child.
Little did he know, however, the old him, the one with his memories, would have been proud to see him where he was now. He never was happy with his parents and what they wanted him to be, anyway.
Little did he know, however, that in this life, where he was slowly getting his memories back, he was far better off.
Little did he know, however, that for the first time ever, he was happy.
Truly happy.
