A Little Bit of Everything

Chapter 9: Platonically Sexual

In that home he had, three to dozens of children, a few hyungs, many fathers, friends, siblings.. he had everything he wanted..

..His slacker life not included.

But now they are all gone.

It's his fault.

Everything is.

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Millenniums.

Another soul scavenger hunt.

In a apocalypse world once again. The same plot for most of his fragments. But he doesn't mind having the same terrain over and over..

He can see the person he likes the most when he enters such setting.

How lucky his other selves are.. how dare they be happy with the man he wants yet here he is, the original soul, collecting himself.

But upon entering the oblivion.. this time it's different..

It's not some feverish dream of unconscious hope..

"Are you going to return my papa? "

He stares at big black eyes. Eyes of an innocent child. Her wavy, blood red hair reaching her shoulders. It looks like it was poorly cut with a blade, the split ends can be seen.

A face that resembles the man he wants. But also having the features he has.

'Is she-?'

What can he tell her? He can't return her papa.

"You are another version of my papa, aren't you?" He watches as the child, he estimates as four to five years old, tie her blood red hair into a short ponytail. Her eyes also watching him. They never left each other's stares. "If you are going to get my papa, can you please wait until I find him? You see, I am quite lost."

She's observant.

Her face seems neutral or a bit stoic.

And she knows something...

It's like seeing a reaper is the same old thing she does to pass some time.

'strange'

He moves closer to the child, observing her every flinch and jump to even the smallest sounds and movements.

She's scared.

Not because of him, but because of the environment she's growing in.

He left the childs eyes for a moment. Scanning the bloody milieu. Monster corpses, rotting humans, torn buildings, smokey air, and.. more disturbing things not meant for a child to see.

He hates it. Thinking about his children, and this child could be biologically his, living in such a place makes him regret things. It makes his tummy turn over, rotate and do the summersaults.

He couldn't save his first children, now he couldn't save his own child.

What type of a father is he?

Biting the inside of his cheeks, he turns his attention back to the child in front of him.

"How long?"

'How long have you been suffering?'

He hates to ask. But he wants too. He needs too.

He's concerned. But he can't voice it out. Who is he in this child's life, anyway? He's just "another version of papa".

"Pardon?"

'How long have you been also tied by the fate of not being free? '

"How long have you witnessed all of this? How old were you when this.. apocalypse started? Why aren't you with Cale?! Why are you away? Have you been eating properly? " He can't hold back his tears. He doesn't like this. Collecting his fragments are alright, but seeing a child suffering is the end of him.