Work Text:
F/N: First Name
F/N knew what he's doing was utter recklessness and foolishness, but he just had to get away. Away from home for good. Drunk parents, careless older siblings, abusive babysitters... it was too much for a 10-year-old boy to handle.
He ran and ran, not caring whether he got lost or not. He knew he eventually would. It's not like his family would ever care about him...
Anyways, F/N realized that he was inching closer towards an old, decrepit building. An extremely tall building. He had to bend his head all the way back just to see the top once he stopped in front of the building.
He felt shivers traveling down his spine as he laid his small hand on the glass door. Slowly opening said door, he tiptoed inside and carefully closed it. He knew what he was doing was a complete risk, but he had nowhere else to stay. He was not planning on remaining out in the cold woods. However, the boy also knew that anything dangerous could still be wandering about in the factory. A rabid animal, a dangerous human, anything like that.
Alas, there was nothing else he could do but fully trust the situation he placed himself in.
He proceeded into rooms without a second thought. F/N felt like he was being watched from everywhere and everything. The factory may have been a fun child's place before, but now it was dreary, abandoned building with who knows what could be staying there. This was the best choice he had on hiding away from his abusive family. He knew if he returned back home, he could possibly get injured or killed. His parents would never forgive for anything ever again. So, it was best that he survived out on his own for as long as a 10-year-old physically can.
The boy turned a corner. He opened a mechanical door with the new equipment he found. Grabby hands. He never thought such a thing could've ever existed. Then... what he saw made him quiver with fear. A tall statue of a fluffy, blue toy stood there in a position that made him look like he was waving to anyone who came in. F/N inched closer to the thing, then noticed a sign in front of it. Huggy Wuggy. What an interesting name. So, the song suggests that he will hug you until you pop. The boy didn't know whether he would've loved a toy like that or not. All he knew now was that he had to stay as far away from Huggy Wuggy as possible.
The boy was always easily scared of everything. Everyone always made fun of him for it, especially his older siblings.
The 10-year-old had to deal with power issues. Surprisingly, it wasn't too much of a difficult concept to figure out. When he exited the power room, Huggy Wuggy wasn't in his spot.
F/N felt as if he was going to cry. And that he did. He knew what he was doing was a complete waste of time. But, the emotions from home and what was happening at that moment became too much for him to deal with. Equipment laid on the floor, he cried into his hands on his knees. Whilst the sobbing occurred, the child didn't notice that a certain somebody was slowly tiptoeing towards him.
When the child was about to give up everything he was going to do to save/protect himself, there were slender, fluffy arms that curled unnaturally around him into a big hug.
F/N's eyes widened.