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Children are put into foster homes for many reasons, whether it be dead guardians, abuse, or simply the parents or guardian is incapable of care. Although, I suggest if you don't like book of blood, gore, and angst. I suggest you turn away now.
Oh....?You're still here. Well, your choice not mine.
This all starts with two boys. One at the age of 14 the other 16. Of course something had to have caused them to be in foster care, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵? What was it that made these boys life so 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦? But first... 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺? Wilbur whoms deadname was William Gold, And Ranboo Ender (made up last name). Both of which were mute. Wilbur was forcefully mute, his foster-father had slit his throat at the age of nine. Ranboo was selectively mute. His birth mother and father had been murdered by a man who said "don't speak or mommy and daddy will be very mad."
Now, hearing about such person might make one sick. But If I were you I'd be sick as well. Sick would usually mean ill or unwell but in this story it means " Not able to understand the motives of one who abuses a child"
But now moving on to the present...
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"Ranboo? Wilbur?"
'Yes Mrs.Puffy?'
"Hi dears, I have good news!"
Wilbur signed 'What?'
"Your bieng sent to another fosterhome!"
'Another...? What about the last one...!?' Ranboo signed.
'Listen, I know you've had bad experiences with this before but trust me, nothing will ever happen like that again I promise!"
'YOU SAID THAT LAST TIME!'
𝚃𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛
Ranboo was braiding a little girl named Anastasia's hair as she admired a painting he had made a while back. Wilbur on the other hand had been playing some songs for the kids in a different room. "Ranboo Wilbur come to the office with your things please."
Wilbur quickly shoved his guitar into its case and grabbed his bags as Ranboo hugged and wiped away Anastasia's tears.
"Hello, your foster father is here."Mrs.Niki had said.
'Does he have a wife or lover?' Ranboo asked.
"Oh, uhm. No I don't." The man said. Wilbur nor Ranboo had been to a home with someone who spoke and understood sign language. 'You understand sign?' Wilbur signed. "Yes my wife was mute actually, selectively. She hadn't spoke since she was four and it killed her vocal chords." Phil said glaring at the tattoo of the name Kristin on his arm.