1000 word Commission for  grandsword1

Part two coming soon.


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It’s late. Very late. The day is almost gone, the rain, which has been coming down now for a very long time shows no signs of stopping anytime soon either. You are alone, cold, wet, and very much afraid.
No one comes to this part of town, not ever since everything out this way just kinda closed down. No one’s sure why it did either mind you, but slowly over the course of a month or so all these businesses that had been open longer than anyone could remember just closed down and the people left.
There are many old buildings over here, factories, houses, the old train station, even an abandoned school and hospital. Some people say this part of town was abandoned because of ghosts, others say there was a disease, others still say that just being over here causes people to feel... uneasy.
Regardless, you’re here now. In the bad abandoned part of town that no one goes to. You keep coming here, whenever you’re sad. Even in the best weather it’s quiet over here, but now the rain makes everything all the more silent.
You’ve taken cover inside the broken down station, trying to get out of the bitter rain, you don’t want to be here, you don’t want to go home, you don’t want to be. They say trains still pass through here from time to time, you’ve got nowhere to be, perhaps you’ll wait for one to come along.
The bench you’re curled up on is hard, you look up. A train has arrived. Did your crying drown out the noise? How could you not have noticed? You don’t care. You run to the train and climb into the passenger car. Into the back of it, you sit on a bench quickly, trying to hide.
“Are you alright?” a voice asks you. It’s the first time anyone’s ever done so. You look to pin the voice to a face, and there in the isle, is an orange dragon like creature, it’s small, barely three feet tall, in a garish outfit, looking like a miniature T-rex. “Are you alright?” it asks again.
“No!” You tell it, “No no no!” You curl up again in the seat, crying some more.
“What’s wrong? Can I help? Please, calm down.” he’s being so nice.
You tell him about everything that happened. The accident nearly a month ago, how it left you with your handicap. The incident today that revealed your shame to everyone around you. How they all mocked and ridiculed you, how you had no one to turn to for comfort. You even tell him your secret desires for things to be more simple. How much you truly wish for the chance to just relax in a way that everyone else would just mock and ridicule you more over. When you are done, he seems almost... understanding.
He doesn’t pressure you, he just let’s you cry, as he sits next to you on that train. Eventually you finish, and he grabs your hand.
“My name is Syrus,” he says, “and I’m going to give you exactly what you want.”
You feel as if you can trust him, and he tugs at your hand, leading you to the door to the next car. As he opens the door you notice the room he leads you to, a large, messy, blue walled nursery. It’s filled with toys and clothes, scattered coloring books and several plushies. You swear you saw one of them move slightly. There are also cribs, large cribs much bigger than needed for any baby, and an equally oversized changing table. That table is where he first leads you.
It’s roughly as tall as you are, but he opens a side door for you, revealing a small staircase he has you climb to the top.
“Lay down,” he asks, “lay down and hold still!”
Upon doing so you hear him push some buttons, suddenly mechanical arms emerge from the side of the machine and begin taking off your clothes. Upon completion they pull out a large light blue diaper from the stockpile, and slide it under your legs. A large puff of powder is sprayed upon you before the rather thick diaper is firmly taped shut.
Next came the shirt, light blue as well, with a simple yellow ducky on the front, it’s a bit oversized, but nowhere near large enough to cover the diaper. The arms then lift you up and set you on the ground next to your friend.
“There now. Some nice dry clothes, and a clean diaper!” he says handing you a green blanket. “You might be a bit cold still, so here.”
You take the blanket and hold it tight, it’s soft and warm, and just feels nice to hold...
“C’mon man, let’s get you something to eat, eh? You must be starving.” he gives a little laugh, and in turn you smirk. You’re starting to feel safe, for the first time in a long time....
He leads you through another door, this time to what looks more like a suburban kitchen than a dining car on a train. There’s an oversized high chair next to the fridge, he gestures for you to sit in.
It takes a bit of climbing and a bit of a struggle, especially with a particular foreign obstacle that you now have between your legs, but you manage up there, where the table shuts itself on you.
After a quick rummage through the fridge, he pulls out a large bottle and hands it up to you. Without thinking or asking, you drink. It’s quite good, but doesn’t taste like milk. Oddly you were hungry before, but as you quickly gulp down the bottle you find yourself no longer being so.
You give a loud burp as you finish your meal “Woah,” Syrus laughs as he helps you down. “Nice one.” He notices the clock on the wall, “My, look at the time.” He says, going back to the nursery. You begin to follow him through the door, but he stops you and hands you a pair of dry pants.
“Heh, everyone will be home soon, perhaps now’s not the time for you to meet them. But hey, feel free to come back anytime, alright?”