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Y'ALL REMEMBER WHEN I POSTED THE POLL ON IF I WERE TO DRAW PICTURES ACCORDING TO SONG LYRICS, WHICH SONG SHOULD IT BE AND MOST OF YOU CHOSE LOST BOY BY RUTH B? NO? WELL THIS IS PART OF IT!
LADIES, GENTS AND THOSE WHO DON'T HAVE VENTS ACCORDING TO THOSE GENDERS- I GIVE YOU THE FIRST LYRIC!

"There was a time when I was alone..."

I felt that this lyric best fit an OC of mine named Wyatt.

Why? You may be asking

Well because Wyatt has had some... Daddy issues, parental issues all together honestly.

Wyatt was (and still is) four years old when he was living with his father, and abusive mother (WOMAN CAN BE ABUSIVE TO, IT'S NOT ALWAYS THE MAN OF THE HOUSEHOLD WHICH IS THE COMMON STEREOTYPE AND I DON'T UNDERSTAND WHY). The father was very caring of Wyatt, almost never leaving the house to go to work because if he wasn't there to take the beating, Wyatt's mom would be beating him instead. The one time his father did manage to leave the household for only an hour, and this left Wyatt to his own devices, and that was the day Wyatt gained a scar across the bridge of his nose. Normally, his mother never left permanent marks but coming home to see this, his father couldn't take it anymore. With that said, Wyatt's father packed their most important belongings early that morning (around two or so), woke up Wyatt and ran away to the next state over. He managed to buy an apartment room with what little money he had (mentioning the fact that he basically sacrificed his work just so his wife wouldn't hurt Wyatt) and they called it home for the next month or so. His father desprately tried earning enough money to support himself and his son but he couldn't do it anymore. With low income, and few places that were willing to hire him (they'd accused him of beating Wyatt so they like HAH- NO WE AIN'T HIRING YOUR PIECE OF SHIT SELF) he no longer could stabley support Wyatt. A few days passed before he, in a panic, came up with an idea. If he can't support Wyatt, someone else can. Someone much better than himself...

That day he took Wyatt out into the halls of the apartment to play a few rounds of hide and seek.

"Okay Wyatt, it's your turn to count! Face... Face the wall, and cover your eyes and count to ten for me, while I hide." His father said. Wyatt couldn't see it but his father seemed to be silently holding back tears.

"I know I know dad!" Wyatt said, wobbling to the wall with his pink plush teddy bear he took everywhere, covering his eyes before loudly counting. "One!... Two!... Three!..."

Wyatt's father had tears silently streaming down his face. He did dearly love Wyatt and wanted what was best for him, of which he was not.

"Four!... Five!... Six!..."

He backed away slowly from his son, before turning and racing to leave the apartments, he wasn't worried about taking anything with him, he had grabbed what was bare necessities before leaving to play with Wyatt which was his car keys and what money he had at home.

"Seven!... Eight!... Nine!..."

He zoomed out of the apartment doors, fleeing to his car, and taking off to the road. After taking a deep breath and cruising on the road he looked at the back seat... Wyatt's carseat... And a pile of pictures of Wyatt and him beside it. What had he done?

"How could I do this? How could I abandon a child? HOW COULD I ABANDON MY OWN BELOVED SON?"

"Ten!!!" Wyatt turned around, and booked it around the small area of the apartments his father allowed them to play in but he was nowhere to be seen. Wyatt grew anxious and double checked, maybe his dad just hid better this time?

After 45 minutes of searching their playing grounds several times and even began to wonder the whole floor of the apartment Wyatt sat down at the end of a hall, curled into a ball, hugging his teddy bear and crying, and this is where his new life started...

AHHHHHHH OMG WYATT IM SORRY I GAVE YOU A SAD BACKSTORY AND MADE YOU SADDDDDD BUT DON'T WORRY I CRIED THE WHOLE TIME WRITING THAT.

Incase you cared, Wyatt is a Lion x Cheetah hybrid, his mom was a beefy loin and his dad was a fit, scrawny cheetah.

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Y'ALL REMEMBER WHEN I POSTED THE POLL ON IF I WERE TO DRAW PICTURES ACCORDING TO SONG LYRICS, WHICH SONG SHOULD IT BE AND MOST OF YOU CHOSE LOST BOY BY RUTH B? NO? WELL THIS IS PART OF IT!
LADIES, GENTS AND THOSE WHO DON'T HAVE VENTS ACCORDING TO THOSE GENDERS- I GIVE YOU THE FIRST LYRIC!

"There was a time when I was alone..."

I felt that this lyric best fit an OC of mine named Wyatt.

Why? You may be asking

Well because Wyatt has had some... Daddy issues, parental issues all together honestly.

Wyatt was (and still is) four years old when he was living with his father, and abusive mother (WOMAN CAN BE ABUSIVE TO, IT'S NOT ALWAYS THE MAN OF THE HOUSEHOLD WHICH IS THE COMMON STEREOTYPE AND I DON'T UNDERSTAND WHY). The father was very caring of Wyatt, almost never leaving the house to go to work because if he wasn't there to take the beating, Wyatt's mom would be beating him instead. The one time his father did manage to leave the household for only an hour, and this left Wyatt to his own devices, and that was the day Wyatt gained a scar across the bridge of his nose. Normally, his mother never left permanent marks but coming home to see this, his father couldn't take it anymore. With that said, Wyatt's father packed their most important belongings early that morning (around two or so), woke up Wyatt and ran away to the next state over. He managed to buy an apartment room with what little money he had (mentioning the fact that he basically sacrificed his work just so his wife wouldn't hurt Wyatt) and they called it home for the next month or so. His father desprately tried earning enough money to support himself and his son but he couldn't do it anymore. With low income, and few places that were willing to hire him (they'd accused him of beating Wyatt so they like HAH- NO WE AIN'T HIRING YOUR PIECE OF SHIT SELF) he no longer could stabley support Wyatt. A few days passed before he, in a panic, came up with an idea. If he can't support Wyatt, someone else can. Someone much better than himself...

That day he took Wyatt out into the halls of the apartment to play a few rounds of hide and seek.

"Okay Wyatt, it's your turn to count! Face... Face the wall, and cover your eyes and count to ten for me, while I hide." His father said. Wyatt couldn't see it but his father seemed to be silently holding back tears.

"I know I know dad!" Wyatt said, wobbling to the wall with his pink plush teddy bear he took everywhere, covering his eyes before loudly counting. "One!... Two!... Three!..."

Wyatt's father had tears silently streaming down his face. He did dearly love Wyatt and wanted what was best for him, of which he was not.

"Four!... Five!... Six!..."

He backed away slowly from his son, before turning and racing to leave the apartments, he wasn't worried about taking anything with him, he had grabbed what was bare necessities before leaving to play with Wyatt which was his car keys and what money he had at home.

"Seven!... Eight!... Nine!..."

He zoomed out of the apartment doors, fleeing to his car, and taking off to the road. After taking a deep breath and cruising on the road he looked at the back seat... Wyatt's carseat... And a pile of pictures of Wyatt and him beside it. What had he done?

"How could I do this? How could I abandon a child? HOW COULD I ABANDON MY OWN BELOVED SON?"

"Ten!!!" Wyatt turned around, and booked it around the small area of the apartments his father allowed them to play in but he was nowhere to be seen. Wyatt grew anxious and double checked, maybe his dad just hid better this time?

After 45 minutes of searching their playing grounds several times and even began to wonder the whole floor of the apartment Wyatt sat down at the end of a hall, curled into a ball, hugging his teddy bear and crying, and this is where his new life started...

AHHHHHHH OMG WYATT IM SORRY I GAVE YOU A SAD BACKSTORY AND MADE YOU SADDDDDD BUT DON'T WORRY I CRIED THE WHOLE TIME WRITING THAT.

Incase you cared, Wyatt is a Lion x Cheetah hybrid, his mom was a beefy loin and his dad was a fit, scrawny cheetah.