Word Count : 795

Hermits (Major) : Grian Xelqua, Mumbo Jumbo, TinFoilChef,

Hermits (Minor) : XisumaVoid,

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This A.U will now be called- "Justice Hermits"- due to someone else already majorly using "Poultryman A.U". She  makes really good art on Instagram and Tumblr- I'd go follow her- 👀

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All that played over and over in his ears was the sound of that gun going off. The gun that took both of his guardians right before his very eyes.

Silent tears were free falling down his face and they had yet to stop.

The young winged boy felt udderly numb. Completely unresponsive to the police station activity that was buzzing around him.

"That poor kid, who will look after him?"

"What I'm sure the press is more interested in is who's getting that massive fortune his parents had?"

On occasions he would be able to pick up fractions of different conversations.

They would sometimes be asking for different reports or they would be talking about something completely different.

But what he almost always picked up on were the words of pity that others would say to him. They would say remorses or condolences.

None of them would help him. His parents were already gone, no amounts of pity or prayer would bring them back.

No pity or prayer was also not going to magically place his parents' murderer behind bars where he rightfully belonged.

No prayer that that man begged for was going to save him from-

"This him?"

Grian turned his head up and his tear ruined eyes were met with a tall man in a brown trench coat. On the man's head sat a fedora that mostly covered greying brown hair and completely covered his eyes.

"Yes, this is young Grian Xelqua, sir." An officer replied.

Grian sniffed before wiping his tears away on the sleeve of his own jacket.  "Who are you?"

The man in the trench coat gestured the officer away before crouching down in front of the seated boy. Despite this action, the man's eyes were still hidden behind the rim of his fedora.

"I'm your new friend, Chronicle, Mister Grian."

Grian sniffed again, licking his lips as he just stared at the man crouched in front of him. His little wings shifted now into a more comfortable resting position.  "My... new friend?"

The man- Chronicle- nodded. "Yes. I'm your new friend. I made a deal with your parents and now I'm keeping up my end of it. I'm going to take care of you and hopefully find someone who will continue to do so even when I'm not present."

Grian swallowed. "Someone else to take care of me? So... You're going to find me a caretaker?"

Chronicle nodded once more. "Yeah, like a Caretaker."

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Time Skip
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The whole mansion was cold, but thankfully the master living room had fluffy soft carpet instead of cold polished wood.

"Mister Grian, this is Mumbo Jumbo. You're Caretaker and companion from here on out." Chronicle addressed before gesturing to the other boy to his left.

Right, he was now old enough to essentially take care of himself. But Chronicle had said that he would have someone else caretake over him in his absence.

He wouldn't need a caretaker if his parents hadn't been taken from him, but whatever.

Grian's tired eyes followed the motion and stared for a moment.

This other boy was a couple inches taller than he was. He had black, unkempt hair and stunning red eyes that would make any other aspiring edge lord jealous.

Though one thing that stuck out were the two clipped wings that were pressed against the other's back.

Mumbo stood tall with his hands placed relaxed behind his back. His eyes locked with Grian's and he took a bow.

"Pleasure to meet you, Master Xelqua."

Grian sucked in a breath of air before nodding. "Pleasure to meet you too."

Chronicle muttered a couple of things under his breath before he turned towards Grian. "Mister Grian, how about you show Mumbo around so he can get situated with your place of residence. I've got to leave pretty soon."

Grian nodded in affirmation before he gestured for his new companion to follow him. "Come on then, I'll show you about."

Mumbo obediently did as he was told, catching up with his new master and then falling into step with him.

The two not-so-young-anymore boys left the master living room and turned down the hall, going out of sight from Chronicle.

The old god let out a sigh before he turned his back towards where they both had left.

"Grian now has his caretaker. But Xixuma is going to kill me."

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Fin

Lmao you guys ain't even ready for edgy Poultryman-

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