- Chapter 95 - More Soulmate Stuff lol (Cause Stage likes writing it) -
Warnings: Abuse, injuries, blood, burns, crying
Modern AU
Third Person POV

Spot woke up in a room that wasn't familiar to him.

Because he was tired, it took him a few minutes to realize where he was.

Oooh, today is the day I live for a day in my Soulmate's world.

I wonder if I have more than one, Spot realized something.

If he did have more than one, it'd be more days, till he had spent a day in each of his Soulmates' bodies.

Spot shrugs it off. It's not a time to figure that out. He tells himself.

He smiles.

He was actually pretty excited for this.

Spot looks down at his arm.

Words were written on it; the words that would give him a clue as to who his Soulmate is.

Antonio Higgins
Age: 15
Birthday: December 16th

Spot smiles to himself. Antonio Higgins.

Sounds cute.

Today is gonna be a good day.

Elsewhere

Albert shot up in his bed, soaking wet.

He heard snickers from around him.

He looks around.

There were multiple boys around him, all wearing red.

"Where am I?" Albert mumbles, his eyes wide.

Realization hit him and the boys at the same time.

"Oops." A brown-haired boy laughs. "We accidentally gave Spot's Soulmate a wet wake-up call." He states.

The other boys around him laugh.

Albert purses his lips. "Soulmate-Switch day... right." He says.

The boys laugh again.

Albert looks down at his arm.

Sean 'Spot' Conlon
Age: 17
Birthday: August 19th

Albert smiles. Spot, huh?

Like a puppy?

"Alright, hello." A boy in front of Albert starts. "I'm Ace, Spot's Second in Command." He informs him.

Albert looks up at him, confused. "Second in Comma-" he stops. His eyes widen. "Spot Conlon?! Oh my God!" He exclaims.

Ace stares at him. "You know him?" He asks.

Albert nods quickly. "I'm one of Jack's Newsies." He informs him.

"Oh dang." Another boy mutters, staring at Albert.

"Aren't almost all of them taken?" One of the boys mutters.

"My boyfriend is." Three boys comment in unison.

"One of you is definitely Hotshot, and then Red and Dice." Albert states, looking between them. "I'd assume you're Red." He comments.

Red chuckles, nodding.

"Hotshot." The brown-haired boy informs him.

"Dice." He raises his hand.

Albert nods. "I'm Albert; the redhead who's usually annoying Blink or Finch." He informs them.

"The one he thought was cute?!" One of the boys exclaims.

Everyone else shot him looks.

He quickly covered his mouth.

Albert smirks to himself. "Hey, thanks." He laughs.

The boys around him chuckle and laugh.

These guys are nice.

Spot Conlon being my Soulmate tho, Albert's eyes widen when he realizes something. "I'm Spot for a day." He mutters.

The boys around him laugh again, some of them patting his shoulder and stuff.

"Come on," Ace stands up. "We can get you clothes that he'd usually wear." He tells Albert.

Albert nods, standing up and following Ace.

A different place

Antonio woke up in a place that was unfamiliar to him.

After a night of barely any sleep, he had fallen asleep for five minutes and now, he wasn't in the room he had fallen asleep in.

He wasn't in his house.

To say Antonio was panicking was an understatement.

It's Soulmate-Switch day.

That means my Soulmate is stuck with my dad.

They don't know anything about him, what happens if he hurts them?

That won't hurt them for long, but they'll figure out where I live.

I'd get in so much trouble if he found out.

Race didn't realize he was hyperventilating until tears streamed down his cheeks.

He suddenly realized how hard it felt to breathe.

Jack quickly runs into the room.

Blink had gone to get him when he saw Albert having a panic attack after waking up.

Jack quickly kneels down next to the bunk. "Al, Al, hey," he starts quickly, looking over him.

'Albert' looks up at him, his eyes widening and fear flooding them when he meets Jack's eyes.

Why does he look so sca- something hit Jack.

Not literally, but realization hit him.

Albert switched with his Soulmate.

Jack quickly turns to Blink. "Get Crutchie, Specs, Knobs, and JoJo." He tells him.

Blink nods, quickly running to grab those people.

Jack turns back to 'Albert'.

In Queens, New York City

Today was not going to be a good day.

Spot realized that quickly.

After some searching, he had found a mirror and gotten to look at his Soulmate

And his Soulmate was cute.

Very cute.

But that's besides the point.

His Soulmate's body was littered with bruises, burns, and cuts/blood. His small, fragile body was very hurt.

Spot was having a hard time walking.

He had taken notice that the house his Soulmate was living in was pretty broken.

Not just figuratively.

Then, Spot had made the bright decision to leave his room.

When he left, he walked into a living room where an old man was drinking beer.

Bad sign.

It was literally 8am.

"Good, you're up, boy." The man grunts out. "Get me breakfast." He tells him.

Spot's eyebrows furrow.

The man looks up at him. "Why do you look so clueless, boy?" He asks him. "I gave you a simple instruction. Are you an idiot?" He snaps.

Spot shakes his head.

"Good." The man leans back against the couch. "Make me food, Anthony." He tells him.

"His-" Spot stops. "My name is Antonio." He tells him.

That seemed to anger the man.

Spot gulps. Oh God...

I have a feeling I know where he got all of these bruises.

In Brooklyn, New York City

Albert walks with Ace.

"Since it's Saturday, we don't have school." Ace tells Albert.

Albert chuckles. "I'm glad."

Ace laughs when he realizes how that sounded. "And we really just hang here on Saturdays." He informs Albert.

Albert nods. "I won't have to do anything King-like, right?" He asks, making sure. "I don't play the leader role very well and I'm not sure Spot wants me to mess anything up." He states.

Ace chuckles. "I'll handle anything that comes up, but it should be a calm day." He informs him.

Albert nods again. "Thanks, Ace."

Ace smiles, nodding. "Sorry for your wake-up call." He chuckles weakly. "Had we known it wasn't Spot, it wouldn't have happened."

Albert shrugs, chuckling. "That's happened to me a lot because of my brothers. Don't worry about it." He tells Ace.

Ace laughs, nodding.

Albert smiles as he looks around.

They're really nice.

I still can't believe my Soulmate is Spot Conlon, that's crazy.

What if we have more than one?

That got Albert thinking.

In Manhattan, New York City

It took Jack a few minutes to calm Albert's Soulmate down, but he eventually did it.

By that point, Blink was back with Crutchie, Specs, Knobs, and JoJo.

Antonio looks down at his arm.

Albert DaSilva
Age: 16
Birthday: March 12th

He inhales slowly.

"Hi." Jack meets Antonio's eyes. "What's your name?" He asks.

They know I'm not Albert, Antonio thinks to himself, his eyes widening.

I can't tell them.

I need to get out of here.

Antonio opens his mouth to speak, but couldn't seem to get more than a few stammered 'I's out.

"It's alright." Jack shoots him a reassuring smile. "Take your time. I promise you're okay." He assures him.

"Can I go to the bathroom?" Antonio chokes on his words, looking panicked.

Jack looks back at Specs.

Specs shrugs.

Jack looks back at Antonio. "Course." He gets up.

Antonio gets up, his legs feeling a little wobbly. He managed to keep himself upright.

Jack showed him to the bathroom.

Immediately when Antonio stepped into the bathroom, he locked the door.

He looks at himself in the mirror.

He had to admit, his Soulmate was good looking.

Antonio smacks himself. Quit thinking like that. You know what your father says, Soulmates are stupid and will only hurt you. He thinks to himself.

He hated thinking like this, the little hope in him draining every time he did, but he had to.

Life was a game of survival and if Antonio wanted him and his Soulmate to survive, he couldn't get attached.

Race quickly opens the window.

It was about a two story drop from the window outside, but he could make it.

And he could climb down a little bit.

Race looks at the bathroom door one last time, before taking a deep breath and jumping out of the window.

He just had to hide for today.

With Spot

Spot was in his Soulmate's room after the beating he had gotten.

He was mad.

He wasn't just mad, he was angry.

He was furious.

His Soulmate was getting hurt, daily, because of their father.

All Spot wanted to do was save them.

And he had a way he could.

Spot grabbed a bag, a very torn up bag, but it was a bag and it would do the job.

He quickly grabbed a few of the pictures in the room, the only clothes his Soulmate owned, and a few other things that looked like they were important to his Soulmate.

After doing that, he grabbed a paper and a pencil and went over to the window.

He threw the window open.

Spot looks back at the room one more time, before climbing out of the window.

He didn't know where he was, but he could find a place for his Soulmate to hide out long enough for Spot to be able to find him the next day.

Spot was going to save them if it was the last thing he ever did.

With Albert

Albert laid on his Soulmate's bed.

His day had been really calm.

He really liked Spot's friends/siblings, they were nice.

He had nothing to complain about, just that he was tired after a long day.

He was excited to see what the next day would bring him.

Tomorrow'll be a good day, no matter if it's another Soulmate-Switch or not.

Albert closes his eyes, content with his life and everything else.

With Race/Antonio

Antonio ran as fast as he could, which was admittedly pretty fast, even if he was in his Soulmate's body.

His Soulmate could find his way back to his home later, but Antonio had to get out.

He didn't want to give information to them or deal with anything.

He couldn't right now.

He was mentally apologizing over and over again.

I'm sorry for leaving.

I'm sorry I can't be your Soulmate.

I'm a terrible person and so is my dad.

You'd hate me.

I'm sorry, tears stream down his cheeks as he runs.

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Yes, I'm aware I have requests to write, but I'm on break. Let me write in peace, brain!