• Cautions: Spoilers to a book I probably will never have the time to write, My AU, Major Spoilers to Destruction, Headcanons

• Trigger Warnings: Mentions of Child Abuse, Minor Slavery, Slight Mentions of Depression

• Reminders/Quick Notes: Non canon fact- Milo's a Former Proxy of Zalgo, but this took place in the past so the events occuring here was when Milo was still a proxy.

♥ • Incase if anyone can't read the title • ♥

♥ Ship: Milo The Electrocuted x Rose The Flower Girl (smoll headcanon name for Rose :D )

♥ Title: Life Like His

♥ Type: Past, Platonic, Pretty Deep, Angst to Fluff,

♥ Persepective: Rose

♥ • Life Like His • ♥

"Following the steps of a Zalgo proxy means you'll have to brace yourself." He warned me in a serious voice, even managing to stay the same calm guy he is.

"I'm not following your footsteps." I claimed. Clearly, I wasn't interested in becoming my father's enemy's proxy. But seeing an actual proxy in front of me, made me wonder how much torture are they actually put through and how much pressure are they under.

"I'm not saying to follow my lead." Milo had stop walking. "I'm saying that your following me." He turned around and suddenly, a thousand embarassing strikes hit me. I felt like wanting to bury myself or cover myself behind my obnoxiously long hair.

"Where are you even going?" I said, trying to change the subject. "The other proxies are right there and here you are walking off." I felt cringe saying that.

Even for a few seconds had I take the time to want to cover myself with dirt and die right there, even though logic says I'm already dead. But I'm pretty sure atleast half of the teenaged girls today wanted to cover themselves up and do the same thing. Now, here I was wondering what I had just said, embarassed and humiliated at the fact Milo probably thinks I'm acting like his mom now.

He only let out a chuckle before speaking, "Hold on there, Flowers." 'Flowers' a nickname he had unexpectedly given me one week ago when we met. I always found it strange someone like him would nickname me into something so cute. "Are you really expecting me to be in charge of already responsible kids who have years of training under a demon?"

"Well, maybe."

I spoke. But I really wish I didn't. "What about you? Shouldn't you be with your sisters?" Something about the way he was speaking to me made me feel like he was teasing me.

"It's fine." I responded.

"Exactly what I was thinking."

He left me speechless for a while. He always gave that mysterious look that gave people a sign he was someone not to be messed with. But despite all the "serious" things he would do, that small teasy side of him meant that he was someone who still had playfulness inside.

"To be honest, I don't even know why I'm here." I admitted. I looked down hoping that'll make this moment less awkward that it already was. The ground was always something people just had to befriend whenever being in an awkward situation or even a troubled one. "Or why I'm in this place."

I tressured every time he looked at me, even if it was for the smallest things. Something about him made me happy why I was here, even if this place was brutal and filled with cruelty. I caught myself looking up.

"Why did you come?" Milo had ask. "I mean...you do know how dangerous this place is." He pointed out. He was right anyways. This place was far more dangerous than anyone in the mansion can think.

"Look around you, Rose." Milo spoke. "Demons crawl everywhere, waiting for their next victim. Underworld creatures lurk around each shadow, and once they catch sight of you, they won't have any mercy in eating you." He threatened.

But for some reason I wasn't as scared as I was anymore. Even how dead these trees are and how dangerous these creatures were, my sisters' safety was all that mattered to me. But their only one of the things I'm worried about.

Yes, there was father and mother back home, but these poor kids under the rule of Zalgo. It scared me on even how much struggle and torture Zalgo put them through. Especially the fact their only minors like me, with childhoods that are probably already broken. And from there, I can't even imagine how worried Milo is with his little brothers.

For long I had bare the thought that worrying for a Zalgo proxy appeared in a bad way, well, to most of the people in the mansion. I don't what it was but hopefully it isn't what I think it is, but these guys seemed far more different then most of the cruel, brutal, and sadistic proxies. And they certainly don't look like their enjoying any of this.

"I'm not scared." I finally spoke. "But I am with the safety for my sisters." I gulped. "And..."

"...life like your's."

Another awkward moment of silence came before Milo started laughing. I raised an eyebrow, completely unexpected at Milo laughing.

"You know, Rose." He chuckled. "I don't like you, but I can't always hate you either."

"What do you mean?"

"I'm not making fun of you or anything." He assured. "But why? Out of all people? Should you have to be worried about a Zalgo proxy?"

"Well, why shouldn't I?" I asked as polite as I can.

"I'm just saying. Maybe your wasting your time on being worried for an enemy." He said as I raised a brow. "You shouldn't be worried anyways. I have years of nothing but training and-"

I cut him off. "Just because your far more skilled than me doesn't mean I don't worry about you!"

"So you think about me?"

I could feel a smirk on his face. But with someone like Milo, it's impossible to tell. "Not like that." I assured, feeling a blush on my cheeks. "Just saying."

Lie.

"Whatever you say." He said. Milo turned around and continued walking while I followed like a dog. I didn't mean to keep following him, but something about him made me not want to stop.

I felt like a stalker just following this guy. Especially since I had no idea what to say besides my concern for his well being as a proxy and the fact that my sisters and I were trapped in The Underworld.

I wanted to change the subject so bad. But nothing else could pop into my mind besides the reason I was actually here: Lazari. But that's something I wouldn't want Milo or the others to know yet.

"Should I even be worried?" I asked.

As soon as I said that, he stopped walking. Milo didn't turn to look at me, instead he faced the ground while I awkwardly stood there, rethinking my question.

"Life like mine's is something you wouldn't want to learn more about." He had finally said after a moment of silence. My embarassed feeling dropped once he said that. "You don't need to know anything about what actually goes on in that castle, and why exactly they happen."

I gulped. This intelligence of his, and the amount of smart things he had done in order to keep a reputation of a trusted clever person, hadn't been used to recognize the fact I knew what goes on in that castle.

"I don't know if that helps your question, but I certainly hope it will." Milo spoke. He didn't bother to turn around, he still kept looking down.

He left with those words.

I stood there studying all the things we just talked about: the torture, the concern, everything. He thought I couldn't see the fact that those things happened to him and the other proxies behind the castle doors.

But I do. I've realized things like that before, and I can realize it again now. Besides,

This isn't the first time it happened.

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♥ • Milo The Electrocuted- Cupcake889

♥ • Rose- LizzBizzLikesPie