CURSED!GREGORY STORY! PART 2 [old version]
My name is Maria Anderson and a couple of ritch snobs ruined my life. They made me lose everything I had and I went into a blind rage. I did something I will forever regret. I placed a curse on the youngest child and only son of the couple who made me lose everything. I thought that the couple would still love the child, especially since the curse I ended up placing on the one year old wasn't a really bad one. I was wrong. Very wrong. When I saw the child again, he was six. Instead of the fancy clothes and expensive toys he had when he was one, he was toyless in dirty old rags with bruises and bandages covering his little body. He was malnourished his hair was a tangled mess with dirt in it. I was shocked and horrified to see the couple had done a complete 180. To treat their once beloved child -or any child- so poorly is a special kind of low that I didn't expect them to sink to. I planned to lift the curse and adopt the child but I was killed when I was collecting the things needed to lift that curse. I wasn't mad that I was killed, I was mad because I was killed before I could lift the curse. I was so close. If the assassin hired by a possible past customer of my fortune telling business had come just a day later then I could've lifted the curse and the child could've been taken in by one of my relatives after my passing. My soul was only able to reast after seeing that the poor child was still taken in by a very loving family. One of my relatives even eventually lifts his curse for me. Using magic caused my death so I hope the same thing doesn't happen to any of my relatives. I still feel bad since the poor child was suffering due to my missplaced curse for all those years before he was taken in and freed from the curse. I still died full of regret but I was able to pass on.
Chapter 2: First Meeting
Freddy's p.o.v
It was after hours and I could hear what sounded like a child's footsteps. I decided to follow the sound and I found him tucked away in a courner of a storage room full of boxes. I was horrified at his condition and my system identified several injuries on him. He was malnourished and small for his age. His hair was a tangled mess with dirt in it, his clothes dirty old rags covered in dirt and blood and he was bearfoot. Some of the blood on his clothes was old and some was obviously very new. There was a gash on his chest and three gashes making a large X on his back. There was a cut on his cheek too and all open wonds were blooding. He was covered in dirty bandages that were poorly put on and larg, dark bruises. He was obviously very scared and skittish too so I approached him very slowly while softly assuring him that I mean him no harm. He was shaking so much and must had been in so much pain. If I could cry, I definitely would've been crying in that moment. Once I got close enough to him, I noticed some old cut scars on his arms and legs and a single scar going around his neck. My heart sank even further at that. This poor child.
This poor child is in such a poor state. I've never seen any child or any one else in such a state. I needed a few minutes to regain my composer and was able to cox him into letting me touch him. When I reached out to move his hair out of his face to see the rest of it but I hesitated since he seemed to have flinched. I gently and slowly moved the tangled mess out of his face. There was a big, dark bruise on his forehead and under his eye. His eyes were dark brown with a red hue in them and he still looked at me with fear. "It's okay." I said softly. "Everything is going to be okay." I added and he seemed to nod slightly. I slowly and carefully picked him up, ignoring the blood straying onto me, and carried him to the first aid station. I had to be careful to avoid my friends since they're acting way out of character. I patched him up the best I could then cleaned the stray blood off me. I also replaced the bandages that were already on him. He didn't speak or make a sound but he cling to me like his life depended on it. Tears silently fell down his face uneavenly and I gently whipped away his tears after comforting him the best I could for a while. The child quickly became my new purpose for existing. I had to help him. I had to protect him. My programming demanded it. My heart demanded it. I just couldn't let him go. I just couldn't let him be alone again. He needed me. He desperately needed me. So I stayed. Even when the Pizza Plex was heavaly damaged. I stayed.
I was walking on the side of the road with him sound asleep in my arms. I had wrapped him up in a blanked theamed after me and gave him a plushy of me. He didn't seem to know what to do with the plushy but still hugged it tightly in his sleep. My battery was starting to get low and I was starting to feel too tired to carry on when I noticed a single car driving on the road in my direction. The car went even slower before comming to a stop right before it reached me. A woman got out the passanger side and ran over to me as a man got out the drivers side, leaving both doors of the car open. I accepted their offer to take us both in. I honestly didn't have much of a choice. I needed to recharge and the child needs several things that I just can't provide on my own. I was still haunted by seeing my friends get destroyed and being forced to take their parts. I had no choice and it hurts me so much. Even now. Anyway, the couple let me and the child in their car and let me charge as I rested in the backseat, still holding the sleeping child. I'm still very grateful for Mrs. Angela and Mr. Sirius for taking us both in that day. Mr. Sirius is a CEO of a robotics engineer company so he was able to give me matnance and repairs with ease. He also replace my friend parts with my own parts for me. I rather not remember or even think about how I added my friends parts to myself. I rather forget I even did that. I feel so disgusted with myself even to this day for that. The couple and their relatives were very kind to the child right away too. They were shocked and horrified by his condition when they saw it. They knew his condition was bad they just didn't know how bad it was. They were very patient with him and he warmed up to them pretty quickly. They didn't seem to mind how clingy he was and often carried him around until he regaind the strength to walk on his own. One if the first things they did was bathe him, dress him in proper clothes and re-bandage him. Another one of the first things that they did was enroll him in therapy and get him a hair cut. Now it's six months later and he's gain some weight since he actually eats now. He has his own room and it's still being filled with things. Luan gifted him his necklace as a 'welcome into the family' gift and he always wears it unless he's taking a bath or going to bed. They taught him sigh language and he picked up on it pretty quickly. Gregory is a smart child. A very smart child. He started getting A's as soon as he was enrolled in school despite saying that he's never gone to school before. We taught him all the basics first to get him caught up with everyone else his age of course so it did take a while before he was enrolled in school. His therapy is going well too. I'm proud of him.
Angela's p.o.v
It took some time but Gregory warmed up to me and I taught him sighn language and how to read and write. I still remember the moment he called me 'Mom' for the first time. He did it using sign language and I had just gone to him to let him known that dinner is ready. I was shocked and he repeated it a second time. I hugged him and cried sileny, happy tears. "You can call me 'Mother' if you want to." I said I hugged him. He hugged me back and nuzzled me. I still feel so happy and proud whenever Gregory calls me Mom. I love him as if he's my own flesh and blood and I make sure that he knows that. I make sure to take care of him the best I can I love that he gets along with his sisters so well. My husband feels the same. He also hugged Gregory's and cried when he called him 'Dad' for the first time with sign language. Gregory calls Freddy 'Dad' too so he has two 'Dads' and is very happy with it. My older twin sister is his therapist and he's called her 'Mom' by accident more then once. She's pretty much his second Mom. She's also very motherly by nature. Just like me. We both get it from our own mother, who lives with us as she's wheelchair bound. My father in law lives with us too and he needs to use a cane. Both adore Gregory and consider him they're grandchild. They'd spoil him rotten if I let them. I do let them spoil him though. The poor child deserves to be at least a little bit spoild after what he's been through.
I was very unsure of Gregory and Freddy at first so I kept my distance from them and made sure Bree did too. After learning that neither of them are a threat, I did feel bad for how I treated them. I noticed Gregory trying to hide the scar on his neck and decided to get him a little welcome gift. It was a late welcome gift but only a few days late. Gregory really liked the special necklace I made for him and he wears it every day. It not only hides the scar on his neck but it also lets him speak without using his voice. It's a win-win. Mom, Dad, Freddy, Grandma, Grandpa and Aunt Agatha (Gregory's therapist) were also very happy with it too. They were probably mostly happy because it made Gregory happy. Gregory smiled at me and kissed my cheek when he opened the gift and I swear that his face lit up when he first saw the gift. He later said that he's not used to receving gifts but is very grateful for them. And that he's grateful for us. We're so happy he exists and that he's with us. We're so happy we could make out home feel like a home to him. We're still working on getying him things to put in his room since it's still pretty empty but he doesn't know what he likes so we're helping him try out some new things that we belive he might like.
Okay so that's the end of part 2. Part 3 is very, very unlikely but I said the same about part 2 yet here we are. I still wouldn't hold my breath though if I was you. IF part 3 does happen then it will be far in the future. Hope you liked part 2.








