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Bradley
Legacy Name: Baby Bradley

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Custom Angelic Montre
Owner:

Garrus

Age: 11 years, 3 months, 1 week

Born: January 10th, 2013

Adopted: 5 years, 2 months, 2 weeks ago

Adopted: January 30th, 2019

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Statistics

Level: 17
Strength: 48
Defense: 44
Speed: 25
Health: 38
HP: 25/38
Intelligence: 8
Books Read: 8
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Underpaid Art Student Intern

What... what happened? Why was he able to see himself and his mom from a distance? Why were there tears and tension? Everything was so confusing, and he was in as much distress as his mother and grandparents. He tried reaching out to his mother, to put a hand on her shoulder, to comfort her; to no avail. Although there were tears, there was still work to be done... he looked on in longing as he saw his mother get wheeled out of the room on a gurney in a hurried fashion, accompanied by several nurses and and doctor. He glanced over to his grandparents, who were huddled in a corner. His grandmother was sobbing silently while his grandfather held her delicately, allowing some tears to stream down his face as well. Things finally started coming together. There had been a complication, and he was no longer alive.

A couple hours later, the main doctor came back in. The grandparents had dozed off, but they and himself awoke with a start as the intrusion. Something was mumbled about the surgery going well and she was now in a recovery room; they should bring their belongings to the new room. He found himself hovering behind the trio as they switched rooms. He understood that he was no longer alive, but... why was he still here? As if in answer, he suddenly found himself in what could only be described as a serene garden of many colors. The sound of playful laughter filled his ears, though he couldn't quite make out where it was coming from. He felt his body fill with happiness and forget about his sorrows momentarily.
Hello, Bradley.
The sudden voice started him; his deep green eyes darted back and forth, trying to find where the voice had come from, but to no avail.
You have a choice to make. You can either live here, eternally; care-free and always at peak happiness, or you can return to where you just came from for the remainder of your mother's life. You won't be able to interact with her, of course, but she may be able to sense your presence during dark times and find comfort in it.
What kind of question was this? Who would want to live care-free here, and forget about where they had just come from? Were there those who were so heartless? But, almost as soon as he thought it, he felt his concern slipping away rapidly. It must be this place -- it affected whoever was there.
You would be correct. Even being here for a short period of time will make on want to stay here, or at least forget about any worries they had.Bradley tilted his head a little. He hadn't uttered a single word. Come to think of it, he didn't even know any words, yet here was was, thinking and having whole silent conversations with himself and... whoever this voice belonged to. Regardless, he had made up his mind: he wanted to stay by his mother's side to be able to do all he could to comfort her.
Very well. I will see you both at the end of her mortal lifespan, then...
Before he knew it, the setting changed once again and he found himself hovering above his mother's bed. She was extremely pale and sound asleep, with various monitors and tubes hooked up to her. He found that his body had taken on the shape of some sort of animal with wings, to which something in the back of his mind assured him it was normal. With a heavy sigh, he nestled himself in an empty chair across the room and laid in wait, dozing off to his grandmother humming some sort of lullaby.

The next day, after some extensive testing and interviews with a psychologist, she was free to go home. She had obtained a beautifully decorated box of sorts, with a teal ribbon to hold it shut. Inside were booties, a little cap, footprints, an ornament, and a few other small objects that a baby would usually go home with. He heard mention something about a 'Memory Box' when it was being discussed. He also noted that it was harder for him to understand what anyone was saying. Certain words and phrases stood out, but a lot of it sounded like gibberish. His mother returned to her parents' residence and for two days did not exit her room and clung to the Memory Box with a death grip. But, then, life happened -- and she had to return to 'college,' whatever that was. Whatever it was, Bradley thought it was too soon for her to be going out and about again, but unfortunately he could not convey that to her.

Time marched on, and unfortunately, much to his sadness and frustration at being unable to help, his mother dropped out of college, but not before she was booted from the dorms for not having enough full-time credits to remain there, and losing the ability to get to her job. She never spoke of this in detail to her parents or anyone else; one of the many things she kept to herself due to what Bradley could only assume was embarrassment. She moved out from her parents' residence and moved on to the living room rouch of her brother and his wife. For a while, she was jobless and without a vehicle. It was hard to see her doing nothing and hating herself for it. But, a light at the end of the tunnel; she applied for a job in a similar field to what she had been studying for and was able to get it. Things looked like they were going to be going up from here.

As the years passed, she seemed to have less and less episodes where she needed comforting. The bad days were usually around the anniversary of his death. Later on in life, some would scoff at her for being sad or moody over something that happened 'so long ago,' but he would always silently growl at them and eventually karma would bite them in the rear. Bradley was proud of his mom's life; she went through many difficulties at various jobs, went through several heartbreaks before settling down alone, and would often partake in charities and get invited to dress up for kids' birthday parties with some of the costumes she owned. She learned how to be pretty crafty on her own and usually kept to herself. She didn't keep very many friends throughout the years, though a couple would occasionally check in with her to see how things were going.

Near the end of her lifespan, Bradley swore that his mother could tell he was there some of the time, as she seemed more at ease more often now. Despite not marrying or having kids of her own, she had led a productive life and volunteered enough in her years around children to have got enough of the experience. He was proud of her, and he couldn't wait to tell her that. But not before he could sing his variation of the lullaby he had heard the first night of his existence at her. He had heard her sing it numerous times over the years and knew that the best way to greet her would be not only with open arms, but singing softly right back at her. As he pondered the near future, his ears perked up as he heard her sing the song once more, as though she could read his mind:

Love you forever,
Like you for always,
As long as I'm living,
My Bradley you'll be.

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