[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 1px solid transparent; height: ; width: 375px;][justify] The small child was absolutely terrified. She had absolutely no idea why her mother had left her here, why she'd abandoned her without so much as an apology, let alone a reason. Although, to be fair, static was broken in so many ways mentally, and she was quite unusual in a few physical ways as well. With severe social anxiety and a naturally timid nature on top of being an only child, she'd never really spoken to anyone, and lacked most social skills. She also suffered from depression, with anorexia stemming from this.
Her thin, small white body was rather fragile; and her pastel sweater was loose on her frail body. Her mechanical, skeleton like fore-paws dug into the ground, and soft sobs escaped from the bundle of messy fur and clothing that was known as Static Grimes. She couldn't stop trembling. She didn't even know how she'd gotten there, as her mother had dropped her off while she'd been sleeping. Lost and alone in this strange place, all Static could to was cry, and hope that someone found her soon.
//note: i will randomly be switching their gender pronouns depending on my mood and muse, but its better to refer to Stat as They/them or she/her