Rose and Her Creator

Author Note: This is Non canon to Rose but it's in Becca's timeline.

Story
Rose was hanging out in her room just watching Tik Tok. She was 15 and wished she could change her past.

“I want to change my past and maybe my life would be different. I would still have my mother and father, I wouldn’t be such a jerk to people, and I could just be an ordinary kid,” she said.

She stood up when a bright light nearly blinded her. She covered her eyes and a woman that looked a lot like her showed up in front of her.

“Hello, Rose,” the woman said.

“Hi? Who are you,” Rose asked, looking at the woman.

“I heard you want to change your past,” the woman said.

“That I do but who are you?”

“I’m Kendra and I can help you.”

“How? How are you going to do that?””

“You need to find your creator.”

“Creator?”

“You were made by a 15-years-old girl in New York. She made you and she can change you.”

“No, I was made by my parents. I want you to show me this girl,” Rose demanded, grabbing her badge and gun.

“Okay, I will show you her,” Kendra said, while a cloud of gray surrounded Rose.

“Oh-no,” Rose said, before disappearing.

* *   *   *
Rose woke up in some kind of room. It was a bright teal color with white and black things around the room. It was very clean and everything was all picked up.

“What an ugly room,” Rose said, looking around the room.

“I’m going to get your computer! I need you to sign in so you can write more ,” someone shouted from the other side of the door.

“Oh-no! I gotta get out of here,” Rose said, grabbing a computer off the desk. “This is how I change it.”

She climbed out the window at the same moment that a boy walked into the room.

“Hey! Get back here,” the boy shouted, watching Rose leave the room. He had a sweatshirt and jeans on. He also had white sneakers with black stripes and a black shirt under his sweatshirt.

“Sorry to leave so soon but I have things to do,” Rose said, holding the computer up to show him.

“That’s Becca’s! Give it back to me,” the boy said, running over to Rose.

She ran onto the roof and slid into the snow pile next to the house.

“You’re going to freeze out here,” the boy called out, rushing over to her.

“So, what? I can handle it,” Rose said, jumping over another snow pile.

“I’m serious! You have shorts and a T-shirt on! You’re going to freeze out here!”

She didn’t listen until a huge gust of wind pushed her forwards. She turned around and there was a ton of snow and wind coming their way.

“Get down!” The boy yelled, pushing Rose against a snowbank on the side of the road. “Hang on!”

The wind blew a ton of snow on top of them and buried them. They could push the snow off since the wind was blowing even more on them.

* *   *   *
At the house a girl came into the teal room and looked around. She looked in the closet and under the bed.

“Henry? Where are you? Come on, this isn’t funny,” the girl said, as a small boy watched in.

“Becca, are you okay,” the little boy asked.

“Have you seen Henry, Ryder?” Becca asked, looking around some more.

“He came up here to get your computer,” Ryder said.

“Well, it’s gone so maybe he’s down stairs,” Becca said, pointing to her desk. “What did you do?”

“Why do you ask?”

“He came to me when you did something,” Becca said, crossing her arm in front of her.

“Oh, well I…accidently let your dog out the front door,” Ryder said, looking at his feet.

“You bet go get my dog. I don’t want anything to happen to her.”

“Okay.”

“Take Maybell with you,” Becca said, with Gray Husky coming over to her.

“Come Maybell. We have work to do,” Ryder said, walking outside.

He walked around and called for Becca’s dog named Winnie. He shouted as the Husky smelled around in the snow.

“Ruff! Ruff,” Maybell barked, stopping in front of some footprints.

“What is it,” Ryder asked, walking over to the pup. “Woah, someone is dumb if they are playing outside.”  He looked at how there were two sets of footprints and how they overlapped each other.

“Hm…one looks like Henry’s sneakers and one looks like someone else,” Ryder thought, before speaking. “Follow them girl!”

“Ruff! Ruff,” Maybell said, running next to the tracks. Ryder saw a brown dog running to him as fast as it could.

“Winnie, door!” Ryder demanded, while Maybell started to dig into a snowbank. “Maybell, what do you have girl?”

Winnie ran to the house as Ryder got on his knees next to Maybell. He started to dig in the snow and found something brown. I touched it with his hands and felt more of something under the snow.

“Maybell, keep digging,” Ryder demanded, uncovering more of this thing in the snow.