Character Profile: Oscar

image

Name: Oscar (He doesn’t know his last name)

Age: 20 (He’s 2 years younger than Sam)

Height: 3.25″ at the most

Species: Borrowers/Littles

Eye Color: Brown

Hair Color: Brown

Gender: Male

Known Abilities: One of the sneakiest littles around owing partially to his small frame, pretty accomplished climber (though not as speedy as Sam thanks to his shorter body), weaving and sewing clothes that are easier for the small folk to move around in

Oscar is a survivor, and has made it to adulthood despite the odds saying he shouldn’t.

Background: Oscar grew up in a little motel in Breckenridge, Colorado. He never knew his father, and his mother never talked about him. His mother was teaching him the skills he needed to survive at their size, but when he was around seven years old, she went out for supplies and never returned. After that, Oscar had to pick up his learning on his own, going out for supplies and food by himself despite his extremely timid nature. He never grew out of that, but he became very good at surviving despite the bad luck thrown at him.

Quote: Why… why are you hanging around with a human?

Th-the thunder’s a lot louder out here than in the walls.

Artwork by Heartstores

Breakfast of Champions

neonthewrite:

image

This one, as shown in the picture, came in to @brothersapart, but I had an idea for the Food and Monsters storyline, Oscar’s original home.

Timeline: The morning after the end of Salads and Sulfur


It was unusual for Oscar to care about how much he overslept. His routine for his entire life had been to sleep when he was tired, and after helping Sam and Dean Winchester hunt down a demon, he’d gone to bed exhausted. The day before ran together in a long chain of scary events, many of which he’d witnessed from inside a pocket.

Oscar hadn’t yet had time to come to terms with everything, and he was already in the vents, wandering back toward that room. Back to the odd pair of brothers he’d befriended despite how crazy they could be.

If his memories were to be believed, their insanity had rubbed off on him.

In spite of himself, he was glad to hear a familiar gruff voice filtering into the air ducts. They were still there, even though he’d slept into the morning. He found that he wouldn’t even mind if breakfast was gone already. He could at least see them off before they left.


See the rest on Archive of Our Own along with the rest of the Salads and Sulfur story!