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[ask-lucy-the-demon]

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[demons-and-knights]

(hands Arthur this quote)

Arthur, attempting to decipher a Demonic Ritual filled with Evil Magicks: A large pentagram on the floor, an altar, a large black kettle, and a black robe.

Lucy, who Refuses to take him seriously: A pointy hat, a broomstick-

Arthur: -HEY MAN-

Lucy: -Three newts-

Arthur: -This is serious-

Lucy: -A lizard tongue, EYEBALL-

Arthur is Displeased. “Of course that creature would do such a thing. It has no dignity.”

[ask-lucy-the-demon]

“>:) /th”

[exploding-jet]

The child was just. sitting on top of a dumpster, exhausted and comepletely curled up.

-Lucy <3

A child, in his alleyway? More likely than he thought. The bombhead tilted his head slightly, somewhat confused by the sight. He walked up to her, gently poking her forehead.

[ask-lucy-the-demon]

"!-" She flinched at the touch, one eye opening to see who touched her. It was dad? A bombhead, sadly not one that seemed familiar at all. She sighed and rubbed her eyes, red and puffy from crying. "D-do you... Need something?"

[exploding-jet]

His eyes narrowed slightly at her appearance, somewhat concerned. Children weren't usually crying in his alleyways, or in alleyways in general, and he'd put together than when they did, it wasn't particularly a good thing.

"... In Jet's home. Is... Child ok?"

[ask-lucy-the-demon]

She shook her head 'no'. "...mm-mm." She curled back up a moment after, whimpering a little.

[exploding-jet]

The bombhead stilled, thinking of what to do. Then, he gently picked her up, pressing her slightly against the fabric of his sweater.

"Hugs make better!"

[ask-lucy-the-demon]

Her eyes widened, before she just... slumped into it, starting to cry again. Her wings came out, wrapping around him as much as possible. Warm...

[exploding-jet]

The child was just. sitting on top of a dumpster, exhausted and comepletely curled up.

-Lucy <3

A child, in his alleyway? More likely than he thought. The bombhead tilted his head slightly, somewhat confused by the sight. He walked up to her, gently poking her forehead.

[ask-lucy-the-demon]

"!-" She flinched at the touch, one eye opening to see who touched her. It was dad? A bombhead, sadly not one that seemed familiar at all. She sighed and rubbed her eyes, red and puffy from crying. "D-do you... Need something?"

[exploding-jet]

His eyes narrowed slightly at her appearance, somewhat concerned. Children weren't usually crying in his alleyways, or in alleyways in general, and he'd put together than when they did, it wasn't particularly a good thing.

"... In Jet's home. Is... Child ok?"

[ask-lucy-the-demon]

She shook her head 'no'. "...mm-mm." She curled back up a moment after, whimpering a little.

[exploding-jet]

The child was just. sitting on top of a dumpster, exhausted and comepletely curled up.

-Lucy <3

A child, in his alleyway? More likely than he thought. The bombhead tilted his head slightly, somewhat confused by the sight. He walked up to her, gently poking her forehead.

[ask-lucy-the-demon]

"!-" She flinched at the touch, one eye opening to see who touched her. It was dad? A bombhead, sadly not one that seemed familiar at all. She sighed and rubbed her eyes, red and puffy from crying. "D-do you... Need something?"

[explosive-biohazard]

A small child sat up against the base of a tree, knees against her chest, and weakly sobbing between shakey breathes. What had happened to her. She thankfully didn't look physically injured, but was obviously very distressed.

-@ask-lucy-the-demon

Viper hadn’t been expecting to find a tiny sad child, but they seemed to really like going into the woods for some reason. Maybe it was the quiet, or the lack of humans that made it such an attractive place for distressed young people. But now he was faced with the problem of a child who was sad, and that was a problem he knew how to help with. He slowly crawled closer, looking as nonthreatening as possible as he moved on all fours. “Rrrrr..? Hello? Small?”

[explosive-biohazard]

"...At this point, would it be us being the hunter? It'd- it'd just be us protecting ourselves."

She nuzzled back, her voice cracking.

"We need to fight back. We can't- we can't keep living like this. I don't know who m-might be picked off next if we don't fight back, and, and I don't want to."

She nodded at his words. That was a concern.

"Mhm. We don't need to give them more excuses."

A gentle nod. “Is where it gets fuzzy… Am scared to cross the line.” He had killed so many on accident, from being so startled he thought they were a threat, he… He nodded again, snuggling closer. “Is scary, too scary. Are right, needs to change. Don’t know if mine know where I am, but others do. Try to hurt friends. Is bad.” So many people hurt, so much destruction, and for what? To kill creatures who were doing just fine only a day or two ago? Who were stressed and backed into a corner and forced to fight back by the very people who wanted to get rid of them? “Lost so much. Lost so many. Don’t… don’t want anyone else to lose either.” Every. Single. Sibling. He was the only one.. the oldest, the strongest, the one who should have been able to protect them. …and he was all that’s left. His grip on her tightened. “They don’t deserve what they have.” They ruined lives, families, worlds, they didn’t deserve to stand on their pedestal of ‘morality’. They didn’t deserve to have so much freedom when they were the ones taking it from everyone else. They didn’t deserve to not have to worry about a sudden chase with no warning, to not have to constantly leave everyone they loved behind. Not until they changed, until they stopped hurting and started to heal. Until then… “Let them know our pain.”

[ask-lucy-the-demon]

At his words, they nodded and nuzzled into him. No more, she had enough.

"It's so bad, none of us should have to go through what we already have, and what we'll keep going through if nothing changes."

A small, angry grin came across her face, tears forcing themselves back as a growl festered in her chest.

"They will know our pain. They have to. If they're gonna hunt us, let's give them a reason to truly fucking fear us."

And she'd find a way to bring back those they'd all lost. Through any means necceary. she had to.

[explosive-biohazard]

He nodded with a slight growl, the tip of his tail lashing. “Will keep friends safe. Keep family safe. No more running.” Couldn’t hide forever, not with so many. He would give them a chance, but there were only so many chances he could give. If they came after his family they would die. …eventually.

[ask-lucy-the-demon]

"No more running."

For a moment, she looked tired, but then boom front switch. alter murder plan time

"No. more. running. Let's show them what we can do. We chould head back to my place to plan and gather supplies, figure out our targets, and people we could recruit."

[explosive-biohazard]

“Uh.. ok?” Oh the child had plans? He was just going to hiss and scratch and bite if he saw a mean cloud. Plans were good probably. “Are smart~” Praise for she! Smart and good! He has immediately switched into older brother mode-

[ask-lucy-the-demon]

They go <:) at that. lucy does too just internally because not in the front-

"Then let's get going, hm?"

A hand gets extended to viper, a portal leading to Lucy's room behind opening them.

[explosive-biohazard]

A small child sat up against the base of a tree, knees against her chest, and weakly sobbing between shakey breathes. What had happened to her. She thankfully didn't look physically injured, but was obviously very distressed.

-@ask-lucy-the-demon

Viper hadn’t been expecting to find a tiny sad child, but they seemed to really like going into the woods for some reason. Maybe it was the quiet, or the lack of humans that made it such an attractive place for distressed young people. But now he was faced with the problem of a child who was sad, and that was a problem he knew how to help with. He slowly crawled closer, looking as nonthreatening as possible as he moved on all fours. “Rrrrr..? Hello? Small?”

[explosive-biohazard]

"...At this point, would it be us being the hunter? It'd- it'd just be us protecting ourselves."

She nuzzled back, her voice cracking.

"We need to fight back. We can't- we can't keep living like this. I don't know who m-might be picked off next if we don't fight back, and, and I don't want to."

She nodded at his words. That was a concern.

"Mhm. We don't need to give them more excuses."

A gentle nod. “Is where it gets fuzzy… Am scared to cross the line.” He had killed so many on accident, from being so startled he thought they were a threat, he… He nodded again, snuggling closer. “Is scary, too scary. Are right, needs to change. Don’t know if mine know where I am, but others do. Try to hurt friends. Is bad.” So many people hurt, so much destruction, and for what? To kill creatures who were doing just fine only a day or two ago? Who were stressed and backed into a corner and forced to fight back by the very people who wanted to get rid of them? “Lost so much. Lost so many. Don’t… don’t want anyone else to lose either.” Every. Single. Sibling. He was the only one.. the oldest, the strongest, the one who should have been able to protect them. …and he was all that’s left. His grip on her tightened. “They don’t deserve what they have.” They ruined lives, families, worlds, they didn’t deserve to stand on their pedestal of ‘morality’. They didn’t deserve to have so much freedom when they were the ones taking it from everyone else. They didn’t deserve to not have to worry about a sudden chase with no warning, to not have to constantly leave everyone they loved behind. Not until they changed, until they stopped hurting and started to heal. Until then… “Let them know our pain.”

[ask-lucy-the-demon]

At his words, they nodded and nuzzled into him. No more, she had enough.

"It's so bad, none of us should have to go through what we already have, and what we'll keep going through if nothing changes."

A small, angry grin came across her face, tears forcing themselves back as a growl festered in her chest.

"They will know our pain. They have to. If they're gonna hunt us, let's give them a reason to truly fucking fear us."

And she'd find a way to bring back those they'd all lost. Through any means necceary. she had to.

[explosive-biohazard]

He nodded with a slight growl, the tip of his tail lashing. “Will keep friends safe. Keep family safe. No more running.” Couldn’t hide forever, not with so many. He would give them a chance, but there were only so many chances he could give. If they came after his family they would die. …eventually.

[ask-lucy-the-demon]

"No more running."

For a moment, she looked tired, but then boom front switch. alter murder plan time

"No. more. running. Let's show them what we can do. We chould head back to my place to plan and gather supplies, figure out our targets, and people we could recruit."

[explosive-biohazard]

A small child sat up against the base of a tree, knees against her chest, and weakly sobbing between shakey breathes. What had happened to her. She thankfully didn't look physically injured, but was obviously very distressed.

-@ask-lucy-the-demon

Viper hadn’t been expecting to find a tiny sad child, but they seemed to really like going into the woods for some reason. Maybe it was the quiet, or the lack of humans that made it such an attractive place for distressed young people. But now he was faced with the problem of a child who was sad, and that was a problem he knew how to help with. He slowly crawled closer, looking as nonthreatening as possible as he moved on all fours. “Rrrrr..? Hello? Small?”

[explosive-biohazard]

"...At this point, would it be us being the hunter? It'd- it'd just be us protecting ourselves."

She nuzzled back, her voice cracking.

"We need to fight back. We can't- we can't keep living like this. I don't know who m-might be picked off next if we don't fight back, and, and I don't want to."

She nodded at his words. That was a concern.

"Mhm. We don't need to give them more excuses."

A gentle nod. “Is where it gets fuzzy… Am scared to cross the line.” He had killed so many on accident, from being so startled he thought they were a threat, he… He nodded again, snuggling closer. “Is scary, too scary. Are right, needs to change. Don’t know if mine know where I am, but others do. Try to hurt friends. Is bad.” So many people hurt, so much destruction, and for what? To kill creatures who were doing just fine only a day or two ago? Who were stressed and backed into a corner and forced to fight back by the very people who wanted to get rid of them? “Lost so much. Lost so many. Don’t… don’t want anyone else to lose either.” Every. Single. Sibling. He was the only one.. the oldest, the strongest, the one who should have been able to protect them. …and he was all that’s left. His grip on her tightened. “They don’t deserve what they have.” They ruined lives, families, worlds, they didn’t deserve to stand on their pedestal of ‘morality’. They didn’t deserve to have so much freedom when they were the ones taking it from everyone else. They didn’t deserve to not have to worry about a sudden chase with no warning, to not have to constantly leave everyone they loved behind. Not until they changed, until they stopped hurting and started to heal. Until then… “Let them know our pain.”

[ask-lucy-the-demon]

At his words, they nodded and nuzzled into him. No more, she had enough.

"It's so bad, none of us should have to go through what we already have, and what we'll keep going through if nothing changes."

A small, angry grin came across her face, tears forcing themselves back as a growl festered in her chest.

"They will know our pain. They have to. If they're gonna hunt us, let's give them a reason to truly fucking fear us."

And she'd find a way to bring back those they'd all lost. Through any means necceary. she had to.

[explosive-biohazard]

A small child sat up against the base of a tree, knees against her chest, and weakly sobbing between shakey breathes. What had happened to her. She thankfully didn't look physically injured, but was obviously very distressed.

-@ask-lucy-the-demon

Viper hadn’t been expecting to find a tiny sad child, but they seemed to really like going into the woods for some reason. Maybe it was the quiet, or the lack of humans that made it such an attractive place for distressed young people. But now he was faced with the problem of a child who was sad, and that was a problem he knew how to help with. He slowly crawled closer, looking as nonthreatening as possible as he moved on all fours. “Rrrrr..? Hello? Small?”

[ask-lucy-the-demon]

Lucy's tail was curled around herself, stroking her own leg up and down in an attempt soothe herself. When she heard Viper's voice, her eyes flicked to him for a moment, before looking back to the ground and squeezing shut. Another version of dad. Why did he have to die? Why why why why wh-

"..."

...She continued to cry.

[explosive-biohazard]

He chirred softly and padded forwards. It slowly leaned next to her in an attempt at comfort, not saying a word. He knew that look, that pain in her eyes. He wished he didn’t, but he knew.

[ask-lucy-the-demon]

Once he leaned against her, Lucy's eyes widened for a moment, before shutting again as a whimper came from the child. She leaned into the bombhead, not able to bring herself to speak. It just... hurt.

[explosive-biohazard]

He nuzzled her gently, curling around her a bit. He just.. held her. Hold the small child gentle. “Know how much it hurts..”

[ask-lucy-the-demon]

Lucy curled up in his arms, burying herself into his chest, and her wings wrapped around him. She couldn't seem to stop shaking, tears falling down her face.

"...I 'wan my dad back..."

[explosive-biohazard]

He nodded, completely curling around her and gently petting her. Small… “I know. Is unfair, shouldn’t have happened, but did. Am sorry..”

[ask-lucy-the-demon]

She sobbed, her breath hitching.

"It's n-not fair..! I want my dad back, I want my dad back, I w-waNT MY DAD BA-HA-HACK! Why- wh-why couldn't ha-have it been me!?"

She clung onto Viper, sobbing much louder than before. She felt so... bad. Dad was gone and she couldn't do everything and it all was crashing down and she didn't know how to make it stop and she just... she just... she...

[explosive-biohazard]

“I know.. I know…” He nuzzled them gently. “Isn’t fair, I know..” He curled his tail lightly around her waist and chirred softly. “Is so hard when family is gone..” He started to tear up.

[ask-lucy-the-demon]

Her breathing got more frantic, the child not being able to go five seconds without her breath hitching, or her hiccuping. She just- AUGH! None of this was okay! In between sobs, her tone got more... frustrated, yet still full of intense anguish.

"I didn't do anything to deserve this! Hex didn't, Virus didn't, Red didn't, and he certainly didn't, no matter what that peice of SHIT cloud has to say about it..!"

She was practically wailing at this point, a shakey growl eminating from her chest.

[explosive-biohazard]

A cloud, a cloud, of course it was a fucking cloud-! He growled and curled around her protectively. “Didn’t deserve. Clouds always think are right. Not right, wrong. Very wrong.” Always with the telling them they weren’t people and the wanting to hurt-! “We are people and deserve to live no matter what clouds say.”

[ask-lucy-the-demon]

"Like, I think the Updike that killed him didn't want to but thought he had to! Which is almost worse 'cause it means someone fooled him!"

None of this was fair, none of it! Dad didn't deserve to die, no anomaly deserved to die for being an anomaly.

"Y-yeah W-we're people, no- no matter what! It's all so stupid! Stupid stupid stupid!"

She shouted as loud as she could, her voice echoing throuhout the woods.

[explosive-biohazard]

He nodded, petting their hair soothingly. “Clouds not good at being nice, believe bad people and think they know what right.” It was the worst thing about them, how they were so absolutely convinced they knew better about you than even yourself. How they thought they knew who you were, what you were, how you would act and the horrible things they thought you might do. He shook his head harshly, bringing her closer. “Yes! Are people, are all people and no one can say anything else. ‘Greater Good’ is wrong and stupid and bad!”

[ask-lucy-the-demon]

"Mhm! It's so unfair! They're so unfair!! "

This was all so stupid, stupid and wrong and stupid and WRONG! She sobbed a couple more times, still crying.

"It's all so bad!! They want us dead and get suprised when we fight back? Of course we fight back! They would too, if they were us!"

[explosive-biohazard]

“Yes!! Are right, clouds are stupid and bad and wrong. Are all mean and lying, even if not know it.” He snuggled the small creature. “Are worth more than they say.”

[ask-lucy-the-demon]

"it's all so stupid! Why... why do we put up with this?"

She snuggled into him, A mix between a growl and a sob coming from her.

"I-if they're g-gonna-" *sob* "gonna try an' k-kill us either w-way.. Then l-let's..."

She breathed in, trying to calm herself.

"Let's give them a reason- a reason to be afraid of us."

[explosive-biohazard]

It hummed. “We.. don’t want to be monsters. Don’t want to hurt when we know how bad it is to be hurt. Let ourselves be hunted because… don’t want to be the hunter.” He didn’t, at least. He didn’t want to be what they thought he was, didn’t want to hurt when he knew the damage it did to you. It nodded and nuzzled her gently. “Need to stand up for ourselves. Are so scared that… don’t fight back when we need to.” Maybe he was just talking about himself. He chirred softly. “Carful though. Not want to hurt nice people on accident.” He… had problems with that too.

[ask-lucy-the-demon]

"...At this point, would it be us being the hunter? It'd- it'd just be us protecting ourselves."

She nuzzled back, her voice cracking.

"We need to fight back. We can't- we can't keep living like this. I don't know who m-might be picked off next if we don't fight back, and, and I don't want to."

She nodded at his words. that was a concern.

"Mhm. We don't need to give them more excuses."

[explosive-biohazard]

A small child sat up against the base of a tree, knees against her chest, and weakly sobbing between shakey breathes. What had happened to her. She thankfully didn't look physically injured, but was obviously very distressed.

-@ask-lucy-the-demon

Viper hadn’t been expecting to find a tiny sad child, but they seemed to really like going into the woods for some reason. Maybe it was the quiet, or the lack of humans that made it such an attractive place for distressed young people. But now he was faced with the problem of a child who was sad, and that was a problem he knew how to help with. He slowly crawled closer, looking as nonthreatening as possible as he moved on all fours. “Rrrrr..? Hello? Small?”

[ask-lucy-the-demon]

Lucy's tail was curled around herself, stroking her own leg up and down in an attempt soothe herself. When she heard Viper's voice, her eyes flicked to him for a moment, before looking back to the ground and squeezing shut. Another version of dad. Why did he have to die? Why why why why wh-

"..."

...She continued to cry.

[explosive-biohazard]

He chirred softly and padded forwards. It slowly leaned next to her in an attempt at comfort, not saying a word. He knew that look, that pain in her eyes. He wished he didn’t, but he knew.

[ask-lucy-the-demon]

Once he leaned against her, Lucy's eyes widened for a moment, before shutting again as a whimper came from the child. She leaned into the bombhead, not able to bring herself to speak. It just... hurt.

[explosive-biohazard]

He nuzzled her gently, curling around her a bit. He just.. held her. Hold the small child gentle. “Know how much it hurts..”

[ask-lucy-the-demon]

Lucy curled up in his arms, burying herself into his chest, and her wings wrapped around him. She couldn't seem to stop shaking, tears falling down her face.

"...I 'wan my dad back..."

[explosive-biohazard]

He nodded, completely curling around her and gently petting her. Small… “I know. Is unfair, shouldn’t have happened, but did. Am sorry..”

[ask-lucy-the-demon]

She sobbed, her breath hitching.

"It's n-not fair..! I want my dad back, I want my dad back, I w-waNT MY DAD BA-HA-HACK! Why- wh-why couldn't ha-have it been me!?"

She clung onto Viper, sobbing much louder than before. She felt so... bad. Dad was gone and she couldn't do everything and it all was crashing down and she didn't know how to make it stop and she just... she just... she...

[explosive-biohazard]

“I know.. I know…” He nuzzled them gently. “Isn’t fair, I know..” He curled his tail lightly around her waist and chirred softly. “Is so hard when family is gone..” He started to tear up.

[ask-lucy-the-demon]

Her breathing got more frantic, the child not being able to go five seconds without her breath hitching, or her hiccuping. She just- AUGH! None of this was okay! In between sobs, her tone got more... frustrated, yet still full of intense anguish.

"I didn't do anything to deserve this! Hex didn't, Virus didn't, Red didn't, and he certainly didn't, no matter what that peice of SHIT cloud has to say about it..!"

She was practically wailing at this point, a shakey growl eminating from her chest.

[explosive-biohazard]

A cloud, a cloud, of course it was a fucking cloud-! He growled and curled around her protectively. “Didn’t deserve. Clouds always think are right. Not right, wrong. Very wrong.” Always with the telling them they weren’t people and the wanting to hurt-! “We are people and deserve to live no matter what clouds say.”

[ask-lucy-the-demon]

"Like, I think the Updike that killed him didn't want to but thought he had to! Which is almost worse 'cause it means someone fooled him!"

None of this was fair, none of it! Dad didn't deserve to die, no anomaly deserved to die for being an anomaly.

"Y-yeah W-we're people, no- no matter what! It's all so stupid! Stupid stupid stupid!"

She shouted as loud as she could, her voice echoing throuhout the woods.

[explosive-biohazard]

He nodded, petting their hair soothingly. “Clouds not good at being nice, believe bad people and think they know what right.” It was the worst thing about them, how they were so absolutely convinced they knew better about you than even yourself. How they thought they knew who you were, what you were, how you would act and the horrible things they thought you might do. He shook his head harshly, bringing her closer. “Yes! Are people, are all people and no one can say anything else. ‘Greater Good’ is wrong and stupid and bad!”

[ask-lucy-the-demon]

"Mhm! It's so unfair! They're so unfair!! "

This was all so stupid, stupid and wrong and stupid and WRONG! She sobbed a couple more times, still crying.

"It's all so bad!! They want us dead and get suprised when we fight back? Of course we fight back! They would too, if they were us!"

[explosive-biohazard]

“Yes!! Are right, clouds are stupid and bad and wrong. Are all mean and lying, even if not know it.” He snuggled the small creature. “Are worth more than they say.”

[ask-lucy-the-demon]

"it's all so stupid! Why... why do we put up with this?"

She snuggled into him, A mix between a growl and a sob coming from her.

"I-if they're g-gonna-" *sob* "gonna try an' k-kill us either w-way.. Then l-let's..."

She breathed in, trying to calm herself.

"Let's give them a reason- a reason to be afraid of us."

[ask-lucy-the-demon]

Updike was just sitting outside a cafe, relaxing as he sipped on his hot cocoa while his two kids were inside getting some sweets.

He glanced around and noticed a small child that seemed to be completely by themselves. Not only that, but they seemed really upset. Maybe they were lost?

Updike put down his drink and went over to Lucy.

”excuse me, but are you ok?”

-@fatherly-cloud

Lucy was just sitting on a dumpster near the end of the alleyway, having ran out of tears to cry. God. damnit. Why couldn’t it have gone different? That’s when Updike approached? She was on edge instantaneously. Fuck it, if they were going to treat her kind like they were guilty until proven innocent, she was going to do the same to them. She scooted a little bit away from him, looking at him with suspicion as her tail flicked left and right.

“…I’m fine.”

[fatherly-cloud]

Updike didn’t move from where he was.

“Are you sure? You’re on your own.”

[ask-lucy-the-demon]

“…’m sure. Wh-why does it even m-matter to you?”

Lucy’s voice was full of suspicion. She didn’t trust him, she couldn’t trust him, that was clear. Nor could she keep eye contact for more than a few seconds before looking away.

[fatherly-cloud]

“Because you seem really upset…“

Updike sounded genuinely concerned.

[ask-lucy-the-demon]

"Y-yeah, and? It doesn’t matter.”

She didn’t know if this was a trick or not, some Updikes were amazing liars. That was not a risk she was willing to take. She was not letting her family fall victim to another one.

[fatherly-cloud]

“yes it does. Your feelings matter just as much as anyone else’s.”

Well, looks like he’s using his soft, fatherly tone now. He always seemed to eventually use it when it came to children. A bit of a habit.

[ask-lucy-the-demon]

"...Those tricks aren't gonna fuckin' work on me."

They honestly said that so quietly it'd be a miracle if Updike heard more than say, 2-3 words of what she had said. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes, again.

[explosive-biohazard]

A small child sat up against the base of a tree, knees against her chest, and weakly sobbing between shakey breathes. What had happened to her. She thankfully didn't look physically injured, but was obviously very distressed.

-@ask-lucy-the-demon

Viper hadn’t been expecting to find a tiny sad child, but they seemed to really like going into the woods for some reason. Maybe it was the quiet, or the lack of humans that made it such an attractive place for distressed young people. But now he was faced with the problem of a child who was sad, and that was a problem he knew how to help with. He slowly crawled closer, looking as nonthreatening as possible as he moved on all fours. “Rrrrr..? Hello? Small?”

[ask-lucy-the-demon]

Lucy's tail was curled around herself, stroking her own leg up and down in an attempt soothe herself. When she heard Viper's voice, her eyes flicked to him for a moment, before looking back to the ground and squeezing shut. Another version of dad. Why did he have to die? Why why why why wh-

"..."

...She continued to cry.

[explosive-biohazard]

He chirred softly and padded forwards. It slowly leaned next to her in an attempt at comfort, not saying a word. He knew that look, that pain in her eyes. He wished he didn’t, but he knew.

[ask-lucy-the-demon]

Once he leaned against her, Lucy's eyes widened for a moment, before shutting again as a whimper came from the child. She leaned into the bombhead, not able to bring herself to speak. It just... hurt.

[explosive-biohazard]

He nuzzled her gently, curling around her a bit. He just.. held her. Hold the small child gentle. “Know how much it hurts..”

[ask-lucy-the-demon]

Lucy curled up in his arms, burying herself into his chest, and her wings wrapped around him. She couldn't seem to stop shaking, tears falling down her face.

"...I 'wan my dad back..."

[explosive-biohazard]

He nodded, completely curling around her and gently petting her. Small… “I know. Is unfair, shouldn’t have happened, but did. Am sorry..”

[ask-lucy-the-demon]

She sobbed, her breath hitching.

"It's n-not fair..! I want my dad back, I want my dad back, I w-waNT MY DAD BA-HA-HACK! Why- wh-why couldn't ha-have it been me!?"

She clung onto Viper, sobbing much louder than before. She felt so... bad. Dad was gone and she couldn't do everything and it all was crashing down and she didn't know how to make it stop and she just... she just... she...

[explosive-biohazard]

“I know.. I know…” He nuzzled them gently. “Isn’t fair, I know..” He curled his tail lightly around her waist and chirred softly. “Is so hard when family is gone..” He started to tear up.

[ask-lucy-the-demon]

Her breathing got more frantic, the child not being able to go five seconds without her breath hitching, or her hiccuping. She just- AUGH! None of this was okay! In between sobs, her tone got more... frustrated, yet still full of intense anguish.

"I didn't do anything to deserve this! Hex didn't, Virus didn't, Red didn't, and he certainly didn't, no matter what that peice of SHIT cloud has to say about it..!"

She was practically wailing at this point, a shakey growl eminating from her chest.

[explosive-biohazard]

A cloud, a cloud, of course it was a fucking cloud-! He growled and curled around her protectively. “Didn’t deserve. Clouds always think are right. Not right, wrong. Very wrong.” Always with the telling them they weren’t people and the wanting to hurt-! “We are people and deserve to live no matter what clouds say.”

[ask-lucy-the-demon]

"Like, I think the Updike that killed him didn't want to but thought he had to! Which is almost worse 'cause it means someone fooled him!"

None of this was fair, none of it! Dad didn't deserve to die, no anomaly deserved to die for being an anomaly.

"Y-yeah W-we're people, no- no matter what! It's all so stupid! Stupid stupid stupid!"

She shouted as loud as she could, her voice echoing throuhout the woods.

[explosive-biohazard]

He nodded, petting their hair soothingly. “Clouds not good at being nice, believe bad people and think they know what right.” It was the worst thing about them, how they were so absolutely convinced they knew better about you than even yourself. How they thought they knew who you were, what you were, how you would act and the horrible things they thought you might do. He shook his head harshly, bringing her closer. “Yes! Are people, are all people and no one can say anything else. ‘Greater Good’ is wrong and stupid and bad!”

[ask-lucy-the-demon]

"Mhm! It's so unfair! They're so unfair!! "

This was all so stupid, stupid and wrong and stupid and WRONG! She sobbed a couple more times, still crying.

"It's all so bad!! They want us dead and get suprised when we fight back? Of course we fight back! They would too, if they were us!"

[ask-lucy-the-demon]

Updike was just sitting outside a cafe, relaxing as he sipped on his hot cocoa while his two kids were inside getting some sweets.

He glanced around and noticed a small child that seemed to be completely by themselves. Not only that, but they seemed really upset. Maybe they were lost?

Updike put down his drink and went over to Lucy.

”excuse me, but are you ok?”

-@fatherly-cloud

Lucy was just sitting on a dumpster near the end of the alleyway, having ran out of tears to cry. God. damnit. Why couldn't it have gone different? That's when Updike approached? She was on edge instantaneously. Fuck it, if they were going to treat her kind like they were guilty until proven innocent, she was going to do the same to them. She scooted a little bit away from him, looking at him with suspicion as her tail flicked left and right.

"...I'm fine."

[fatherly-cloud]

Updike didn’t move from where he was.

“Are you sure? You’re on your own.”

[ask-lucy-the-demon]

"...'m sure. Wh-why does it even m-matter to you?"

Lucy's voice was full of suspicion. She didn't trust him, she couldn't trust him, that was clear. Nor could she keep eye contact for more than a few seconds before looking away.

[fatherly-cloud]

“Because you seem really upset..."

Updike sounded genuinely concerned.

[ask-lucy-the-demon]

"Y-yeah, and? It doesn't matter."

She didn't know if this was a trick or not, some Updikes were amazing liars. That was not a risk she was willing to take. She was not letting her family fall victim to another one.

[ask-lucy-the-demon]

Updike was just sitting outside a cafe, relaxing as he sipped on his hot cocoa while his two kids were inside getting some sweets.

He glanced around and noticed a small child that seemed to be completely by themselves. Not only that, but they seemed really upset. Maybe they were lost?

Updike put down his drink and went over to Lucy.

”excuse me, but are you ok?”

-@fatherly-cloud

Lucy was just sitting on a dumpster near the end of the alleyway, having ran out of tears to cry. God. damnit. Why couldn't it have gone different? That's when Updike approached? She was on edge instantaneously. Fuck it, if they were going to treat her kind like they were guilty until proven innocent, she was going to do the same to them. She scooted a little bit away from him, looking at him with suspicion as her tail flicked left and right.

"...I'm fine."

[fatherly-cloud]

Updike didn’t move from where he was.

“Are you sure? You’re on your own.”

[ask-lucy-the-demon]

"...'m sure. Wh-why does it even m-matter to you?"

Lucy's voice was full of suspicion. She didn't trust him, she couldn't trust him, that was clear. Nor could she keep eye contact for more than a few seconds before looking away.

[ask-lucy-the-demon]

Updike was just sitting outside a cafe, relaxing as he sipped on his hot cocoa while his two kids were inside getting some sweets.

He glanced around and noticed a small child that seemed to be completely by themselves. Not only that, but they seemed really upset. Maybe they were lost?

Updike put down his drink and went over to Lucy.

”excuse me, but are you ok?”

-@fatherly-cloud

Lucy was just sitting on a dumpster near the end of the alleyway, having ran out of tears to cry. God. damnit. Why couldn't it have gone different? That's when Updike approached? She was on edge instantaneously. Fuck it, if they were going to treat her kind like they were guilty until proven innocent, she was going to do the same to them. She scooted a little bit away from him, looking at him with suspicion as her tail flicked left and right.

"...I'm fine."

[explosive-biohazard]

A small child sat up against the base of a tree, knees against her chest, and weakly sobbing between shakey breathes. What had happened to her. She thankfully didn't look physically injured, but was obviously very distressed.

-@ask-lucy-the-demon

Viper hadn’t been expecting to find a tiny sad child, but they seemed to really like going into the woods for some reason. Maybe it was the quiet, or the lack of humans that made it such an attractive place for distressed young people. But now he was faced with the problem of a child who was sad, and that was a problem he knew how to help with. He slowly crawled closer, looking as nonthreatening as possible as he moved on all fours. “Rrrrr..? Hello? Small?”

[ask-lucy-the-demon]

Lucy's tail was curled around herself, stroking her own leg up and down in an attempt soothe herself. When she heard Viper's voice, her eyes flicked to him for a moment, before looking back to the ground and squeezing shut. Another version of dad. Why did he have to die? Why why why why wh-

"..."

...She continued to cry.

[explosive-biohazard]

He chirred softly and padded forwards. It slowly leaned next to her in an attempt at comfort, not saying a word. He knew that look, that pain in her eyes. He wished he didn’t, but he knew.

[ask-lucy-the-demon]

Once he leaned against her, Lucy's eyes widened for a moment, before shutting again as a whimper came from the child. She leaned into the bombhead, not able to bring herself to speak. It just... hurt.

[explosive-biohazard]

He nuzzled her gently, curling around her a bit. He just.. held her. Hold the small child gentle. “Know how much it hurts..”

[ask-lucy-the-demon]

Lucy curled up in his arms, burying herself into his chest, and her wings wrapped around him. She couldn't seem to stop shaking, tears falling down her face.

"...I 'wan my dad back..."

[explosive-biohazard]

He nodded, completely curling around her and gently petting her. Small… “I know. Is unfair, shouldn’t have happened, but did. Am sorry..”

[ask-lucy-the-demon]

She sobbed, her breath hitching.

"It's n-not fair..! I want my dad back, I want my dad back, I w-waNT MY DAD BA-HA-HACK! Why- wh-why couldn't ha-have it been me!?"

She clung onto Viper, sobbing much louder than before. She felt so... bad. Dad was gone and she couldn't do everything and it all was crashing down and she didn't know how to make it stop and she just... she just... she...

[explosive-biohazard]

“I know.. I know…” He nuzzled them gently. “Isn’t fair, I know..” He curled his tail lightly around her waist and chirred softly. “Is so hard when family is gone..” He started to tear up.

[ask-lucy-the-demon]

Her breathing got more frantic, the child not being able to go five seconds without her breath hitching, or her hiccuping. She just- AUGH! None of this was okay! In between sobs, her tone got more... frustrated, yet still full of intense anguish.

"I didn't do anything to deserve this! Hex didn't, Virus didn't, Red didn't, and he certainly didn't, no matter what that peice of SHIT cloud has to say about it..!"

She was practically wailing at this point, a shakey growl eminating from her chest.

[explosive-biohazard]

A cloud, a cloud, of course it was a fucking cloud-! He growled and curled around her protectively. “Didn’t deserve. Clouds always think are right. Not right, wrong. Very wrong.” Always with the telling them they weren’t people and the wanting to hurt-! “We are people and deserve to live no matter what clouds say.”

[ask-lucy-the-demon]

"Like, I think the Updike that killed him didn't want to but thought he had to! Which is almost worse 'cause it means someone fooled him!"

None of this was fair, none of it! Dad didn't deserve to die, no anomaly deserved to die for being an anomaly.

"Y-yeah W-we're people, no- no matter what! It's all so stupid! Stupid stupid stupid!"

She shouted as loud as she could, her voice echoing throuhout the woods.

[explosive-biohazard]

A small child sat up against the base of a tree, knees against her chest, and weakly sobbing between shakey breathes. What had happened to her. She thankfully didn't look physically injured, but was obviously very distressed.

-@ask-lucy-the-demon

Viper hadn’t been expecting to find a tiny sad child, but they seemed to really like going into the woods for some reason. Maybe it was the quiet, or the lack of humans that made it such an attractive place for distressed young people. But now he was faced with the problem of a child who was sad, and that was a problem he knew how to help with. He slowly crawled closer, looking as nonthreatening as possible as he moved on all fours. “Rrrrr..? Hello? Small?”

[ask-lucy-the-demon]

Lucy's tail was curled around herself, stroking her own leg up and down in an attempt soothe herself. When she heard Viper's voice, her eyes flicked to him for a moment, before looking back to the ground and squeezing shut. Another version of dad. Why did he have to die? Why why why why wh-

"..."

...She continued to cry.

[explosive-biohazard]

He chirred softly and padded forwards. It slowly leaned next to her in an attempt at comfort, not saying a word. He knew that look, that pain in her eyes. He wished he didn’t, but he knew.

[ask-lucy-the-demon]

Once he leaned against her, Lucy's eyes widened for a moment, before shutting again as a whimper came from the child. She leaned into the bombhead, not able to bring herself to speak. It just... hurt.

[explosive-biohazard]

He nuzzled her gently, curling around her a bit. He just.. held her. Hold the small child gentle. “Know how much it hurts..”

[ask-lucy-the-demon]

Lucy curled up in his arms, burying herself into his chest, and her wings wrapped around him. She couldn't seem to stop shaking, tears falling down her face.

"...I 'wan my dad back..."

[explosive-biohazard]

He nodded, completely curling around her and gently petting her. Small… “I know. Is unfair, shouldn’t have happened, but did. Am sorry..”

[ask-lucy-the-demon]

She sobbed, her breath hitching.

"It's n-not fair..! I want my dad back, I want my dad back, I w-waNT MY DAD BA-HA-HACK! Why- wh-why couldn't ha-have it been me!?"

She clung onto Viper, sobbing much louder than before. She felt so... bad. Dad was gone and she couldn't do everything and it all was crashing down and she didn't know how to make it stop and she just... she just... she...

[explosive-biohazard]

“I know.. I know…” He nuzzled them gently. “Isn’t fair, I know..” He curled his tail lightly around her waist and chirred softly. “Is so hard when family is gone..” He started to tear up.

[ask-lucy-the-demon]

Her breathing got more frantic, the child not being able to go five seconds without her breath hitching, or her hiccuping. She just- AUGH! None of this was okay! In between sobs, her tone got more... frustrated, yet still full of intense anguish.

"I didn't do anything to deserve this! Hex didn't, Virus didn't, Red didn't, and he certainly didn't, no matter what that peice of SHIT cloud has to say about it..!"

She was practically wailing at this point, a shakey growl eminating from her chest.