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Nothing but a nice smack in the face by a little hand in the morning. “D4D4D4D4D4 UPPPPPPPP!!!!!!!1!1!1!2!”
Azzy shouted. Yet greifer remained still, trying to snooze away despite his young daughter’s shouts and pulling on his hair, “UP UP!!!!” She demanded shoving her hands in his face and pulling on his shirt “Y4Y4 UP!!!!”
If you were to ask greifer to describe his 3 year old, he’d tell you she’s like a ballistic bomb was set off, Azzy huffed and crossed her arms “I wanna anana!!!!” A banana…she wants a banana.
And in yet…he still ignores her simply grumbling “G0 g3t gr4mp5 th3n k1d…”
She squealed, “N00000 1 W4n y0u t0 g3t n4n4444444”
She’s throwing a tantrum now… flopping off the bed and onto the floor screaming and crying. Until Mayor Thanieyl walked through the door “Come on now little one, let your father rest.”
He picks her up best he can dragging her outside her fathers room closing the door, Part of him feels bad for ignoring her but in all honesty. He just wanted to sleep.
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Azzy stood on a stool in the kitchen watching her grandpa cook, “Wh4t m4k1ng p4p4w?”
“Some brownies. Just a little sweet treat.”
“Why?”
Ah, the age old phase of toddlers in their questions of why? Why this? And why that? Thanieyl remembered when Brad was that young, though he was much much more mischievous than she is now and…his late wife would spend the most time with him.
“For the three of us, your dad tends to spoil you on sodas and sweets. So…I’m also going to try and make more healthy options for little ones your age.” He explained, he knew it was one ear out the other with her…
“Why?” She asked again bouncing on the stool,
“Why do you think?” Thanieyl questioned back “1 unn0.”
Azzy hopped off the stool crawling under the table to play with her toys her hair draping over her face and eyes.
“H3y p0ps…” Greifer grumbled scratching the back of his neck and sitting at the table “good afternoon my son.” Thanieyl simply greeted him as Azzy took her chance to bite.
She bit him on the front of his leg, sinking her baby fangs into his knee “G4H!?!1!1!1?1??2?1! 4ZZY!!!!1!1!! 1 T0LD Y0U T0 ST0P b1T1NG!!” He pried her jaw off of his knee Thanieyl placing some paper towels on the wound before grabbing some materials to clean it “1 g0t 1t p0p5-!” He huffed. Azzy giggled and stuck her tongue out at him trying to run away, before she was caught by the scruff of her neck.
She grumbled and hissed “4z4l34. 1 t0ld y0u. N0. M0r3. B1t1ng.” Greifer scolded, he knows he’s not a good parent. He doesn’t really know how to punish her- time out? Grounding? He’d never hit her, just makes her associate him with fear- right? He doesn’t know.
She slumps over in the corner, he didn’t tell her to do so. She did it herself glaring at her dad for a good 20-or so minutes before tugging on his shirt “d4d4? 1m s0rry…”
“F0r Wh4t?” He questions, he knows for what. He’s just trying to make sure she’s not just apologizing to get out of trouble
“F0r b1t3…1 hurt y0u.”
He ruffled her hair “1 f0rg1v3 y4 k1d, but y4 g0tt4 l34rn th4t- y4 c4n d0 s0m3 s3r10u5 d4m4g3 w1th th0s3 ch0mp3r5 k1d.”
Dad! Greifer Au. He’s referred to as both Brad and Greifer.
Angst, hurt-comfort, wholesome. Demo 5 spoilers
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Trinity, a rather beautiful kingdom for such a barren place outside its walls. Home of the windblade. Or whatever the hell it’s called…
Greifer looks around, carefully analyzing the architect and Trinity’s people. Then looking up to the castle “W0uldnt y4 w4nn4 l1v3 1n 4 pl4c3 l1k3 th4t. A1nt th4t r1ght 4zzy?” He chortled to himself, Azzy was fast asleep in his arms. Rather peaceful than her usual. And Mayor Thanieyl was doing rather fine considering the day before, he and his granddaughter ate dirt into the ground.
“Try and remain respectful Brad.” Thanieyl poked his foot with his cane “Cm0n p0ps wh3n 4m 1 n0t? Plus- 1 just c4m3 h3r3 out 0f curt053y..”
The three had to wait outside for some time, Dr Sophie coming along and chatting with Mayor Thanieyl and taking interest interest in Azzy…for…clear reasons especially due to her origins technically being from sword energy.
Greifer let Dr. Sophie steal a glance or two at Azzy, but he’s for certain not letting his daughter go. He doesn’t know Dr. Sophie all that well, despite her…circumstances with his family. And…his mother.
Then the trumpets, and drums. The parade, Greifer softly placed one hand over his daughter’s tiny ear and the other pressed against his chest while he held her.
Then he spotted them, Telemon and Hero, standing beside one another. Hero is surely here for the next sword, but the princess walks up to them and talks…only to be shut down by the guardians.
And it’s already time for the coronation itself…
The rest is a blur…Greifer just kind of…spaced out during it, he really didn’t care, Azzy slept peacefully. He noticed she’s starting to get new leaves around her neck and arms…
He lifts his head to actually look at the coronation…all he hears is bickering and arguing, right before the window crashed in..Korblox, that’s one thing he remembers about trinity. That trinity and the Korblox…do NOT get along.
He backs away pulling his father away as well and behind himself holding Azzy tight, even as she begins to stir and cry.
“O-oh dear-…” mayor Thanieyl gasps at the sight as Hero swoops in as the Queen collapses “ffffuck…”
He holds his crowbar tight, as much as he wants to fight he physically has to restrain himself, he has to protect his family. He can’t let them get hurt. He drags his father along as Dr. Sophie follows along outside.
And just as he gets his father and Dr. Sophie outside. He’s dragged back inside, Azalea still being held tightly in his arms. He swings his crowbar forward landing a straight hit on the Korbloxian grunt, “BRAD!” mayor Thanieyl pleas “1M F1N3 P0P5!”
He stumbles outside cradling Azzy, “S33? All g00d…”
“Goodness Brad…you or Azalea could have gotten hurt!”
There’s a whole declaration of war now, and they’ve been sitting in front of the castle for hours…Azzy is fussy as all hell on earth, hungry and cranky. Thanieyl had just spoken to one of the councilmen…Robur he thinks? They asked about Hero, one can only hope the prick didn’t get themselves into too big of trouble.
Then just- suddenly…the queen dashes by? Hero following only a few minutes after “I do hope everything is alright…my…”
“1 h0p3 s0 t00 p0ps…”
A terrifying day indeed….a day he’d mostly rather not remember, but
It’s over now…Greifer sits on the stairs now still trying to calm his daughter down… “You’re Mayor Thanieyl’s son right?”
Cassie. The new queen of Trinity.
“Uh- yeah..y0ur m4j3sty”
“Cassie please, if you don’t mind..” she sat beside him “Are you two alright? I-I’m assuming that’s your daughter?”
“Y34h, uh…h3r n4me’s 4zzy.” He lifted her up a little so Cassie could see her “she looks exactly like you..” she giggled “Y34h…sh3 d03s.”
They chatted for a while after that, they bonded pretty well despite being so…different. He just assumes bonding over a dead parent is something…
“Oh! By the way…you and your family are welcome here anytime. I-if you need anything….j-just let me know okay? Trinity will welcome you with open arms!” Cassie smiled at them, “B4ck 4t ya.” He finally waved a farewell.
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Finally home…Greifer flops on the bed, Azzy in his arms chowing down a bottle of milk.
Dad! Greifer Au. He’s referred to as both Brad and Greifer.
, wholesome. Minor ooc (?) hurt comfort (?)
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Crying.
That’s how his mornings were going to be for the next few years or so. He’s used to sleeping in past noon. Now? It’s almost 4 in the morning and the Kid is screaming her head off at only 3 days old.
He scoops Azzy out of her bassinet and stumbles into the kitchen, heats up a bottle for her and slides down the kitchen wall.
He’s half asleep as he holds the bottle up for her while she eats, at least he got the crying to stop. “Y0u’r3 a h4ndful….1 h0p3 you kn0w th4t y4’ l1ttl3 punk..”
Azzy cooed, Greifer pat her back. God he was hoping that she didn’t vomit on him again…
And…she didn’t! Just a hiccup.
“Brad? Why are you on the floor?”
Mayor Thanieyl asked, his cane clutched in his hands “T1r3d..”
“I can see…go get yourself a shower and rest. I can take care of my granddaughter for the time being.” Thanieyl smiled, as his son looked up at him “Wh4t 1f sh3 g3ts fussy? 0r st4rt5 cry1ng?”
“Brad I promise, she will be fine. I won’t let anything bad happen to my granddaughter!” Thanieyl sighed softly holding out one of his arms, Greifer reluctantly set down the infant in his arms “Y0u g0t h3r..?” He asked, his voice unusually soft spoken… “Yes my son….I have her. She’s safe. Now go, go shower go rest!”
He hit Greifer with his cane as he raised his hands and walked off, Thanieyl looked at Azzy and slimed, the wrinkles around his face clear…but he has a sweet smile, one that’s contagious. “A day with Papaw sounds exciting doesn’t it?”
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Thanieyl took a step outside, wobbling with his cane in one hand and baby Azzy in the other taking in the wonders of her home, she hasn’t been outside seen she’s been born… “Mayor Thanieyl!” A citizen runs up, “is this your…granddaughter!?”
“Yes it is! She’s beautiful isn’t she?” Now he’s showing her off with pride, as more citizens gather around. He’s not letting anyone touch her, or hold her. Keeping her to her grandpappy only.
“She’s so cute!” “I can’t believe his son actually had a kid??” “I know right?? After everything?”
Some chatters amongst the crowd, and others attempting to shove gifts into his arms as he refuses, or simply asks them to leave it at the door. “my…I’m not the one to congratulate! I do love my dear granddaughter, but my son is her father! And he’s doing very well!”
It’s safe to say, Thanieyl is beyond proud. Of both his son and his granddaughter. Especially His son…
Thanieyl doesn’t think…Brad would enjoy his newborn being surrounded by everyone in town, especially as she starts to cry. She cries and cries, Thanieyl finally attempts to calm the crowd and get through. Which, most do. As he begins to head to the tea market.
But right as he walks upstairs… “DANIEL WAIT DONT KICK THAT BALL!” A tired mother shouts, Thenieyl’s vision is worn, his hearing too…
The ball hits his cane, knocking it out of his hands , sending him and Azzy tumbling down.
Thanieyl tried to land on his back wrapping both his arms around Azzy to protect her, her crying even louder now. As he tried his best to console her, he knows there’s no way in hell he’s going to be able to get up on his own. Especially as the swarm of townsfolk swarm again to check on him.
“I assure you we are fine! It was an accident.”
“But mayor- you fell pretty hard-!” “P0PS!!!1!1!” Greifer runs out of the house and over to them, his hair is wet. He’s clearly showered, as water is still dripping from his hair and getting his clothes wet.
“Brad!” Thanieyl tries to balance on his cane, Azzy is still crying… “4R3 Y0U OK4Y??? 1- I5 AZZY??”
“We are fine Brad…I promise…” Thanieyl hands Azzy back to her father, to console the townsfolk. Reassure them…
“H-h3yy….1t5 0K4Y lil punk!!!1!1 j-just a f3w bru1s3s 1s 4ll y34h?” He cradles her in his arms, looking at her to see if she’s injured
“I’ve never seen you look so…worried.”
He nearly jumped out of his skin “Ky0k0!”
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“Okay! All bandaged up! She did so good!” Kyoko played with Azalea’s little arms to make her smile, “U’r3 sur3 sh3’ll b3 0K4Y…?”
Kyoko nods “I promise. She’ll be fine, Mr Tanieyl…how are you?”
“I’m fine Kyoko…just fell on my old back is all. I promise I’m tougher than I look.” He chuckles, as Greifer looks at both His dad, and his daughter worriedly. “Just give me a call if you need something! Okay?”
The two men nod as Kyoko leaves, Azzy falling asleep in Greifer’s arms “Now my son, I think the two of you should be in bed!”
“What?? Aft3r y0u tw0 just 4t3 d1rt??? N0 w4y!!1!!!”
“Brad, I told you I. Am. Fine. Now please…go rest..” he just placed his hand on Greifer’s shoulder pitifully, he grumbled “Wh3t3v3r…” Greifer huffed throwing himself and Azzy In bed, laying the little baby on his chest to scroll on his phone…
As his vision blurs…
And he’s out… like a light.
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Greifer briefly wakes up, it’s the dead of night. He stretches and pops his knuckles and- wait….
Where’s Azzy?
He hops up in a full blown panic, tearing everything apart in his room to look for her “4ZZY??”
And then…a soft coo…from the one place he didn’t check. The bassinet, where she’s swaddled up sleeping comfortably with a note on her “leftovers in the fridge :) try not to sleep with baby on bed at night! -Dad”
Dad! Greifer Au. He’s referred to as both Brad and Greifer.
Lots of headcanons, fluff, wholesome. Angst. Hurt/comfort. Minor ooc (?)
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Warm, running water. A towel in the sink, Brad has no idea what he’s doing. But he’s trying, it’s a start right?
It’s only been…barely a day or two since this baby- …Azalea, was ‘born’ if you could say she was.
She’s so little in his arms, Brad has always been…tall. Maybe she’s just really tiny. Yeah, probably. She coos, and gurgles. She’s been fussy all morning.
And so has he, had hadn’t slept last night. Too busy with the newborn. Barely a day with her and he’s already irritated. He has to keep reminding himself that he chose this, and despite his gripes and complaints about the new baby. He loves her.
Will he admit it? Who knows, but he does. She is his daughter after all. It’s not her fault she was born.
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Greifer ran his hand through the water, warm. But not too warm, and not freezing.
He lowers Azalea into the shallow water in the sink, holding her so she wouldn’t go under. He gently scrubbed the remaining dirt off of her body from being pulled up.
She wasn’t enjoying this it was clear, from her mewling and gurgling voice. “ 1m sorry but y0u st1nk 4nd are d1rty as h3ll.”
He gruffly spoke to the little one. He was just about to finish up when there was a knock on the door.
Greifer nearly dropped the baby, dunking her head into the water- as she quickly threw her little arms up and her eyes widened. “Shhhh111t! I’m sorry- 1m s0rry k1d-..” he scooped her out of the sink, draining the water as he wrapped her in a towel while she cried.
He tried his best to console her, rocking her in his arms as he opened the door
“Brad!”
“Ky0k0?”
“It’s been a while..” Kyoko smiled, she looked like a ray of sunshine compared to him. Her singular dimple when she slimed, her freckles and her little rabbit buck teeth she’s had since they were kids.
“1t…h4s. Uh…h0w have you b33n?” He was a little surprised she’d come to his door knocking. They haven’t spoken in…two…three years? Then Kyoko went out and traveled all over, studying to be a nurse? Doctor or something too. He doesn’t know all the details nor does he care to ask at the moment.
She was always ones to have something to do, somewhere to go. He doesn’t blame her parents for separating them from one another, but as a teenager he…couldn’t help but be jealous of that life she had. And he didn’t. Two loving parents that hung out with her supported her, and were there for her. While he watched his mother slowly deteriorate over time, the last connection he had to her slipping away to become something dangerous. And his dad busy all of the time, never there, never present.
Brad remembers those days where the house was silent. Too silent. After Kyoko’s parents told his dad off about his behavior. He’d find himself locked in his room absorbed in his games, and if not that then sleeping or even…doing the crap he did. With his pranks. Anything he could do to distract himself.
But…that’s all over now. Right?
“I’ve been good! I just got back from vermillion. Quite a small town but it’s got charm. I’ve been hearing rumors about you.” She held her briefcase with both hands lightly moving side to side
“Wh4t rum0rs??”
She pointed to Azalea now fast asleep in his arms, in the towel he grabbed her with, he looked down at the baby then back to Kyoko “I h4vent t0ld 4ny0n3, 1 m34n….m4yb3 s0m30ne s4w….but I only t0ld p0ps…??”
She let a little giggle slip, and a pitiful smile “Well- Mayor Thanieyl may be a little happy to have a grandkid.”
Greifer grumbled and huffed, “0f fuck1ng c0urs3…” he stepped inside inviting Kyoko inside, she followed him past the large family portrait in the entrance into the door on the right. Inviting her to sit in the living room.
“Oh! I forgot. I brought a few gifts for you two.” Her face lit up, opening her briefcase “Kyoko- you…d1dn’t h4v3 t0 g3t anyth1ng..”
He feels a bit guilty now as she pulls out loads of things “oh hush, I got you stuff because I care about you both. Yeah?”
She placed the stuff beside him as he looked at it, a few baby onesies, all of which have skulls on them- bottles and pacifiers. For himself, pins and a few packs of green goop cards for his collection. He looked back at her and gave a brief smile “that’s….4 l0t, th4nk5 Ky0k0…”
“Don’t mention it! I just got skulls since- I know you like those kinds of attire and I…didn’t know if the little was a boy or girl or- if you wanted any specific colors. Not that it matters really.”
He chuckled “1t’s 4lright, plu5. I’m n0t g0nn4 dr3ss h3r up in pretty pinks unl3ss sh3 w4nts th4t wh3n she’s 0lder.”
“Well, I wouldn’t be one to talk about pretty pinks.” Kyoko giggled softly “can…I hold her?”
He hesitated, a large part of him did NOT want to let go of her. Keep his daughter by him- but he knows Kyoko, she’s not going to run off with Azalea.
“Y3ah..l3t-l3t me g3t her dr3ssed.”
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Kyoko gently held the infant in her arms, “she looks almost exactly like you.”
“Y34h…she d03s huh?”
“What’s her name?”
“Azalea. But 1 c4ll her 4zzy 4 l0t. 1 f1n4lly d3cided on 4 full n4m3 f0r her. Well 4 m1ddl3 n4m3. 4zal3a D4tura Thanieyl..”
He liked the name he gave her a lot, he isn’t an expert on flowers- nor does he care for them too much but…the name just suit her. Azzy, his daughter. A pretty little flower, fitting as well since she literally came out of the ground.
But. He knows those flowers are poisonous too. He mostly chose them because he thought they were cool…
“That’s a great name, isn’t it Azzy hmmmm?” Kyoko smiled at the baby waving her finger at her playfully.
“Th4nks. She’s g0nn4 be a f1ght3r wh3n sh3s 0lder. 1 can tell.”
Kyoko chortled handing back Azzy to Brad “I can tell too. But that’s just because you’re her dad.”
He smiled, laying Azzy on his chest “Y3ah. Th3n 1 gu3ss sh3’ll b3 4s c00l as m3!”
Lots of headcanons, fluff, wholesome. Angst. Hurt/comfort.
Part 2
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Greifer is still getting used to the plant features on his body, it’s been months now since he was cured. Player visits on occasion, and if they need help they’re sure to call.
He sits out on the porch of his house in the heat of Turtopolis, nothing ever really changes in the town. Greifer just sits and watches, maybe he’ll go by bizville if he can get a plane…or if he feels like it.
“Brad?” The mayor speaks to him, “wh4ts up p0ps?” His head turns to the old man, leaning on his cane, his wrinkled face showing a sweet smile “instead of sitting here all day..could you help me with the garden?” Mayor Thanyiel replied gently poking Greifer’s shoulder as he rolls his eyes
“Y34h y34h..wh4t3v3r…” he picks himself up as his father shoves gardening tools into his hands “y0ur3 just g00n4 m4k3 m3 d0 4ll th3 w0rk 4r3n’t y0u?” He huffed “im old brad…i wont be able to do it much longer..”
“…r1ght..”
He didn’t like the thought of that…that is father won’t be able to go ok much longer, as many issues as they’ve had between one another. He still can’t handle the thought of losing his dad. He’s the only family he’s got, not to mention…he will most likely become the guardian of the venomshank once his father passes on.
“Well…you know where to find me if you need anything.” His father smiles at him again, shambling his way inside, his cane in hand..
Greifer exhales, better get to work.
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He huffs, his hands and clothes are covered in dirt…as he holds a weed he pulled from the roots in his hand. Just the front left to go now.
There’s a surprising amount of weeds in the front garden, even in front of the stairs.
“Fuckkkkk….” He’s exhausted, he already took a break…one more wouldn’t hurt. Greifer slumps down in the garden of weeds and huffs wiping the sweat from his brow, then…something catches his attention.
A weed? A flower? He’s never seen one like it before, maybe an Azalea flower? It’s a bit big for one, and too deep of a purple. And plus- azaleas don’t grow as a single flower. Maybe he should hand it to player or someone else? Maybe he should ask his pops? But he doesn’t want to drag him outside again to look at one little flower, and plus…neither him or his dad are botanists or florists. The only reason the garden is still around is because…
Because of his mom.
For years it was overgrown, only now are they really getting it cleaned out properly to grow flowers again….
He sighs, he’ll just pull it from the roots. It’s probably just a weird looking weed anyway. His hands grab around the stem of the flower. Gently trying not to hurt the petals, and he pulls up.
It barely budges from the soil, “stubb0rn fuck1n…fl0w3r…” he grumbles, separating the dirt a little from the stem and pulling up again, a little progress, he digs more around it.
And this time he pulls with everything, he’s never pulled a weed or flower this stubborn to come out of the ground. And pop! The release in force nearly sends him backwards.
Then the… unexpected. A loud noise, a cry and a whine. As something hangs from the roots of the flower, his eyes adjusts and fixates on this…thing attached to the bottom of the flower.
Scrunched up little limbs, covered in dirt and screeching its lungs out. A baby? A BABY!?“WH4T TH3 FUCK????!? TH3 H3LL???”
He holds the thing closer to inspect, wiping the dirt off of its face “1 d0n’t th1nk b4b13s 4r3 supp0s3d t0 b3 1n d1rt…” It cries and cries as Greifer panicked and looks to the pedestrians look and stare. He hops up, still grasping the stem of the flower rather than the actual infant in his arms. “P0ps??”
“Is something wrong Brad?”
He holds up the tiny infant and shoves it into his father’s arms “Oh my.”
“Where…did you find this little one?”
“Th3 g4rd3n!!1!????? 1 just pluck3d 4 fl0w3r 4nd th4t th1ng w4s 4tt4ch3d!!” He desperately explains, hes confused and panicking. How could a baby be underground?? Mayor Thaniyel gently holds the infant in his arms closely inspecting it, grabbing a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe the majority of the dirt off. “Come on now son. Sit down.”
“Sit.” Mayor pats the seat beside him..and to which Greifer obliged. His father dumped the infant back into his son’s arms “support her head” he directed.
“Why 4r3 y0u s0 c4lm??” Greifer questions, he’s clearly uncomfortable with the infant in his arms. He’s never liked babies or being around them. Annoying, loud, smelly…etc.
“Because she is yours, Brad.” He speaks so…casually… as Greifer just stares for a moment in disbelief “H4H! Th4ts funny p0ps!” He chortles shaking his head
“It is not a joke Brad. That child is yours. There is no doubt in my mind about it. Look at her!”
And that he does…he looks down at the small girl in his arms. Still covered in dirt, she squirmed and whines in his arms. There’s a sort of charm to it, a charm that feels…pater- no. He can’t.
She can’t be his. Surely?
The little girl opens her eyes and gazes up at him, they’re two different colors, one a dark red…and the other…green. Green like- like his when he used…no. No there’s no way? They have the same hair color, skin color and similar eyes but- that’s it. Yeah. That’s it.
“You see? That child is yours. My conclusion is that you dropped a seed when you were…that..after the venomshank.”
It’s not illogical of him to think that…it’s likely too…but- he- he’s not ready for this? He can’t!
“N0, 1m n0t d01ng th1s.”
He places the girl back into his father’s arms and stands up “Brad, you don’t have to keep her. It..is your choice. At least let her stay for a night. Okay?”
“F1n3…”
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Night came.
It’s dead silent in the house, Greifer’s father brought a bassinet for the infant to sleep in for the night.
He can’t sleep, how could he? He just…sits and stares at the baby. Pondering…thinking. Feeling. Her tiny little finger barely wrapped around his thumb.
And for some reason…he feels…happy at this scene? He doesn’t understand why, he doesn’t want her- she wasn’t meant to be born. She doesn’t belong- he told himself he never wanted to be a father, never EVER wanted kids. There’s no way he could put up with that!
He can’t… he can’t bring himself to get rid of her, send her off. Maybe it’d be for the better but- also? Not? He doesn’t know.
But he feels a connection with her, a parental one at that…it…it reminds him of when he was little. With his mumma.
She looks so peaceful. Right where she is. Here with him, if he can’t do it himself…he’ll raise the little one for his mumma. She would have loved to see the little girl, hold her in her arms, dote on her grandbaby and dress her up in ribbons and little dresses. He sighs, and grumbles putting his hand on his forehead.
She coos, and stirs. As she begins to cry, “shhhhh111t! 1- 1 d1dnt m34n t0 w4k3 y0u up!!”
Yet again he panicked and scoops her up into his arms trying his best to rock her back to sleep…nothing works. “4r3 y0u c0ld???”
He takes off his jacket and wraps it around the girl. As she softens her cries, and she’s doing it again…looking up at him with those little beady eyes. “Wh4t? Y0u 4lr34dy t00k my j4ck3t! Wh4t m0r3 c4n y0u w4nt l1ttl3 punk.”
He’s half joking with her, he knows she doesn’t understand a single word he’s saying, but she smiles.
She fucking smiles at him. As he feels a part of him break, he worn ever admit it…but she’s growing on him.
“Ugh…4lr1ght grub. Wh4ts y0ur n4m3 g0nn4 b3 huh?”
He tilts his head looking at the flowers on her head. Two of the same purple flowers she was plucked from budding on her head, the original one fell off a bit ago…and died pretty quickly after.
But even then, why does it hurt so much to think about? Every time I think about that damned tree it only means hell will break loose in my brain.
Sometimes it’s just flashbacks, sometimes nightmares, just have to relive the moment somehow right? Hah…it’s funny…not really but still.
Sometimes I just feel like a ticking time bomb waiting for the right moment to blow everything to smithereens, I don’t know why but that’s how I feel about most of my feelings. I just feel that way and I’m not sure why.
I mean I feel useless compared to the rest of my family, they’re all cool n’ stuff killing demons and on occasions saving the world all that super jazz, and then there’s me…the youngest of my family, fourteen going on fifteen. Honestly it’s probably just the teenage drama people always talk about, but like…not all teenagers are super dramatic? Mean? Yeah, but it’s not often I meet someone my age (on the rare occasion I do) and they understand how I feel and think.
Then yet again it might just be my familial ties and all that familial expectations, and emotional baggage or…whatever
I think it’s generational trauma, a tad bit too fancy for me. Honestly..I don’t know what I’m doing, Kyrie suggested I journal my feelings so…(for once) I took advice. I’m not sure how I feel about writing my feelings on a paper but it’s worth a shot.
[End Ivory journal 1]
[Start Ivory’s journal 2]
I don’t really feel like writing dates for when I do this crap, it’s not like I’m consistent anyway.
Let’s see…?
Oh!
Dad mentioned that I’m always really negative, like towards myself and just…everything, pessimistic I think he used, which he’s not entirely wrong HOWEVER, I can be optimistic! (When I feel like it…which isn’t often…maybe).
So I guess that means I have to try and be…more positive? I don’t really see how that’ll help me. I mean I’m doing fine now. Yeah, yeah I get irritated real easily but isn't that normal? It’s not like I’m pushing people away or anything. Pierce and I hung out at the park yesterday and it was nice to relax a bit and you know not have to fight demons?
Speaking of demons, that reminded me.
Nero asked me a question the other day, I didn’t really know how to respond.
He asked “Are you happy with the path you're on?”
Not exactly that but it’s close enough, I’m horrible at remembering things, it's kinda pathetic.
Anyway, it got me thinking. I think what he means is in short am I happy with killing demons for the rest of my life, and in turn perhaps endangering myself and people I’m close to.
Well, that’s what I got from it….am I happy with it? I mean I chose this path I had a choice and I took it so like…I think so?
Maybe I’m just content with it.
I’ll sleep on it some more and see…I’m going to bed.
[End Ivory’s Journal 2]
[Start Ivory’s journal 3]
I can’t believe I’m actually doing this again, but here I am writing on a piece of paper nobody will see.
I heard dad talking to Vergil and Nero earlier today, eavesdropping is pretty easy.
Dad was talking about how he thinks this kinda life isn’t right for me, he’s thinking about trying to seperate that demon hunting life and a normal life for me. And it’s starting to show, he’s letting me go on less and less jobs with him and having less training days with me, I don’t understand why though? Am I not good enough? For them? For him? Did I do something wrong? I don’t think I did but you never know, it’s not like I could ask.
But it was my choice
I chose to fight so it shouldn’t be in his place to go back on that right? But then am I really okay with fighting for the rest of my life? Was it really my choice or just some ego booster? I don’t know, the more I think the deeper I fall into the rabbit hole, I’m yelling into an empty void I think.
[End Ivory log 3]
[Start Ivory’s log 4]
Today was alright, still surprised I’m actually keeping up with something like this but maybe I’m better than I thought. Today me and dad went out a bit, just some errands and got to eat something other than pizza for once.
That happens every once and a while, I get it’s nothing special but I like spending time with my dad every once in a while since…well usually if we’re not really doing something he’s just…I don’t know how to say it without being a jerk but I love my dad I do he’s awesome! It’s just…I wish he’d spend more time with me? Like he used to, we used to go to the park a lot, I mean even going to a store to look at stuff would be enough for me. I guess he’s just one always attempting to stay sober for my and himself’s sake, and two…I guess he just doesn’t know how to talk to me anymore? Yeah we live in the same house and he raised me but, by no means does that mean he knows everything about me. I kinda feel bad, and guilty about it. I don’t know why, neither of us have made an effort to try and fix things. I don’t know, I’m trying to keep these pages short but there’s so much that I wanna say but- ugh…
[End Ivory’s log 4]
[Ivorys log 5]
Today-
Today was okay. I guess.
I had a ‘freak out’ today, dad finally let me help him on a job after I bugged him about it, in short. I screwed everything up like always. I didn’t take my chance and slipped. The demon escaped and more people got hurt, I started to cry because of course I did. Why do I have to be such a crybaby? It’s safe to say…dad probably will make up his mind on not letting me go on jobs anymore. I keep asking if we could train more but- he keeps saying “Later.” Or “Not feeling up to it today”.
He doesn't have the guts to say it to my face.
I talked to Kyrie about it, over a call. She said “He just doesn't have the heart to watch your heart break more than it already has.”
I don’t really understand what she meant by that, but it pissed me off a little. I don’t know why? Why do I always feel so angry at everyone? I don’t think anything I’m putting down is making sense- maybe I need to talk about something else?
Oh.
Vergil tries to apologize
I think.
Because of what happened four years ago, I didn’t accept it. I don’t have to, it’s not all I’m angry about. And I’m not the only one who deserves an apology.
[End log 5]
[Start log 6]
Today was good.
So Pierce invited me to a party his parents were hosting (his family’s got a bit of dough) wasn’t anything super fancy, mostly family and close friends of theirs and since I’m Pierce’s closest (if not only, not meant as an insult he’s my only friend too) friend. It was nice, actually dressed nice too. Patty helped me with the makeup and my hair.
And then! We actually danced together, which was really nice and fun! I wanted to ask him if we could go out, like a date- but just the existential dread.
What if he said no? It’s fine if he wants us to just stay friends but what if that made it awkward? What if he didn’t want to be friends after I ask and he says no? But even then if he said yes, I’m afraid I’d hurt him because of who- what I am.
A sparda descendant
And he’s a demon living as human, if anything he is a human being, he’s more human than I could ever hope to be. But what if we get together? Will that make him an even bigger target for the demons of the underworld? I don’t want him to get hurt, and even then what if I’m not good enough? Or strong enough to protect him?
I remember my dad and both Nero and Vergil saying something…
Without strength you cannot protect anything.
[End log 6]
[start log 7]
I talked to dad today, after I asked if we could do some sword practices.
And of course! He said no, my hands still sting from slamming my hands on his desk.
Probably wasn’t the best start to a ‘friendly talk’.
I told him that I heard about them talking about stopping me from demon hunting.
He wasn’t too happy about me eavesdropping on that conversation, I don’t really care though. I told him I was fine with killing those demon bastards, I had a reason.
He brought up that dumb question if I was fucking happy?
I’m gonna be honest here, I’m fine I guess…I’m happy enough, but hunting demons is the only way I can feel good enough for them, how I can be like them.
I don’t know what I’m doing anymore, I just wanna feel like I’m worth something.
Anyway, I can’t remember everything I said but basically that I can still fight, for mom, for grandma? Everyone? I don’t know…now I’m just confusing myself. I just need time…time to think?
Dad- dad he…he just told me to do whatever I want, he was surprisingly calm I guess? He just told me to go to my room to calm down and get my thoughts together…
To just sleep on it, I understand where he’s coming from, it’s probably not pleasant hearing a teenage girl shout at you nearly sobbing.
He wants to talk more tomorrow.
Let me think about what I want to do.
[End log 7]
[Start log 8]
I talked to dad today, about yesterday. I told him I wanted to continue fighting demons.
He asked if there was any particular reason and…I told him…
I told him that I wanted to fight to feel good enough to be viewed as equals with the rest of the family. I wanna be worth something to them, not just “Dante’s daughter” I don’t want glory or shit like that I just don’t want to be treated less…
Anyway, when I told him his face…his face..I could nearly laugh at it, not because it was funny, quite the opposite really.
Pity was written all over his face, I think pity. Or suprise…probably both.
I guess he was expecting some sob revenge story on how I wanted to kill every demon til I got the one that killed mom or some sappy shit like that, like he did. But no, just my dumb little inferiority complex towards my family.
It’s stupid really, god I’m so fucking dumb why’d I say anything to him?
Fuck…I can barley write now that the page is stained in tears. I’m such a crybaby huh?
Moving on, he told me that I am good enough! That I’m just young! And I have a lot ahead of me and shit like that..which like yeah…he’s not wrong but then why do I feel this way?? Like I could drop dead and none of them would notice.
“I just want to protect you!”
Well, he’s done a GrEaT job at that, when the qliphoth tree came to Redgrave I ran out of the house and nearly died. I was ten and already prepared for death because he fucking left me alone, I get it he didn’t expect to lose but still? And the worst part? When he did get out of whatever coma or some shit and beat Vergil he decided to go to hell first and close the portal which was reasonable.
But when he sent Nero back to Fortuna he didn’t even have anything to say about me, not a “glad you’re ok” or “I’ll be home soon” or even a “Hey Nero! Tell Ivory that her pops love her!” NOTHING! Not even a single thought about me, and I sound selfish feeling this way but still! Yeah it’s no wonder I don’t feel good enough for you because it’s like I don’t exist to you!
I don’t..I don’t want to be here..anymore.
Dads coming to check up on me…I guess he heard me crying.
“Not my name.” Erin huffed as she shut the computer on her desktop “I was trying to get my homework done.”
“You never take kindly whenever I speak.” Hastur lets out a shrill chuckle a gentle tap in her mind
“I only said two lines of that stupid spell. And now you won’t shut up!” Erin hopped up from her desk chair and grabbed her paint utensils, brushes, paints, easel, all of that..
“And I thank you, though. Rather unfortunate I still reside in the other vessel. Your father, he has grown used to my company over these years.”
“And I feel bad for him. But I’m not saying the rest of that spell, ever.”
Hastur lets out a hiss “I see right through you child. You pride yourself in this defense of shrill insults your act is a poor poor shield.”
She holds her head as she stumbles back a bit “maybe it is, doesn’t matter. Just- let me have a little peace.”
“At least now?”
Erin lifted her brush gently stroking the canvas, “fine.” Hastur seems to watch, through her eyes “Add yellow.”
“No.”
“Add yellow.”
“I don’t like yellow.”
“Why? Yellow is a ‘happy color’ as you mortals say. Daffodils, the sun. No?”
Erin shrugged, letting out a sigh, she’s tired of Hastur, and he knows it. It’s exactly why he keeps budging, pushing her to her limit. “Just prefer cool colors, yknow?”
“‘Cool colors?’ Such as blue? Greens?”
“Yeah, I prefer purple though.” She knows exactly what this asshole is about to say.
“Yellow is a complimentary color to purple.” They speak in unison
“I know, and I don’t care. Doing it my own way- I have a question.”
He’s certainly not pleased with her stubbornness, but he also can’t help but feel proud. But…he knows where she gets it from. “You are much like your father.”
“Good. But- can I ask my question?”
He grumbles lowly, “ask.”
“Why did you make me, I know as a vessel for me..but why from my parents? And why did you make me this way?”
It’s a tough question, she knows. For her at least, it’s been circling her mind ever since this mess, when she found out she was never born. She wasn’t adopted, not some random abandoned orphan her fathers decided to take care of. But a vessel made by a god. It’s been there since they told her that. She remembers how sad they looked, scared…
“Aah. A peculiar question indeed. Well, a god making another god or such from scratch is not uncommon, I have many offspring I have made that way. However, you it was difficult to make a being from scratch with what little power I had so short after being trapped, therefore I needed…a base. And making you from my abilities alone…you would have not made a worthy vessel if I decided so. Fragmenting the beings the ‘souls’ of your fathers would make you. Think of it…as…clay.”
Erin furrowed her brows setting down her paint “you’re telling me I’m like smurfette but with just magic and…soul fragments?”
“What is a ‘smurfette?’”
“Nothing- just continue.”
“I molded the fragments of magic and being and shaped you into you. Now, I made you a near perfect copy of the two of your parents on purpose. I know you’re going to ask why… but isn’t it clear? One of your fathers was already my chosen vessel, and the other well.” He tapped against her head
“You know the rest of that story.”
“Okay…I get that…and- you’re giving me a killer headache but- why?”
“Why are you…inferior? To your peers? You feel alone, you feel…unworthy of this?”
Her eyes lit up “you- you’re looking into my head aren’t you.”
“I cannot, I can only speak to you. Mostly. I cannot see your memories, feelings and such like I can with your father.”
“What are you implying then??”
Hastur lets a cruel laugh, before her head goes silent again
Additional Info- this is for my rewrite of pressure, I dont support Zeal whatsoever.
Please show your support for Ren.
U-SER = blacksite
Centralsun = urbanshade
——————
He was still getting used to his body as he slithered down the U-SER’s halls, his tools held tightly in hand as he looked up at the sign above the door....well it was more look directly at it, it was pretty much eye level to him.
he was called over here to fix a few broken panels and air conditioning units, nothing too crazy or out of his league, but then he'd actually read the sign
"A.M.L.P nursery."
Nursery? why would CentralSun need a nursery? For babies? I mean the only conclusion that he liked was that it was a nursery for employee's children if they just so happened to be born down here...but he knew that wasn't it, and It was confirmed once he slithered inside.
syringes and test tubes, mountains of research. and four cradles only 3 of which empty, they weren't good cradles nor were they comfortable by the looks of it. But in the last cradle came a chirp, and a babble. Sebastian looked inside the cradle to find a little toddler, an experiment one a little tail on her with her legs, big blue eyes, fins, one of those angler fish bobbers, and gills.
It was pretty obvious she was a little girl, as it was plastered on the clipboard Sebastian knowingly ignored. She looked up at him, and he down to her. She was tiny, scarily tiny. So small in fact Centralsun had to close off the gaps of the cradle entirely to keep her from escaping, she reached up to him with her little clawed hands making a soft coo at him.
"Well...aren't you cute?" He chuckled, she had a large white patch in her hair...it was strange but it certainly stood out against the dark black, she looked eerily like him, but as far as he knew and remembered he didn't have any kids, nor did he really want any...especially now.
she made little grabby motions at him as she bounced excitedly "bahhhh"
she babbled, Her energy got a chuckle from him "Sorry kid...I got work to do." he softly pet her head as she fell back.
he slithered over to the ventilation system, god it was hot in there....how...how could they let that little baby stay in here while it was so ungodly hot? Did they want her to have a heatstroke?
he sighed as he fixed the fans in the room, tired to anyway....as suddenly an earpiercing cry from the toddler sounded
"What...what is it now?" He looked over, her plushie had fallen on the floor....safe to say she threw it.
he slithered over and picked it off the floor dropping it back into the crib "Happy now?"
she whined and continued to look up at him grabbing at him, "Listen...I'm not gonna pick you up." he grumbled.
as the door opened
"She's seemed to have taken a liking to you." a stern, assertive voice spoke, Sebastian whipped his head around to see a tall lanky man a badge on his coat 'Dr Anderson, Director of the AMLP subdivision'
"Is she not...usually like that?" Sebastian asked looking back to the infant, she's visibly afraid now...of Anderson.
"unfortunately, no she is not. she's typically quite violent, a wild animal." He...smiled, he liked that she was a vicious, violent creature.... "Though I will say it is what's making it difficult finding her a caretaker."
"I'll take her."
He didn't even hesitate, he didn't even think....it just....blurted out of his mouth
"Oh? Now that's certainly something, I will say EX-013...that's quite a bold offer." He began to walk over taking the toddler out of the crib as she cried
"Oh hush up." He held her by the scruff, "Y-you're hurting her-.."
Anderson glared at Sebastian before he walked over to one of the testing tables and put the infant on it. Sebastian's eyes widened as the toddler's cries got louder
"STOP!" Sebastian shouted pushing Anderson away as he injected the infant with a sedative
Anderson groaned and stood back up as sebastian scooped the subbing toddler into his arms
"Shhh...shh...you're okay...you're gonna be okay.." she was so little in his arms...she fit right in the palm of his hands, her cries slowed into tired whines and grunts
"Well, i certainty don't regret choosing you for the subject to use DNA." Anderson chortled at the sight "What?"
"She's your clone 13."
He wasn't all surprised.....it was just centralsun's nature...
"You can keep her for all I care." he waved Sebastian off sauntering out of the room
he glanced down at the toddler...
he just stared for a minute...processing
"Fuck....that means I have a kid now.." He grumbled
Characters and a story that brought me so much joy and comfort and it’s all just ripped away?
I mean half of the story and actual lore isn’t even fucking written by him and Sebastian and painter aren’t technically his characters
Maybe pressure should’ve changed ownership
I want to fizzle out if existing
Sebastian, painter, Isaias
Sif for gods sake
They mean so much to me so much they helped me through such a bad time in my life.
All the money I’ve spent on the game, those times I’ve been in streams watching or when I met some devs in game. Or whenever I excitedly explain pressure to my parents
Tw!: angst, heavily implied cannibalism, cannibalism out of starvation.
Sif had just woken up, she’d stare at the ceiling blankly. There want anything to do anyway. What was the point?
Then it clicked.
She’s in a mood, especially from her reaction to waking up, everything’s too quick…too slow too…everything.
She wished she could bury her face into her pillow and just forget she exists for once.
It was only hours after…the incident.
She can still smell the iron from the blood on her hands and the taste staining her mouth. Her stomach growling and the feeling of vomit at her throat.
Only monsters eat people.
At least that’s what she’d been telling herself, she was just so…so hungry- she hadn’t eaten in days and when she saw them… she couldn’t help it, it was like a force took over her body.
Adrenaline rushing pulsing.
An animal.
That’s what she was.
Sif grumbled throwing the blanket over her head, she felt like she was about to have another anxiety attack…was…she already…? Maybe it’s just a panic attack. A chirp sounded from around her in the room as her pet bunny Borf nudged her arm, pressing his nose against her arm.
“I hear you…” she softly cooed letting the bunny close to her chest, she took a beep breath. Trying to control her breathing. She pet the bunny to try and clear her head
It didn’t happen. She’d thought to herself. Maybe if she convinced herself enough, just maybe the memory would go away...she knew some memories of hers were bad enough she didn't remember it at all.
The curtain of the loft opened, "You alright kid?" Sebastian had asked. She gazed at him for a moment "I'm fine papa..."
"You're not....I can tell, still being eaten away?"
"I guess."
He sighed shaking his head, Sebastian gently pet his daughter's head and ruffled her hair "It's not your fault..."
"but...I...you saw what i did- I...can't get the image out of my head..."
"I'm a bad person...If I'm even a person at all.." her voice sounded empty, it wasn't her usual happy, sarcastic demeanor... she laid there like she'd just given up entirely.
"Sifra....you're not a bad person...why don't you think you're a person?" He tilted his head, he was puzzled. He was trying his best to understand. Sif shook her head "You don't get it, I was never a person. I've never been my own person!" She jolted up in a hiss. "I've never gotten a choice! Ever since I was born, every decision has been made for me and the one godamn time I do finally have some sort of agency over myself I fuck it all up! Urbanshade was right, I'm just a weapon, a tool."
"Sif, no one gets a choice down here, it's life or death. You cant let this place define you. You're not a bad person."
he tried his best to console her but she just stared with a blank expression
"But...I'm a monster I-...I wasn't born human."
"You're more of a human being than most everyone whose worked at urbanshade and maybe even me...what happened wasn't your fault, its what they did to you. You were starving and I-...I couldn't find anything in time to prevent this. You can't help those animalistic tendencies its just how you were born sunshine, can you at least believe me on that? you're a great kid, one mistake in a place like this doesn't matter. And I love you, okay? You're my daughter, I care about you and seeing you beat yourself up like this hurts me..."
He gently rubbed his thumb across her cheek as she pressed her face into his palm for comfort
"But..."
"Don't" He cut her off, his voice more stern as he began to hum a soft melody for her
"I love you, papa..."
"Love you too sweetheart."
TW: fear, loss of a child, pressure stick to the script ending but afterthought au. Sif dies, painter dies
Blood, details of death. Details of injury. And grief and gore!!
THIS IS NOT THE AFTERTHOUGHT AU CANON ENDING.
She’d snuck out again, like she wasn’t supposed to, Sif didn’t understand why her dad was such a stickler for her to ‘stay in the shop!’
She was careful!
Mostly…
They’re supposed to leave tomorrow finally go home, she was looking for any kind of nicknacks or whatever when she got the crackle of the walkie talkie.
Painter’s shouts
She dropped the items on the ground, the glass of the lantern shattering over the ground as she heard her father’s voice
“KID?”
It was kinda a blur after that…
She just stood there, should she go? Should- should she cry? What? She never- she’d never lost someone like this before…how was she supposed to feel? What was she supposed to do.
A faint echo rooms away that could only be recognized at her father and over the radio
“WHAT DID THEY DO!? WHAT DID THEY DO!?”
Her breaths were shaky as the world began to blur, she leaned over the desk holding her mouth
She didn’t notice the footsteps behind her.
By the time she heard the expendable step on broke glass it was too late.
A hit to the head sent her to the ground, her ears were ringing, the light…..too much light…
She dragged herself away, she fought back with teeth and claws digging her teeth into their skin, she felt like an animal. “STAY BACK!” She pleaded
All she could see was their cold deadpan face as she was knocked to the ground again a sharp pain in her chest….
They’d stabbed her, a barb maybe? It grazed her heart.
She felt it. They threw her back to the ground and sauntered off leaving her there as she screamed and yelled
“PAPA!”
She reached for the walkie talkie
“Papa!” She cried into it, “not now sif…”
His voice was low and somber “I’ll be back at the shop soon just hold in okay?” He was trying to keep his voice calm, trying not to break down.
“You- you can’t- not you too- I- why!? WHY!? Why could t you stay? I told you to stay-! Why couldn’t I protect you-? Fuck…fuck…”
All he could do was sob cradling her in his arms, all he could think about was her small smile, the way she called his name, first words, when she learned how to read…every little accomplishment…every little drawing…
Every moment with her. Bad, good. The worst and the best. And now she’s gone.
She was supposed to live longer than he was.
She was supposed to live a happy life, a long one. And so was painter.
Both of them.
His last family down here gone.
What more did he have left to fight for?
His best option?
Kill the fucker that did this..
—————-
He’d taken painter and Sif’s bodies to the garden finding any kind of memorials materials fake flowers real ones, trinkets items. He’d buried them next to each other, he could only sit and stare for a moment before turning away.
He hummed.
He hummed the same melody he sang to his daughter, and sometimes painter.
The melody his mother sang to him and her mother and so on.
It hurt.
It hurt a lot.
The ridge, he heard the expendable walk from the other side, he tore the door open
“YOU!”
They tired to run. He snarled and grabbed them by the throat. He didn’t even bother to hold them up.
He pinned them down to the ground
“YOU THINK THIS THS FUNNY!?” He hissed, “Did you think I wouldn’t find out? That I wouldn’t care that you SLAUGHTERED ALL I HAD LEFT.”
There wasn’t any amount of remorse…or feeling in their face…it was eerie
Sebastian let a sharp laugh “I see…it’s just some sick game to you.”
“You think that because you can just come back with those pretty little tokens all of this will be fixed? Just start over?”
Sebastian held them down tighter against the ground
“I’ll know. I’ll know when you come back, and I. Will. Find you.”
He growled
“They were easy bait.”
Sebastian’s eyes widened as he tilted his head.
“The computers just a computer, a machine. It’s not going anywhere. And that pathetic offspring of yours was deadmeat anyway.”
“Shut the fuck up.”
“Should’ve seen their faces….”
“SHUT THE FUCK UP!” He tore their jaw from its hinges
Sebastian shook his head
“No more little speeches…no more…”
“You deserve this. Every last moment of this.”
His hand dug through their chest grabbing their heart his hand dripping with blood as he squeezed it in his hands
The world felt quiet for once.
Just a moment.
The chiming
“What do you want. WHAT IS IT THIS TIME!?”
He sharply turned his eyes widened. It all happened all of a sudden a shout leaving his mouth before everything just…went
~Little one~
Iron lung au short story Cw! for attempted child death
Simon took a breath of air, the fact he could breathe on the surface of the moon didn't matter, his arm was writing in agony. he threw the black box forward coughing and wheezing. out of breath.
"Fuck me..."
he turned on his back staring at the fading stars
he made it.
Alive, mostly anyway. Simon let out a sigh of relief, it was only a matter of time until the C.O.I picked him up, and he knew they dragged Ava up before she nearly imploded.
his gaze drifted to his surroundings the adrenaline slowing, he blinked to try and stay awake. But his body relaxed as he calmed breaths slowed as he slowly fell asleep....
~~~~~~~~~
A sharp shrieking cry woke him.
Simon shot up and looked around "What the fuck!?"
he stood up and walked to the sound, the shore of the ocean was aggressive then, he looked down to his feet. in front of him lay an infant.
A newborn, drenched in blood and scaled, tiny little teeth poking from it's cheeks. Simon's eyes widened "What...?"
he ripped a piece of his shirt off effectively making a swaddle, though it was drenched in dry blood and gore.
A little girl, held in his arm, he could tell she had dark black hair..though it was more like fuzz on her head.
her eyes weren't really brown but they were more of a red than anything, but her eyes were only barely open
"Why....why are you here? Where did you come from....?" Simon looked down at her her cries turning to soft coos, despite her weighing practically nothing it is difficult holding an infant with one arm.
he sat down on the shore looking down at her "Guess...its just you and me huh...? I don't think they're coming.... you don't deserve this....you...you're so new..."
"But...but maybe its better off...you don't deserve to live in a world like this either...whats left for you when you grow up....?" He placed her in his lap his eyes meeting hers as she squirmed in the swaddle.
Simon placed his hand on her little throat "You....you don't deserve to live in a world that doesn't want you....that can't support you...I can't save you."
she put her little fingers on his thumb causing him to draw back
"I-I'm sorry- I...I'm so sorry i- i can't I cant do that to you...Im sorry..I-i should protect you...."
he held her close to his chest as he leaned over apologizing...over and over again
a blaring spotlight broke his apologetic trance as he looked up, the tow ship!
he held the newborn in one arm grabbing the black box in his hand as he shouted. Simon couldn't believe it... they actually came back for him?
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"Convict." a rash voice spoke, Simon glared "What."
David scoffed "Lighten up"
Simon shook his head, he had wires and medical stuff attached all over him, "So...you're saying you just found her on the shore?"
"Yes...how many times to I have to fucking repeat it!"
"I'm only talking to you because I have to...I'm asking because we found two others on two different moons"
"Other infants?"
"What else?"
Simon sighed "Where's the little one I found", "Getting checked up and tested."
"I want her" He demanded, "No, you don't get to play finders keepers man." , "Let him take her, she won't stop crying anyway.."
"Ava! You- you're supposed to be in bed"
"Yeah, well....Simon's not a convict anymore", "David scoffed standing up his brows furrowed "Ava you have to be joking! he's still one of eden's"
Ava simply scoffed moving into the room
"Out." She demanded, David sighed glaring at Simon before storming off. "Welcome to the consolidation, Simon...I'll grab the little one.
All Simon could really do was sit and wait, his body felt wrong....but....he didn't want to see....what if....he was permanently like this? a monster? a-!
The little infant was plopped on his chest now in a little patchwork onesie.
"Shes healthy." Ava spoke
"Whats her name?"
"What...?'
Ava paused "You are taking her right?"
He looked down at the mutated newborn "Y-yeah...?"
"Then give her a name."
He looked to her for a moment, not a single name popping into mind "Uhm..." , he closed his eyes to think
he really only knew Christian names and ones from Eden, "What was the girl from the bible's name?"
Sif was asleep, she lowly snored and chirped in her sleep. Sebastian held her close to his chest as he hummed and stared at the ceiling.
he didn't have anything else to do, and Sif was out like a light and all he could do was gently run his fingers through her hair, he sighed as a peculiar sea bunny nudged his arm.
He turned his head "whats wrong bub?"
the bunny chirped and spun
"I'm sorry bub but we don't have any food right now. We've got about....thirty minutes till dinner."
Borf pounced on Sebastian's arm and continued to chirp at him "look buddy, I don't know what you want." he grumbled
Sif let out a small cry catching his attention
"Hey-kid...shit.." he looked over to the now panicking Borf as he scooped up the bunny keeping SIf close to his chest as he let the bunny comfort sif
Borf cuddled up to Sif pawing at her to soothe her nightmares as she opened her eyes "Papa?" she looked up to Sebastian
