Oh me, oh my, and oh boy!
It's time to meet the Joy Joy Gang
Who puts a smile on everybody's face!
Just open up your eyes and imagine your surprise
That this is everybody's happy place!
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So… Joy Joy Gijinkas… /ih
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their child dies hcs ; joy joy gang
requested by ; anonymous (17/05/22)
fandom(s) ; dark deception
fandom masterlist(s) ; here
character(s) ; hangry the pig, lucky the rabbit, penny the chicken
outline ; “Omg your 'joy joy gang with a kid reader' are so good! But wait wait wait, I want a part 2! how about a mortal came in and then ACCIDENTALLY kill the child on the process. How would their react seeing their child- i mean... The KID dead ? Ignored my request if it's make you uncomfortable :D”
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warning(s) ; child death, canon typical levels of violence
they thought you were safe — you were meant to be safe
they’d made sure you were comfortable and contained in your bedroom before the human even got there — giving you strict instructions to stay there until they came to get you
but the mortal found you first — following the trail of duplicates into the main building and breaking into your room
he probably thought that there was a weapon or a secret escape route there given how many of them were guarding you
but no
it was just you — a tiny, fragile, helpless little human child with your joy joy gang plushies and your merchandise shirt that was four sizes too big
innocent, vulnerable, weak
and he killed you despite it all; slaughtering you in his panic before raiding your play/bedroom for everything it had
convincing himself that you were just another demon and not a child and it was fine — it had to be fine
searching for anything that could help him but finding nothing but soft toys and crayon sketches and fluffy blankets that frayed at the edges
you really were a kid
their kid
and you were dead
and they had seen it all — penny had seen it through the flickering eye of a felled duplicate
and when she saw your blood she screamed — a harrowing, deathly wail that only mourning mothers can make
and lucky and hangry’s metal hearts sank because they knew — of course they did, how could they not?
they’d failed you and you were gone and they would sooner die than let that mortal get away with it
and, rest assured, they didn’t — he never made it out of their dimension and anyone who would have seen what remained would have never even recognised it as human
but they never got over their loss, most people never do, and they mourn you every moment of every day
seeing you in every smile and every sunset and every laugh and tree and soft thing
they never buried your body as you never rotted, instead putting you back in your bed and letting you rest before boarding the room back up
they still visit you, though, as often as they can — but they never mention it to the others
because above it all, despite it all, you will always be their kid
penny’s little squishie
hangry’s chief taste tester
lucky’s tiny mischief maker
their baby, their human, their child
in life and in death
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