POV: Your Mother Marries Into a Serial Killer Family

So About Those Kids...

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     To say Blix was nervous was an understatement, they were a distressed bride on edge, on the verge of pulling their hair out.

   After 2-3 years of dating, and months of planning, Blix and Masky's wedding was finally happening. There they sat in the bride's suite in front of the vanity, staring at themselves as their dress got tightened from behind.

   "You sure I look good Row?"

   "Yes! I've been saying it for the past 10 minutes" Blix's older sister Rowan sighed as they did last-minute checks on the dress, making sure everything was good to go. "What you look like should be the least of your worries-".

   And here comes the same question-

   "When will you tell him about the kids?"

      Blix groaned, after all, they've heard this question from Rowan multiple times. Being a good-looking queen was only a small fraction of Blix's job, they were a mother of 3 children plus 2 that somehow died. Do I know how they died? Nope. But that's irrelevant, moving on.

      "I swear I'll tell him eventually when the time is right I hope". Row just snorted at hearing the same response Blix always gave when they got asked the question.

   "Don't know why I expected a different answer this time, look, just promise me you'll tell Masky by the end of the day, he has a right to know" Row stated as they went to give Blix a back hug. Row knew what those kids were capable of, oh poor Timothy...

   "Yeah yeah I will" Blix rolled their eyes and smiled. "Can't believe the day I walk down the aisle in a fancy white dress has come".

   "Oh yeah... reminds me of our first time meeting" Row happily stated at the thought of the old memory. And now for the first flashback of many that are to follow. Time to turn back time to many years prior today...

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   The year was... I got no flipping idea, but tis it was a long time ago, and no, not as old as the dinosaurs.

   Young Blix had simply walked out of the grocery store without their mother knowing because she had refused to buy Blix that white people pasta they had desperately begged for. Blix had never seen such Bullshit before, and so they walked out and made their way to the thrift store on the same block a few stores down.

    Upon arriving at the storefront, they heard rustling from the alleyway right next to the store. Blix knew this could be dangerous, but dangerous was their middle name. No literally it is, it's why Blix is the menace to society known in our present time. Perfect for Timothy 'Lung Cancer Stage 4' Wright.

   They gulped and decided to venture into the alleyway towards the rustling noises. Young Blix hesitated but spoke.

  "Um, Hello?"

   Soon a medium-sized box had come into Blix's view. The thought of it possibly being a cat came to Blix's mind for a split second, until a child popped out. A very messy child.

    "HELLO! Are you the owner from that thrift store?" the child had exclaimed happily, smiling at Blix. The child had ginger tangled hair with twigs and different leaves in their hair. But that wasn't the weirdest thing to Blix at the moment. It was the fact that the only thing they were wearing was a vintage wedding dress WAY too big for them.

   "No? Why would I be the ow-"

   "OH THANK GOODNESS, my name's Rowan by the way!" Blix got cut off by the wedding dress child named Rowan who was now sticking their hand out for a handshake.