MY DRAFTS FROM EARLIER FICS

wild cards ch9

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the clinking of knives was heard, the mixture of adrenaline and excitement clouding their vision. another one down, so it seemed. they were barely breathing, but if they left them alone then they would at least die of blood loss.

it was simple, really. this person was a lost cause at the least.

humming a whimsical tune, the fool card left the scene, abandoning the mutilated body and leaving it to the worms to rot.

"we'll meet again, dont know where, dont know when~!"

they slipped off the blue rubber gloves they wore, thoroughly getting rid of the evidence of them being there at all.

"but i know we'll meet again, some sunny day~!"

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"...AND ANOTHER THIRTEEN DEAD. BRINGING THIS WEEKS TOTAL KILLINGS TO SEVENTY THREE." the radio boomed, switching to the weather forecast.

you picked your head up from where it rested on the bar, looking over at brooklyn who played with some dolls d'arby bought her. noticing she was being stared at, she looked towards you. "mom, are you ok?"

your eyes softened, "its nothing sweety, just worried.."

with a sing-song hum, she turned back to her dolls and began playing again. "no, im the manager of this place, so you do what i say!" she said, bouncing the doll in her hand with each word as if it was speaking.

she picked up a blonde male doll, one with short hair and fair skin. "you're so mean! im not gonna do what you say!"

feeling amused by what she was playing, you crossed one leg over another and watched her some more. "if you dont do what i say, then i'll hit you!"

"meanie!" she yelled, smacking the (h/c) doll with the blonde, as if the latter slapped the first.

"this shit's like a soap opera.." kira whispered, leaning down next to you. you nodded in agreement.

"hey! you cant do that, you made me sad!"

she turned to the blonde doll again. "sad? you arent mad at me?"

now, she faced the (h/c) doll. "no, im sad.

"why are you sad?"

"because you hurt my feelings! and you made fun of my tattoo!"

"im sorry i made you sad, can we be friends?"

"hmph, well, only if we can get cookies."

"i love cookies!"

she dropped both dolls and reached to grab a shorter one, its looks were similar to that of vendettas. "and so, the two friends became friends again and shared cookies, because they were friends! the end."

you and kira clapped, smiling a bit from how adorable she was. "bravo! what an amazing story, truly a tale of the times!" you cheered.

brooklyn looked at you with a bashful smile. "thanks mom... what story should i do next!"

kira looked at you, then the ceiling, then back at Brooklyn. "what about... a.. secret wedding?"

brooklyn scrunched her face in thought, before clapping her hands together and smiling. "thats a great idea! thank you mister kira!"