DHMIS Who Are We? Fanfiction (Includes Red × Duck)

Chapter 2, PT 3, Flashback ❤️‍🔥👿

(A/N + TW: Hello everyone! The parts that look like are slanted like this is a flashback. The first scene is placed as a flashback of Doi and his younger years when he lived with his father [Roy]. There are such themes as abuse, neglect, abandonment, self harm, the R and F slur and Queer used as a slur, cursing, and drinking [alcohol] )

3rd POV

"---And stay in there you little bitch!" Roy screams at Doi, slamming the door in his face. Doi backs away from the door, crying deeply, his sobs coming out heavier and hard to keep quiet. "If you don't shut your trap, I'll come in there and make you!" Roy yells through the door, hearing Doi crying.

Doi can't stop himself from crying. He is shaking hard and flapping his hands to stimulate and try to calm himself. "Stop crying, stop crying, stop crying," he sobs to himself. He lifts his arms over his head and bangs on his head really hard over and over again. "STUPID, STUPID, STUPID!" Doi yells at himself.

Doi's door swings open, hitting him in the face and he falls to the floor, "Are you calling me stupid, you little bitch??" Roy screeches at Doi, furrieated.

"No! No! Daddy, I swear I wasn't!!" Doi sobs, scooting himself back away from his dad.

"I'll show you what happens when you call your Father stupid!" Roy hisses, grabbing Doi by his arm, pulling him up and into the living room. The fireplace crackles, the wood that Roy had just put in burning nicely. "You," he slams his belt down on Doi, "Are so," he raises his arm and slams it down again again Doi' s arms that arm trying to cover his face, "Worthless!" Roy yells at Doi.

Roy lowers his belt, breathing heavily. "Maybe you'll think next time before speaking, you Ret@rted piece of shit," Roy says, out of breath. He looks at his quivering son on the ground, and then rolls his eyes, walking away. He goes to the kitchen and grabs his licor off the shelf. "I don't know why I ever even had you," Roy mumbles after taking a swing of his licor. "Your just wasting space in this house, I could have extra room, I could have women over, but no, I have a little f@ggot son that doesn't do anything good."

"I'm sorry, daddy," Doi whimpers. "I know I'm worthless. I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

"Yeah, you are worthless. A yellow piece of gum stuck to everyone shoe. Your a disappointment. You could've been so much better, but now your this-- this queer and ugly little boy," Roy says, taking another swing of alcohol. "Now get up you little shit, stop crying and go to bed."

"Yes sir," Doi quivers. He gets up slowly and holds his arm that is now covered in bruises close to him, walking to him room quickly, making sure not to anger his father again.

~~~~~~~~~~ (back to present time)~~~~~~~~~

Doi sits in the bathroom, on the toilet lid, crying deeply into his hands. "Doi," a voice like his says calmly. Doi gasps, startled. He looks up and sees himself-- no, the other him, staring at his through the mirror. His hair is neatly combed, like usual, and his eyes bright green.

"Wh-What do you want!" Doi cries.

"Calm down, Doi," the other him says calmly. "Red would never hurt you."

"I- I know-- but it--it was just a reflex-- i-i didn't mean to. I think he's mad at--" Doi rambles.

"He's not mad at you, he's coming right now to make sure your okay," the other him says.

". . . Who are you?" Doi whispers, wiping his eyes.

"Well. . . I'm you. . . Just smarter."

"You- you run on the good batteries."

"Yes," The other him nods. "You can call me Iod."

"Iod?" Doi thinks quietly. That sounded so familiar. That name felt like his own. It took him a second to realize it was his own name spelt backwards. But now, Doi didn't feel like his name. Iod felt like his. It felt like the other him took his own name.

"Yes, well, maybe you don't quite remember," Iod mumbles.

"Re-Remember what?" Doi whispers.

"My replacement? I understand if you don't remember," Iod says.

"Doi?" Red knocks on the bathroom door. He lows his fist from the door and then clasps it around his bandaged wrist, the wound throbbing underneath. He felt his whole body wanting to tear off his own skin, peeling it off like a wet bathing suit. This skin wasn't his own, this body wasn't his. It wasn't right.

Doi looks back at the door, realizing Red was there. He looks back at the mirror and sees only himself. His messy hair and wet eyes. Doi looks down and then goes to the door, opening it slightly. "Yeah?" Doi whispers.

"Are you okay? I'm so sorry, I-I didn't mean to--" Red begins to ramble.

Doi flings the door open, jumping into Reds arms, hugging him tightly. "It's not your fault. I promise Red. None of this was because of you."

Red hesitated then slowly put his arms around Doi's shoulders. "My name is Harry," Red whispers hesitantly. "You can call me Harry."

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