If You Have Ghost One Shots...You Have Everything

Archbishop Copia

bf/n = Best Friend's Name

Dealing with grown people is the worst thing ever. However, dealing with baby ghouls is a whole nother ball game. Being the "adoptive" parent of five ghouls and three ghoulettes is no easy task, so when Sister Imperator assigned you to the new position, you wanted so badly to deny it. You would have denied the position then and there if you didn't have the eight toddlers already hugging your legs, except the one had to be at least five feet tall. A few months have passed since then, but you can still get annoyed with the small demons. They are balls of energy, constantly. Especially Sodo and Sunshine. Those two could run around the whole church ten times and still not be tired,

"SODO! NO!" You scream running after the fire ghoul. He somehow got his hands on your dagger that you're required to wear for protection. The clergy takes protecting the ghouls very seriously, and since you did have a background in combat, that only added to your resume. Your uniform was simple. A black shirt with a square neckline and puffy sleeves that went down to your elbow joint, high waisted black jeans that were stretchy and felt more like leggings, and black Dr. Martens with a gold grucifix stitched into the side. Your dagger was kept on your hip, under your clothes, in a sheath that was supposedly locked away with magic to only open for your hand. Clearly it hadn't worked. The other ghouls and ghoulettes laughed as Sodo ran under tables, around chairs, and through your legs with the object. Sodo fell, tripping over a chair. Your eyes went wide and the room went silent as he fell on the hand that held the dagger. You quickly rush over to him and roll his tiny body over. You pick him up into your lap, cradling him in your arms.

You let out a sigh of relief, the dagger stabbed through the floor. Sodo started crying, "It hurts! Owww." He holds his hands against his stomach, "Okay, okay let me see." You slowly lift up his shirt to reveal a brown and blue bruise against his gray skin, "Awww, i'm sorry buddy. Here I'll fix it." You gently rest your hand over the tender spot and close your eyes. Sodo stops bawling and starts to sniffle. You focus your attention on the hurt and pain he was feeling. You picture the bruise lifting off of his skin, and his pain transferring to your body. After a second you open your eyes and remove your hand. His stomach looked normal, "Thanks Bamby!" That was your nickname, it's short for the Italian word bambinaia which roughly translates to nanny. The sharp stinging pain was clear in your abdomen now, but as usual, you kept the pain hidden, "Any time mi amor. Now," You stand over the hilt of your blade, still stuck in the floor, "Let's get this out." You pull out the dagger from the carpet and resheath it. You stand up and notice that all of the demons are gone, "Shit. You mumble." There were four rooms in the nursery. Their bedrooms, the playroom, the snack room, and the school room.

You thought that they would all be in the playroom, but it was empty. Nothing but dolls of demons, coloring books, and Legos scatter the floor. You stand there for a second confused. How could eight children just disappear? You looked away for literally five seconds and they were gone. As you mentally pray and cuss out Satan for cursing you with this job you move to the snack room. Aether and Mountain have devised a plan to sneak more fruit roll ups and gushers recently and the two o'clock sugar highs ratted them out. Mountain is only five, about to be six and he is five feet tall. He is too kind to not help out his brothers with their sly tricks. The kitchen was just as empty as the play room. You open the cabinet door and count the amount of gushers left in the box, twenty. Just like this morning. You raise an eyebrow while checking the fruit rollup count, thirty, "What?" You audibly gasp. Your brain cannot process the fact that these kids may actually be in the school room. It took a war to try and get Swiss and Sodo to stop throwing things at each other across the room and another battle to get Sunshine to stay still. Eventually, you asked the Clergy for beanbags and yoga balls to calm them all down, it works. You shake your head to get out of the confusing fog your mind was put in and hurriedly run to the school room.