Papa told me
Tw: talks and mentions of child r*pe and other topics because this is Valentino and he ain't a good man.
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Your father was a cold strict man, uncaring even when it came to important family events. It didn't surprise you when your dad and your pa got divorced for good this time, the less kinder one getting custody of you completely.
Now you barely got a chance to visit your pa anymore. Your dad being cold and petty refused him multiple times, your pa threatening to take him to court about the issue and the neglect you went through. But the three of yous knew nobody cared, that this was hell and anything went.
So is there ever was a case of child r*pe or forced incest nobody batted an eye. Especially if it was Valentino, the man was known for the awful deviant things he did up in the living world.
But he never once touched you in any way that went against fatherhood. Which was why it was so uncomfortable, sitting next to the tall man that you consider a father. The silence was broken by his smooth-ish voice, "don't ever rely on anybody. You hear me y/n?" He whispered, looking down at you, the cool air chilled you more than you already were by the cold tone he spoke in.
You nodded slowly, looking down at your hands as he continued. The red sun in the sky setting slowly casting an orange red hue over his purple skin. "Only lonely people gonna hold you, Only those who can't help themselves, yeah, only those who will need your shelter."
His voice trailed off, gaze fixated on your shriving form.
The next morning went like clockwork, get up, eat, change, go to the studio, and back to bed. Nothing changing except an unexpected visit from your pa, his screen glitching out in anger as he agrued back and forth with your father.
I believe, I believe in daddy trying
I believe in papa lying
I believe in education
Nurture and good education
Valentino sat you down next to him, instructing you on how to play the guitar he had got you for your sixteenth birthday, your fingers nimbly plucking the strings gently.
Daddy gave me music lessons
Now I play the saddest songs
Is that really what daddy wanted?
For his baby to be so haunted?
Is that really what he intended?
The days went by like a blur, nothing seemed to go your way as of late. Everything crumbled around you in a hasty fire, lighting your world you once loved in flames, leaving you behind with charred remains.
"Um, excuse me? Are you perhaps... Y/n by any chance?" A boyish voice calls out from behind you. Turning around you nodded to whoever asked, seeing where the boyish voice came from.
The person behind you had white fur with pink patterns in it, his hair fluffed up to the side flamboyantly, a pair of white gloves hugged his upper arms as a pair of hot red gloves hugged his lower pair of arms. The top half of his suit undone showing an ungodly amount of white chest fluff, his suit held to his side well, making his waist smaller than it probably already was. His eyes were two different colors, one almost completely black while the other a pretty shade of mundane pink much like the spots adorning his white fluffy hair.
"Um, yeah?" You turn your body to fully look at him, you being a lot taller than him helped not having to look up at him. The wings on your back fluttered for a moment before resting, a nervous tick you had. Your skin was a dark purple blue, your eyes being much like your father's only blue with odd red circles, in your right eye. Your hair a soft blue with two curled antennas.
The spider smiled, extending his hand out to you which you grasped gently. "Angel dust! I spotted you on the pole a few nights ago and thought: why not get to know you better instead of lingering in the dark just to catch a glimpse of ya!" He spoke energetically, his smile kind, eyes matching his grin.
His arms tugged you along side him as he rambled happily to you. This was the start of an unexpected friendship.
Pretty soon the two of you started to hang out more and more, you unknowingly distancing yourself from your father without knowing. But how could you know when angel dust blinded you with soft smiles and sweet honeyed words?
The night was far colder than usual, this time you were the one to call, much to angel dust's surprise and your own. Asking if he wanted to go out and watch some shitty romcom with you, and he agreed.
The two of you didn't expect hell to get so cold though. But it was to be expected, it was winter time up in the living world. Angel dust wrapped himself up in your hold, "hold me closer, Even though I'm a friend,"
He told me
Chuckling you did as he asked, your gangly limps helping to cover him up like a blanket. "You're just lonely, help me help ya, Even though I know you're just helpless."
He said this
The words he spoke could be a bit odd when spoken but this was angel dust. Everything he said and did was odd, and it wasn't like the red flags were as seeable as they were now.
I believe, I believe in conversation
In good communicating
I believe in letter-writing
But now all I write are melodies (melodies)
Simple, sweet, that simply haunt me
Little rhythms that scold and hold me
Only 'cause I know they are lonely
Daddy told me
You should've stopped when you had the chance, to save your father while you still had the chance. But no, you just had to agree with angel dust to go out for a walk in the woods.
It was silent, the woods were cold and foreboding. And you couldn't shake the feeling of being stalked, angel dust's footfalls grew quieter and quieter, slowing behind you to take a "piss".
He farted behind a tree, signaling for the sinned who had stalked you to attack which they did. All of them swarming you with various sharp weapons thrown and pointed at you.
Daddy help me, I'm helpless, I'm helpless.
I'm tempted, I'm tempted
Can't you see it's only loneliness?
And it's helpless, oh, it's helpless
You threw them off of you, fingers shaking as you pulled the trigger on your gun you had, shooting the attackers while being repeatedly stabbed in the back. Your energy fading face as you sunk lower to the ground as angel dust stared coldly down at you as you cried for his help, he only doing so vary slowly.
He dragged you to the shore line, forcing you to stare at the mauled boy of your father.
I took what daddy told me
And kept it forefront in my head
But now that daddy's dead
Tears sprung up into your eyes, liquid blue tears streamed down your face, falling onto the the ground as angel dust laughed at your pitiful state. His finger dug harshly into your cheek turning your head to face him, his words no longer as sweet as they used to be, "I love how you are lonely, you help me, help ya hold me."
I take what daddy told me
He whispered softly into your ear, releasing you from his hold. "Why? Why'd you do it?" You choked out through the sobs, staring at him with blurry eyes. Angel dust cackled holding his stomach like he had just heard the funniest joke. "Why? Oh it's vary simple. Revenge, for everything he's ever done to me. For r*ping me multiple times when I asked him to stop! FOR HURTING ME COUNTLESS TIMES!! THE FUCKING LIMP-DICK..." He took a breath, running a hand through his hair, pulling it back.
And read what daddy wrote me
And I read it to you slowly
And you told me he was lonely
Oh my daddy, he was lonely
And that's what he really told me
"Bastard deserved it. For killing my pig, for killing my husband. And he thinks he can get away with it? Without consequences? As if I'd let him walk." He spoke much more calmly, stepping up to you.
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You didn't have the energy to move, your world fading around you as you watched angel dust walk away leaving you to die in a puddle of your own blood. Tears streamed your face as you sang your last woes softly, fading from the world. "Daddy, had told me that only lonely people will hold me, only those who can't help themselves, yeah, only those who will need my shelter..." You whispered out, the crows and vultures circling around your slowly dying body.
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