And... Here's little sibling number three. Great job on the name, Dad. Merciless... Merciless Joku. That'll stick... My two other younger brothers, Crescent and Angst, peer over the side of the cradle in awe at the small, purple-eyed baby.
"He looks like Dad!" Crescent cries, pointing at our father. Dad has two different forms, and one of them indeed does resemble the little boy in the cradle before us.
"He does, doesn't he?" Mom chuckles. "So... What do you think of him, hm?"
Angst sticks his tongue out disapprovingly. Dad rolls his eyes.
"Oh, come on, kid. What's wrong with your little brother?"
"He looks like you," Angst mumbles.
Dad gasps, and Mom bursts out laughing, picking up a crying Merciless and rocking him.
"Did you just hear the kid, Kills? He doesn't like me! The nerve..."
I smirk. "Well, that makes three of us... Maybe we'll convince Merc to join us I'm disliking you in the future..."
"DARK MOON!"
"HAHAHA HAHAHA!"
Crescent, Angst, and I laugh evilly. Merciless cooes in an attempt to copy us. Mom smiles at this, while Dad seems outraged. (Although it's a joke, I can tell. He's very dramatic, anyway.)
"KILLER! THE KIDS ARE AGAINST US!"
"No," Crescent objects with a smile. "Just you."
Dad rolls his eyes and exits the room with very unnecessary dramatic flare. Mom laughs again, tapping the bridge of Merciless's nose gently.
"Well, aren't you three the nicest kids..."
{finish bc the author is lazy and doesnt wanna continue this, Lamoo. }
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{a special idiot} || Killermare
FanfictionYES IM WRITING ANOTHER ONE. I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO AND THIS SHIP JUST MAKES ME HAPPY, OKAY?! If you don't like it, cry about it- (kidding. Just don't read if you don't like Killermare. Or me. If you don't like me, too.)
