/One Last Laugh?/ /Lolbit x Reader/

/Chapter Five/

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TW: Mentions of Death, Hints toward Abuse
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You sighed at the sight of your house. The car was nice and warmed up, making you not want to leave it, but... not even the car could hide what lies behind those walls. Not even the car could hide the inevitable scream that could shatter windows.

The screams have always been played off as a game. Or a horror movie. And your neighbors believed your parents. Everyone did.

Leaving the warmth of the car that was already cooling down from it being off, you stepped closer to the house you live in. Although, the mere walking turned into a sprint when the scream of your little sister was heard.

Running into the house, you looked around, not seeing the typical spot being inhabited... meaning they were elsewhere. But where?

You placed your keys on the table beside the door, walking further inside. The basement was flooded with water from the last storm... which was a week ago. The kitchen was empty. So was the living room, the usual spots of seeing bloodied kids with the blood splatter on the walls.

It was odd there was only one scream, only from your sister. Lila's twin was usually there with her if she were ever hurt.

Maybe... their bedroom? The twins shared one after all. Lila wasn't screaming, nor was Dani. And Dani usually screamed at his sisters pain.

You walked quickly to their bedroom, silently hoping they're okay. You turned the doorknob to their room and slowly opened the door. Looking inside was like a cheap horror scene.

Your little brother sobbing over a little girl's body. That same girl having looked to have been shot and stabbed, maybe even strangled.

"Dani...? What did they do to her..?" You asked quietly as you entered the room. You sat on your knees beside the little boy.

When looking around the room, you noticed his bed was untouched. Lila's bed 'coated' in blood. It was really just barely covered. The walls had blood splattered on them, and.. so did the ceiling? How did that happen?

Well, her head was a little busted open. And looking at where her body lay and the big spot of blood on the ceiling, it could be 'safe' to assume. They threw her into the roof and made her head bust open.

What in the Happy Tree Friends shit is this?

"They killed her, Y/N... while we were sleeping... she couldn't.. scream...." Dani sounded clearly traumatized. He kept looking at her body crying.

You would've cried too if it weren't for the fact... you've seen this before. Felt it before. Hell, you've even done it before.

"She couldn't scream? But I heard her?" You said as you gently picked Dani up off the floor. His small body was shaking because he knew if he wasn't the youngest–if he wasn't the favorite– he would've also died.

Stereotypical to favorite the youngest, but when it's life or death, you take what you can right then and there. You used to be the youngest, but.. they only liked you until your younger sister Tiffy was in the womb. Yeah, they favored her for a long while.

You had an older sister and brother, too. Twins, they were. The sister, Plinna, moved out ages ago. The moment she was 18, she dipped. Jackel, the twin brother, moved out when he got himself a boyfriend. He never told your parents as they would've killed him then and there for being gay.

You were part of a triple set. The youngest of the triplets. The oldest was killed when he was 6 just for showing the smallest attraction in painting dresses, a 'girlie' thing to like. The middle one was killed almost the exact moment it was born. Born with neither of the genitals made them born nonbinary, one would say, and your parents couldn't allow any form of homosexuality, so they staged an accident.

An accident of dropping the poor newborn out of the hospital window, landing on the floor with a loud splat.

Then, there was you. A fucking disappointment. The mistake of the triplets. They had expected twins, something they were ecstatic about, somehow. But then you popped out, and they despised you, getting pregnant the moment they could.

They would've killed you if it weren't for your extreme memory. You remembered most things. The day your siblings left. The day the ones died had died. The day your siblings were born. The exact distance from one place to another. What exactly you had eaten on your 1st birthday.

Extreme. Perfect. Memory.

A thing you wanted to shut out. They knew you could turn them in, but with how good of liers your parents were, you couldn't get away with it, even now being 17.

"Psst! Y/N! Dani!" A small voice from the crawl space said. Well, not really small, just quiet.

You looked over and saw Tiffy. She should've died ages ago, like you should've. But, she got away from death with a scared half face, making her half blind.

The crawl space was the only spot your parents didn't know existed... yet that is. It's the place Tiffy stayed in since your parents truly thought she was dead.

Entering the small area was easy... for someone small. Dani crawled in and out easily, you however always struggled. The entrance you used had been torn open, meaning there were just wood pieces around.

Crawling in made you not want to leave, but luckily, you won't have to leave until later. You did need the money, but you were told the paycheck was a very good amount. So, as long as you get enough... you can leave the house with Tiffy and Dani. Your only siblings until the one your mother was having is born.

Yes, she's having another. Because having an overall total of 8 kids wasn't fucking enough! They just needed another one to traumatize! And once that one is born... Dani is on the table to get killed, something you will refuse to let happen. Because once it's born, you're leaving. Hopefully, it stays close to the due date and doesn't get born for another few months. By then, you'll be 18... hopefully.

"Y/N? Cuddles?"

You looked over to Tiffy. She always had trouble speaking, but certain things, she could say. "Sure. Come here, both of you."

They crawled over to you and snuggled up to you. You kept an eye out for if those... bitches showed up. You knew they didn't know this spot, but... you couldn't help but worry.

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