Making her Joyful Again || RF Julie x FEM reader || L1TTL3_R0TT3N

- Ch. 12: Sprouting -

"So I know I suggested this," [Name] was still throwing Molotov cocktails at a pear tree while she spoke. "But isn't this getting illegal?"

Cod was having a field day, smiling brighter than ever as he continued throwing glitter bombs at the windows of the house. "It's not illegal as long as we don't get caught!" He shouted through his black ski mask."I don't think that logic works here." She groaned awkwardly.

When another bush caught fire, someone finally stepped out onto the balcony. Both Cod and [Name] stopped dead in their tracks. "Shit," Cod mumbled mid-throw. "Shit indeed."

"Are you done?" The person on the balcony shouted down, clearly mad. But not mad enough. [Name] and Cod exchanged glances before dropping whatever was in their hands and running back to Cod's motorcycle.

They took off and [Name] erupted into a fit of laughter. "Holy shit, why wasn't she more mad?" Cod laughed like a hyena along with her. "Fuck, I forgot my keys." [Name] should've sounded upset but it didn't stop their laughter.

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The two of them successfully escaped, stopping in front of Cod's small bungalow. Before they got off, Cod turned his head over his shoulder to look at [Name]. "Thanks for the fun, doll head." His more unnerving pet name, but it was welcome nonetheless. "Any time, fishy."

"You think you got it from here?" He asked as he took off his helmet and ski mask from underneath. [Name] nodded. "Yeah, I got it." She shouted back and made her way down the street with a wave.

As she walked, she saw a small shadow appear behind her. It was short, no taller than three feet tall, with a resemblance to Walden. This was one of Harold's puppets.

Harold liked to dabble in puppet-making, having their appearances similar to beings he knew. The one beside her resembled Walden, or otherwise 'Wally'. A cruel joke that Walden himself hated but had enjoyed once long ago.

His clean pompadour and blue cardigan with yellow trim saturated the area. He simply stared up a [Name] with a never-fading smile. "Harold sent you?" She cocked an eyebrow as her eyelids lowered. Wally nodded. 

He pulled something out of the pocket of his colorful pants, holding it up to her. She opened her hand as they walked and the puppet dropped her house keys into her palm. She winced and groaned.

"...Are you the one that alerted the person on the balcony?" She spoke with a grave tone. When Wally nodded, she huffed in agony. "Great. Let's see what I have to go home to. Come on, Wally." It felt strange to say that name again.

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Walden leaned back carefully, flipping the panhandle in his hand. The pancake, nearly done, flipped over and landed on the other side. Julie smiled and chuckled as she approached him and wrapped her arms around his waist. He leaned his head back, his hair feathering over her horns. 

"The flower..." With the pan in his hand, he used the other one to cup the vase's rainbow flower Ophelia picked. "I can replant it. It's just one flower, it won't hurt." He spoke softly to not unease him. 

"Replant it. I can't have Ophelia start picking them." His voice had a soft firmness to it. Julie removed her hands from his waist, taking the vase. She walked out to the garden quietly and grabbed her gardening gloves from the deck railing.

She kneeled in the dirt and dug into the root system of the flowers. The pupils of the flowers around her all stared directly at her. "House pet." The demoness' sharp voice echoed through the garden.

"I'm just keeping the peace," Julie grunted, replanting the flower with aggravation. When she pulled away, the stem of the flower wrapped around her finger. "Last time I checked,  'keeping the peace' doesn't mean agreeing to whatever that overgrown manchild demands of you."

Julie leaned her head back and let out a heavy breath. No matter how exhausting her husband was, Julianne exhausted her so much more. She invaded her gardens, her home, her reflections, her sight, her body.

"You're getting closer, Julie.." She whispered again, her grip growing tighter. "It won't be long until you finally snap. And when you do, I'll be ready." She laughed her horrific laugh and the stem unraveled from around her wrist. 

"Maybe if I hold on a little longer." Julie winced and pressed her pulse against her forehead. She tightened her grip as she tried to calm herself down. "Just a little longer.."

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[Name] sat down silently, listening to the rushing water from the sink tap. Wally sat down on the table, plush legs dangling off the edge, eating an apple for his work. 

Harold had his sleeves rolled up as he pulled off his daughter's ski mask and began to stroke a damp cloth over the glitter and egg stains on her face. "Did you go vandalizing again?" He used his strict tone as if she were a small child again.

It took her back to when she was a teenager. Fuck, what a memory.

"Cod was mad at me. I wanted to make him feel better." She pouted and hugged her knees to her chest. "Then you use sorcery to keep yourself from getting caught." Harold smiled, continuing to wipe the egg yolk from her face. [Name] slumped and glared up at him.

"You're a good friend, child. I never had friends like that when I was your age." He held his other hand on her shoulder as water dripped down her neck. "Cod and the twins are immeasurably lucky to have you." He kissed the top of her head. To admit, that earned a smile from his daughter.

"I'm lucky as well." He wiped off one more piece of glitter before returning to the sink and rinsing the cloth. "I'm eternally grateful to have found you when I did." He looked over his red shoulder and smiled at his daughter. She smiled in return.

Suddenly, she felt a little hand tug at her sleeve. She looked down to look at the little being beside her. "You're out of apples," Wally spoke in his sleepy and monotone voice.

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