OKAY, SMALL NOTE: THIS WILL HAVE A LOT.
that might be because this is one of the most vital families in the ENTIRE ffgc lore-
either way, YOU'RE IN FOR A TON OF STUFF, SO BUCKLE UP GIRLS, GAYS, THEYS, AND OUR LONE STRAIGHT- /silly
quick tw's: mentions of suicide and other mental health topics, abuse, manipulation, child death, homophobia, biphobia, AND transphobia, alcoholism, and basically just trauma-
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It all starts with a young boy trying to figure out his own identity. He was a glass bottle, containing a dark purple liquid inside of him. That was what everyone could see by just looking at him for a second.
However, he was always a bit reclusive, and scared to fully express himself. That may have been because everyone would tell him off for simply being... a bit out of the ordinary, to say the least.
You see, other boys his age were always expected to find their princesses, and live a happy life. And while he wasn't against the idea of finding a princess... he wouldn't mind a prince either.
He didn't think there was anything wrong with that; and he couldn't understand why everyone told him that that was bad. But it really messed with him... he couldn't control how he felt.
That self-doubt continued to fester in his mind, and he began to detest looking in the mirror. All he saw was some kid who wasn't like the other kids. He liked girls like any other boy... but he also liked boys.
As a result, he found himself in an extremely toxic first relationship sometime in high school, one with a stick... literally, her name was Stick. She was the popular girl, the kind you'd find in most high school movies.
Think like Regina George, or Heather Chandler. That was her. A girl who appeared to be an angel to the outside world, but in reality would rip others to shreds if it benefited her.
Now, what would she see in Ink Bottle, a quiet kid? Why, his family background of course! He grew up in a rich home, one that nobody understood exactly why he hated.
So she was in it for the money. Stick didn't actually like Ink Bottle, not even one bit. She saw him as some weirdo who didn't fit in, not as a calm and listening boyfriend. But he was a safe spot, that was for sure.
As long as nothing big happens...
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They both made a mistake, but what broke them was how they wanted it to go. Stick wanted to keep it, but Ink Bottle didn't want any part of it. He was only eighteen, he didn't want his life to be forced down a path he wasn't sure about just yet...
Luckily, they came to an agreement that while he would provide the law-enforced support, he would have no involvement in its life. That way, he could live on, and Stick would get to have what she wanted.
They were both happy... right?
In reality, Stick was upset that Ink Bottle didn't "do his job" like how she wanted him to do. She wanted him to just go with it, and eventually marry her to support both her and it. However, instead of fighting, she decided to keep up her facade of being a good person.
But also... she especially hoped that it was a girl... and it was. A mini-her. Everything that Stick was, she was. Stick was a popular girl in school, she was a popular girl in school. Stick was manipulative, she was manipulative.
Like mother, like daughter.
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Ink Bottle was older - he was in his mid twenties by then - and rather... lonely. His self-consciousness had only grown stronger, as he refused to accept a part of himself he knew he couldn't change.
