The Day My Life Began

Child's Play (Killjoy's CM Story)

"It was some time ago, back when I was your age Lilac. Raspberry and myself were living with our parents in a small apartment, nothing too special was happening. Until our neighbor's sixth birthday came around, and he got a present that changed our lives...

"Forever...

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Sitting in a small living room playing with various toys, were three kids. It was a slightly old apartment building they were in, with pale yellow wallpaper, a box TV, small fireplace behind it and three small couches with one being able to seat one person, the one across from it two and the one facing the TV three.

In the kitchen, was their babysitter. She was a little short, with a brown perm, dark brown eyes, a slightly tan complexion with small freckles to decorate her cheeks. Wearing a forest green sweater, a black skirt and tights, and black heels. She was sneaking a few bits of the chocolate birthday cake, almost unaware of the children's actions in the living room.

A small boy with a bowl haircut, wearing a blue shirt and matching pajama pants was playing with construction tools and a large doll wearing similar clothes. Next to him was a small girl with slightly pale skin playing with a smaller doll, she was wearing a purple nightdress with little white frills on the cuffs of her wrists, collar and bottom end. Her hair was long and black, going far past her shoulders. Her eyes were a lovely color, the same shade of blue as an ocean-

"Wait, Aunt Killjoy. You're eyes are purple."

"Yes, I'm getting to that Lilac. Now shut up."

-that brightened whenever she smiled. She was excited to be invited to this small slumber party, with only her older sister and their mutual friend as the parties attendees.

Sitting on the three person couch simply watching the TV, was the third child. She was the eldest of all of them and it clearly showed. The six-year-old would hold herself quite unlike her two companions playing on the floor, her gaze would linger on her sister before turning back to the TV. Her nightgown was light pink, having similar frills like on her sister's dress. Her hair was black, but was beautifully curled to almost the highest level of cuteness. Her amber eyes kept looking at the small red haired doll with almost fear, as though she knew something no one else did.

"See, that's how you build things." The young boy, Andy, told the doll wearing a blue helmet reading Good Guy.

The girl on the couch stiffened when the doll's head moved towards the TV when the anchorman brought up the killer Charles Lee Ray. He went on to explain how a man called Eddie Caputo had escaped from the precinct.

"Hey Chucky, you're not watching me." Andy commented. This caused the doll's blue eyes to widen look back at the small truck made of wood, half completed.

"Hey, wanna play?" The doll said in it's almost child-like voice, unknowingly giving the curly haired girl chills. It reminded her of another doll asking to play a game, staring at people with it's red eyes and white face all creepily.

"Morgan, why don't you come and play with us?" The girl playing with the smaller doll asked her sister.

"Because Darcy, I'm too mentally mature to deal with your childish antics." The curly haired girl explained, still looking at the TV.

"You talk funny." Darcy laughed, continuing to play with her doll.

The babysitter, Maggie Peterson, suddenly stopped her kitchen activities.

"Hey time for bed kids." She said, fixing her sweater and licking the remains of cake of her fingers.

The two children on the floor stood up, the boy looking at the doll expectantly.