Pity party for a Cry baby

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by lady_shogun

by lady_shogun

(A/N:This is what happens when I listen to Melanie Martinez at night)

Third pov

A perfect party was set up. One that was probably too young for Victoria's age, but she wanted it to be this theme. Pastel pinks, cute little cakes, a tea party, teddy bears, balloons...everything that was ever needed for a girly birthday party. Victoria sat at the front of the table with her tea party. She poured herself a cup of tea, and sipped it, then had a cookie.

"They're not coming." Mr Teddy Boojangles stated. "They'll come! True friends come to birthday parties." Victoria assured, pouring Mr Teddy Boojangles a cup of tea. "True friends don't arrive to a birthday party this fashionably late." Mrs Wendy Rabbit snided. Victoria shook her head, ignoring Mrs Wendy Rabbit, "You're just saying that, Mrs. They will come....after all, there might be a inconvenience!" Victoria muttered. Little Frank Kitten rolled his beady eyes, "Why did I even come? This is laaaaaame! I want cake! I want a ballon pet!" Victoria stood up abruptly, "I better go & grab those balloons."

Victoria left the tea table, and went upstairs. "Its okay...no need to panic. Everyone will arrive! They're all just late.." Victoria looked at the clock, and saw that her guests were three hours late, "They're..very late." Victoria grabbed the knife that she kept in her bedside table, and threw it at the clock. The knife struck the clock, and it caused both of them to fall. Victoria stormed over, grabbed the knife, and stabbed the clock over & over again. "Shut up, shut up, SHUT UP! YOU STUPID CLOCK!" she grabbed the clock, and threw it down the stairs. "I-I don't need them! I can have my own party! I'll party it up with Mr Boojangles, and Mrs Wendy a-and Little Frank! They're my true friends!" Victoria looked at herself in the mirror, and saw that tears were forming. She violently rubbed her eyes.

'You promised that you wouldn't cry on your birthday!'

Victoria grabbed the skinny balloons so that she could make the ballon pets for everyone.She went back downstairs, and saw that Mr Boojangles, Mrs Wendy & Little Frank sitting there patiently, drinking tea, and eating cookies. "About damn time that you got here!" Little Frank Kitten hissed. "Sorry for the wait!" Victoria apologised. "I heard a loud crash, what happened there?" Mrs Wendy Rabbit asked. "Oh, that? That was just the clock, but its nothing to be worried about! Lets just start!"

Victoria ripped the packet open, and picked out a green ballon. She blew it up, and tied it up. Eventually, her finished product came to her hands: a ballon dog. "Tadaa! Its a puppy for Little Frank!" Victoria said with a fake happy voice. "Ew what is that? Its hideous! Take it away!" Little Frank Kitten growled. Victoria flinched. "If that was a real dog, I sure as hell wouldn't want to adopt it." Mr Teddy Boojangles blurted. Mrs Wendy Rabbit glared her beady eyes at Victoria, "Are those tears that I see Victoria?" Victoria was shaking, her tears flowing heavily. "N-no I just have something in my eye-" "LIAR!" Little Frank Kitten yelled. "YOU PROMISED THAT YOU WOULDN'T CRY ON YOUR BIRTHDAY! YOU BROKE OUR PROMISE!"

"CRY BABY! CRY BABY! CRY BABY! CRY BABY! CRY BABY! CRY BABY! CRY BABY!" They all yelled over & over.

Victoria grit her teeth, her tears streaming down even faster.

She hated that nickname.

'Thats it. Thats the final straw.'

Victoria stormed up to Little Frank, and grabbed him. She grabbed his head, and ripped his head off, his stuffing flying everywhere. She threw his head at Mrs Wendy Rabbit, knocking her to the ground, "I HATE ALL OF YOU!" Victoria cried, flipping the table. It was raining hot tea & cookies as Victoria ripped Mr Teddy Boojangles open, and snatched at his white stuffing. Victoria rolled over to Mrs Wendy Rabbit, a pink ceramic knife in her hand. She was on her knees in front of Mrs Wendy Rabbit, and stabbed her over & over, stuffing flying. Once Mrs Wendy Rabbit was taken care of, she stomped over to kitchen, and grabbed her birthday cake. She dropped the cake on her dining table, pieces of cake splattering on the table. Victoria got out two tall pink scented candles, and stabbed them inside the now ruined cake. Victoria sat down in her chair, and cried inside her hands. "I'm not a Cry baby....I'm not a Cry baby! I'm one of a kind! N-No one understands.." Victoria cried.

Victoria grabbed a hunk of cake, and tried to eat it, but it was almost like her Cry baby tears wanted to just choke her as she ate. She spat the cake out, and glared at the regurgitated piece of cake. "Why does this always happen every year?"

(A/N:Idk what happened....I guess I kinda listened too much Melanie Martinez and this kinda turned dark...which was just my intention!)