Kill all the Joy (Frerard MPREG)

Four

The door opens and I just see the blue and grey jacket and the mop of blue hair. The grey skinny jeans and the pretty face belong to one of the most hated and outcasted Killjoys of them all.

Nuclear Ghost.

She was born a spy for Korse but then broke free a few years ago. She still steals from Killjoys and lurks around places. It looks like she was lurking around here before she heard her name mentioned. Ghost owns a shop that fixes things like Ray guns and cars are things like that. She has amazing mechanical skills and I think that's the only reason why Dr D let's her stay as a Killjoy.

She smiles as she walks in and slums into the seat, the blue messy fringe covering her green eyes.

"I heard you mention my name," she says. "What kind of shit am I in now?"

Dr D looks at everyone and then back at Ghost. "Party will be working in your shop for the next few weeks."

She sighs and puts her chin in her palm. She leans forward on the table and puts her elbow on it to support her arm. I can now see her face. Yes, she is one of the most beautiful Killjoys out there. But she's bad news. She's a thief and I don't really know which side she's on.

"I might be able to deal with a few weeks of Party. How many weeks do you want?" She asks and eyes her fingernail.

"About nine months." Dr D says.

Ghost let's out a snort and then laughs. She laughs loud. She thinks it's a joke. She then looks at Dr D and realises that he isn't smiling. Her face drops. "Oh you can't be serious! Nine months? What the fuck. Is he pregnant or something?" She says that as a joke but she doesn't realise how true it is.

"Yes, Ghost it is a long time but Party can't be chasing Dracs while he's pregnant, can he?" Dr D explains.

Ghost's face changes. "You mean to say that Party Poison is actually pregnant?"

We all nod at the same time. She looks straight at me and narrows her eyes. "Alright. You can work in my shop. But is doesn't mean that I like you, Party Poison, and I never will." She says bitterly.

"Well I don't like you either." I tell her.

She scowls and leans back on her chair.

"At least I'm not a guy and pregnant." She mutters

And that's when I know that the next few months will be hell.