The Not-So-Fabulous Killjoy

Chapter Four - Dr. Death

"Beatrix! Wake up!"
Bee heard a voice calling her, and she turned over, mumbling. "Five more minutes..."
Get up! Listen to them! Don't be so useless!
"Okay, okay!" She sat up and left the tent, to find Poison there, standing and waiting. "What's up?" She rubbed her eyes and yawned.
"Well, you said that you wanted to broadcast something, right?"
"Oh, um, not if it's inconvenient or--"
"No, we already made plans. We're paying Dr. Death a visit."
"Really?"
Don't get so excited so easily!
"Mm-hmm."
Second-guess yourself! Stop!
"Oh, cool! Just give me a minute, okay? I have to go and... get something from my old camp. I remembered I left some stuff a bit ago."
"Okay. Just be quick, okay? No pressure, though. It's fine." He smiled. "We'll be waiting."
Beatrix started walking back to her old camp, and soon enough, she arrived.
This was a terrible idea.
"Live a little." She gathered up the things she didn't bring- her notebook full of survival tactics and knowledge, her personal journal with daily logs (when she remembered), some clothes she owned for hot and cold weather, bandages, lady stuff, and the little personal stuff she had, which included a card from her mom and a necklace. She shoved all the stuff in her arms and her pockets and stood.
Wait.
"Hmm?"
You know you're being stupid, right? Nobody's gonna accept you. You're just another fan.
"I'm not a fan anymore. I'm one of them, and I can prove it."
By what? Shooting a can?
Bee stayed silent.
You should just give up. Nobody needs you.
"Someone needs me."
Who?
The voice started to multiply.
You're useless.
You're stupid.
You're an idiot.
Give up
Give up
Give up
Give up
Cut
Cut
Cut
Cut
Cut--
"Hey, you good?" a voice said. "It's been a bit. Just checking in."
"Ghoul?"
"The one and only. You alright?"
"Fine, fine! You didn't need to check on me. I'm heading back to camp to put this stuff away." She gestured to the stuff in her arms.
"Need help?"
"Thanks, but I'm fine."
"I insist." He took the two notebooks from her and started walking back.
"Okay, then." She followed.
(Time Skip)
"Death!" Poison yelled.
"Party Poison! Haven't seen you in a hot minute." Dr. Death Defying, evidently, walked out from behind the structure they were standing by. His eyes immediately went to Beatrix.
"Who's that?" he asked, pointing at her and looking to Poison.
"Sunny Side." He gestured to her. "She wants to be a Killjoy."
"Hey! You said I was one yourself," Bee said, blushing. Poison chuckled.
"Yep, just joking. She's the new Killjoy."
"Oh! Well, cool. You came for Motorbaby, I assume?"
"Mm-hmm."
Death walked behind the building, called out a girl's name, and came back out in about thirty seconds. Bee became aware of a little girl, maybe 5 or 6, standing near Death. She jumped a bit.
"Who's that?" Bee and the girl said at the same time.
"Oh, Sunny, this is the girl we're protecting," Poison said, and turned to the girl. "This is Beatrix, or Sunny Side. She's a new Killjoy."
"Oh... okay." The girl smiled. "Hi." She walked over to Poison, still looking at Bee.
"Hey," Bee said.
"So, Death, any chance you could mention Sun over here in a broadcast? Wouldn't wanna confuse anyone if they saw her with us."
"No problem. Anything else?"
"Not really. Nice seeing you."
"You, too!"
The Killjoys all said their goodbyes to Death and they headed back to camp.
"Hey, Sunny Side?" the girl said, looking up at Bee.
"Yeah?"
"How old are you?"
"Twenty-three. Why? Am I that short?" She smiled.
The girl laughed. "I'm just asking." Bee ruffled her hair and giggled.
"Well, how old are you?" she asked.
"Six! And can I call you Bee?"
"Oh, everyone calls me that anyways. Of course."