Do You Promise? I Promise.

Hope and Happiness

First off, just wanted to say
Wattpad is dummy thicc deleting this story over 7 times—
Can I get in F in chat please for ultimate delete loop?
Obviously the work of an enemy stand—
A n y w a y s

Hello there! And welcome to my
Doppio x Child!Reader story 💗
Here's a few things I would like to say before you dive into this creation of mine.
You may have heard the works of this story in my other book Full On Crack which I recommend if your a big Part 5 fan like myself and want a good laugh.
There is no update schedule just like my other story, seeing you guys view, vote, comment, and just love my work(s) gives me motivation to keep writing and publish another chapter as fast as I can! 💗
Yes I purposely did change from she/her to you at the end, after all this is a reader insert and I'm trying something new.
Please don't be afraid to leave feedback! It helps me develop my writing and give you, the readers, the best possible experience.
This story is based of an OC of mine along with the stand Pixies.

Anyways uwu,
I hope you enjoy 💗

(Y/N) - Your Name
(L/N) - Last Name
(H/C) - Hair Color
(E/C) - Eye Color

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She laughed loudly, happily, watching the pink male frantically search for something, as he made this silly noises. Perhaps imitating a cell phone?

Her giggles ensued, the alleyways brick walls echoing back, as if too enjoying her laughter. She sat happily on the plastic casing of the dumpster, her dumpster, when the pink haired male was in front of her, on his knees before reaching out and taking ahold of a rotten banana peel and bringing it to his ear before speaking.

The small girl could only tilt her head to the side, confused on why he was talking to a banana peel, but then again she talked to things that weren't real either.

Such as inanimate objects, her dumpster being one of them, but also broken toys and discarded things that no one else wanted. But most importantly her friend Pixie.

Pixie had been with her since the beginning, right when things went south in her life. Unfortunately at the ripe age of 4, the poor girl had lost everything, she lost her world, her parents. It had never been a good upbringing but they cared for her, it was unfortunate their drugs were laced and killed them not even 30 minutes into their high. And that's when Pixie appeared, or better known as the stand Pixies.

Because she was small so vulnerable in the world, her stand had manifested, to keep her safe from the dangers. But as the name goes, it was such a tiny stand, no more than 6 inches tall. Perfectly symmetrical and such glittery wings, sharp tipped ears and a round little face. Hazel locks formed neatly to accommodate her facial features, including her deep brown eyes. Her clothes were one of nature, and shoes with little 4 leaf clovers on them. This was the basic form Pixie, but the young girl didn't need to know she was more than a friend, or better yet, that Pixie could split into multiple Pixies.

One form of that stand was enough to protect her, and it was very easy to change her form if need be. To change into different abilities and attributes whenever her master needed her to.

"Pixie?" The young girl said, barely above a whisper. A small white light fluttered next to her, a small and semi-quiet bell chime could be heard to those who could see stands, but to the girl it was a light angelic voice.

"Yes?" Pixie asked flying softly before landing on the girls shoulders, to conceal her presence even if she couldn't be seen by any people that she knew of.