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neon gravestones try to call for my bones by aletterinthenameofsanity for troublegoblin
Fandoms: Dead Boy Detectives (TV)
31 Oct 2025
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Summary
Monty always knew it was going to end this way, him on the pavement, blood pouring out of a wound in his stomach, prey for whatever other mob boss that Charles and Edwin pissed off with their investigations or that his mother pissed off with her stealing and underhanded dealing and her lack of fear of killing her business opponents.
Either way, he dies. Either way, he is devoured by the city and her restless children and her hungry streets.
At least he gets to see the stars, Monty thinks, even as they begin to wink out.
Or maybe that's not the stars at all. Maybe that's just the neon lights, the lights on the Red Light District beckoning in clients like moths to a flame. He knows that his mother trades similar tricks with her girls before she swallows them whole, absorbing them into the monster that is the brothel at the back of her speakeasy.
Monty knows what he'd like to believe. Monty knows what he'd like to see, in the sparkling lights, in the theater marquees, in the drive-in theaters, in the gunshots, in the blood, in-
Monty Finch is dying, he knows, and he knows that no one will mourn him.
(Monty's been shot. He has no idea who did it, but does it really matter the answer?)
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- Part 31 of ya girl does whumptober 2025