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One was a witch. A very, pretty witch. She would elegantly walk in Yoyle City like it was a runway, and have her floating hands take anything she wanted. She did get everything she wanted, after all. And what she wanted was Fifteen. Sure, she can get any other man, or woman, in Yoylecity. But she wanted Fifteen, yes, the ugly ass bum who stays in her cabin all of the time.
Fifteen was a bit.. unique, she was a mess, compared to One. Fifteen couldn’t do much correctly, the one thing she can do is hunt, and be violent. It’s a stupid talent, yes, but when she was a child, she didn’t do much, her mom wasn’t home very often, probably partying, and her dad was a stay at home dad, who just gambled on boxers, but when he wasn’t gambling, he would take Fifteen out to hunt deers. Fifteen never complained, of course, but it would’ve been nice if she could do anything else that was considered “special”.
BASICALLY 15 YEARS AGO. HAHA GET IT, FIFTEEN?
Young Fifteen was adventurous, like her father, but more trouble, since I mean, she’s around 10 years old 15 years ago. Right now, her and her father were going hunting, for the first time ever.
FIFTEENS FATHER: Fifteen, hold the gun correctly.
Younger Fifteen was currently trying to aim the gun at the small bunny, struggling a lot.
She spoke up, with a surprisingly small voice, even though they have a deep voice in the future.
YOUNG FIFTEEN: I’m trying!!
Young Fifteen pouted, looking at the bunny, while kneeling on one of her legs.
Fifteen's father looked at her and sighed, positioning the gun correctly in Young Fifteen's hands, guiding the young child slowly in a tutorial until the position was finally the correct one.
She smiled and looked at her father, the smile getting larger, ear to ear.
FIFTEENS FATHER: Alright, Tiger, aim and pull the trigger.
Young Fifteen looked sharply at the bunny, this was going to be her first ever shot.
She was honestly a little scared, so she quickly looked away when she pulled the trigger on the poor, sweet bunny.
When Fifteen looked back, the bunny was dead, she succeeded, and immediately looked at her father for approval. He nodded, and patted Young Fifteen’s head.
FIFTEENS FATHER: Good job, Tiger, you want it for lunch, eh?
He said, with a thick Russian accent, and smiled warmly.
Fifteen immediately nodded, she was hungry.
YOUNG FIFTEEN: Yes, Dadda!
She smiled, gleefully, like it was the happiest she was with the world.
Fifteen skipped around her father, giggling like a toddler.
BACK TO THE PRESENT.
Fifteen sat in her old couch that she got from her father 5 years ago, when she moved out. She was currently eating a microwaved Mac and cheese. It was a bit crispy, but whatever, Mac and cheese is Mac and cheese. Her cabin was a mess. She never exactly did any chores before, Fifteen must admit, her father normally did all the work. She was only taught violence.
She had visitors, yes, but she didn’t exactly care for them. There was Zero, who was her acquaintance, and also a part-time roommate. Zero did have a friend-crush on Fifteen, yes, but it was one-sided. Zero wasn’t at the cabin, currently, he was having a big ol’ date with !!!!!!!Fourteen!!!!!!! (Not fifteen.). And Fifteen? She is eating. Like a fatass.
BACK TO ONE!!!! 🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯
One was floating around, coming up with ideas. Yes, she had her little fucking deals still going around, but the FBI is onto her. Yes, somehow she attracted the FBI. Although it’s not very threatening at all. In this universe, the FBI stands for, “FIREY BEATS ILEAFY” which is the group Firey and Leafy started after BFB. It’s pretty stupid. One also thought it was absolutely ridiculous like a moron made it, while Firey is a moron, so it works.
One laid all the deals she had made onto the ground, studying the print carefully. She then decided, what’s more bad, than changing the rules of the deal?. She quickly changed the rules for pencils deal, first.
She looked down, feeling terrible. That’s technically her daughter, who she abandoned, so she tore the deal, and sank to her knees. One knew Fifteen was the other parent of Pencil and Leafy, two daughters she had to abandon, but instead watch from the sidelines. Fifteen just didn’t know she had children. They were both drunk when Fifteen knocked One up, after all. She looked down at her laced, dark blue, elegant dress. And then she looked back up at her television, watching Pencil, and then she switched it back to watching Leafy.
She felt like a complete failure, a mess on the inside. Sure, she was beautiful, stunning, even. But not perfect. One wondered, can she reunite her family? One thought a bit more, and pulled out her phone, probably from her ass, I don’t know, don’t ask me. She pulled up Fifteen’s contact, and opened the messages, she hasn’t texted Fifteen in 3 years.
One took a steady breath and typed,
One: Fifteen, you have 2 children.
Fifteen instantly read it..
And began typing.