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2P!F.A.C.E. X Child!Reader - Ch. 3

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-Dudes, this is a 2p story so expect some colorful language- except from Oliver. He doesn't say those naughty words! Oh, and expect A LOT of violence in this chapter.- 

    "Now, please do pick what you would like to wear today." Oliver smiled at you. You stared at the piles of different clothes laid out neatly in front of you. Almost every pair of clothes contained pink, blue, or both. You never really liked the color pink, but you could wear it. 

    "I guess.. I'll wear...." Your eyes stopped on a certain pile of clothes. The pile contained a baby blue Alice-in-wonderland looking dress, sitting neatly folded under it was a pair of short pink leggings, that would easily be hidden underneath the dress. You pointed your finger at the pile,"That."

    Oliver picked up the clothing from the couch and grabbed tooth brush and tooth paste from the table,"Alright, poppet, Let's go upstairs." You nodded, walking over to the large stair case. You carefully walked up the stairs, trying your best to keep from falling in front of Oliver. Oliver followed slowly behind you. He had a feeling that raising you would be a lot easier when compared to Al and Matt. You were a lot more polite and listened when being told to do something. How could your Father want to hurt you? You are so innocent and kind... It's hard for Oliver to even imagine you doing something bad. 

    Oliver opened the door to the bathroom and let you inside. Oliver placed the clean pair of clothes, tooth paste, and tooth brush on the counter, you watched as he did.

    "I'll... Let you get cleaned up then. If you need anything, just shout, and I'll come." Oliver coughed, he turned and walked out the door, closing it behind him. You blinked and turned to face the bathtub. You had never took a bath by yourself. Your father had always gotten the water and everything ready for you. You weren't even sure how to even work the knobs. 

    "You can do this, (name). You are going to have to learn sometime..." You sighed. You walked over to the tub, put the stopper in, and then stared at the knobs, you could faintly make out the words hot and cold written on them. You turned the one that read hot. Water poured out of the faucet, you jumped back in surprise. 

    You took in a deep breath and looked around for a towel, shampoo, and conditioner. You opened up a small closet, inside were clean and dirty towels. You reached for one of the clean towels, but you weren't tall enough, your fingers were only able to brush the towel. You thought for a minute, wondering how you would be able to reach the towel without calling for any help. You pulled out the basket full of dirty towels, the towels spilled all over the ground. You carefully lifted your leg, placing it firmly on the basket, and took a step up. You reached for the towel again, this time you were successfully able to grab one.

    You jumped off the basket and put the towel by the tub. The tub was halfway filled with boiling hot water. You turned the hot water knob the opposite way that you had before, the water stopped pouring out completely. You stuck your finger in the water and yelled, pulling it out quickly. 

    "I guess I'm going to have to wait for that to cool down." You frown, turning back to the mess you had made with the towels. You gathered them up in your arms and placed them in a pile on the floor. You lifted the basket back up, pushing it in its original spot, putting the large pile of dirty towels back into the basket. You found the shampoo and conditioner underneath the sink, you placed it over by your towel. 

    You sighed, stripping off your dirty clothes, your bruised arms and legs now visible. You frown, placing your hand over one of the, slowly fading, bruises. You were glad you didn't have to go home just yet. But eventually your father would send the police to come look for you. You didn't want these people to get into any trouble But, you also didn't want to leave. 

    You shake your head and climb into the tub, the water had managed to cool down a little but it was still pretty hot. It had been awhile since your last bath, how long ago was it? Three days ago? A week? You couldn't ever keep track of time back at your father's Home. Everyday there felt like a year to you. 

    You let yourself soak awhile before washing yourself with soap. When you were finished scrubbing yourself, your skin seemed a lot cleaner and paler then what you were used to. You grabbed the shampoo, pouring a little into your hand and then rubbing it into your (h/c) hair. You hadn't noticed it before, but the shampoo smelled almost like strawberry's. This shampoo must belong to Ollie, you thought. Once you rinsed out the shampoo, you took the. Conditioner and went threw the same process you went through with the shampoo. 

    When you were done, your climbed out of the tub, pulling the stopper out to let the water drain. You dried yourself off with the towel you had worked so hard to get. You weren't sure were a hairbrush was so you combed through your hair with your fingers. You grabbed your clean clothes off of the counter, putting them on. You hadn't noticed much before, but there was also a clean pair of socks and underwear hidden in the small pile. 

    You placed your clothes on, brushed your teeth, put your towel away, and then opened the bathroom door and walked down stairs. You were holding your dirty clothing in your hands, unsure of where to put them. You went straight to the living room, Oliver was sitting there on the couch with Al, Francois, and Matt talking about someone. You paused before entering the room.

    "-this isn't exactly the safest place for a kid, Oliver." Francois said,"What are you going to do when the cops come looking for her? Her face is already over the news." Huh? Were they talking about you? Had your father already reported you missing? Your let out a low growl, why couldn't he just leave you alone?

    "He knows, but we can't just send her back to her home." Matt hissed.

    "And just why not?" Francois glanced over to Matt. 

    Matt sighed,"If we send her back, there's a huge chance that her shit-head of a father will end up beating her bloody within the first few minutes she's there. I already fucking explained this to you once." Matt leaned back on the couch, closing his eyes.

    "And? She isn't our problem." Francois shrugged. 

    "How could you be so heartless?! She's just a child!" Oliver cried out.

    "Do you think that a child should be living with us, of all people? It's the worst place for Her to be... In a house full of murderers..." Francois's eyes landed on you. Your whole body tensed up. W-what? "She's better off with her abusive father."

    "I understand where you're coming from, Francois. But, seriously, we can't take her back if she's just going to get herself killed." Al frowned. These people.... They... Killed others for a living.... Your eyes widened, but besides that you were almost completely unfazed by the news. Francois saw as your eyes widened, A small smirk carved it's way onto his face. Though it may not seem like it, Francois was just doing what he knew was safest for you. This wasn't a place for a kid. Anyone would be able to understand that much.

    You blink, taking a breath before walking calmly into the room like you had heard nothing. These people wouldn't hurt you, if they wanted to, they would have done it already. 

    "Oh, (Name), you looks so adorable!" Oliver squealed, running over to you and picking you up from the ground, holding you. 

    "Thank you, Ollie." You say quietly. Though Oliver didn't say anything to you about it, he could see the large bruises on your arms. The sight sickened him, how could that man hurt you? Oliver placed on a large fake smile, and placed you down in the place where he had been sitting, right next to Al.

    "I'll go put your clothes in the wash, poppet." You nodded and handed him the clothes. Oliver walked out of the room, leaving you with the other three. 

    "It's better that you know who we are." Francois stated simply, Al shot him a deadly glare.

    "I don't care, really... What you do is none of my business." You say back. Matt and Al looked to you in shock,"If you... Kill people... There's nothing I can really do to stop you."

    "Y-you knew?" Matt stuttered.

    "Who the fuck told you?" Al growled. You looked over to Francois.

    "I'm sorry... But I may have been Eavesdropping on your conversation..." You frown. 

    "She was standing there for a good couple minutes." Francois told them. Al jumped out of his seat and grabbed Francois by the collar of his shirt, you flinched.

    "You fucking knew that she was standing there listening, didn't you?! Why the fucking hell did you have to go and say that in front of her?!" Al shouted, Oliver returned to the room he stopped and stared.

    "What is all the yelling about?" Oliver demanded. 

    "(Name) knows." Matt sighed. 

    "Knows... What?" Oliver questioned.

    "She knows who we are and what we do, thanks to Francois." Matt replied. 

    "You told her?" Oliver hissed.

    "I didn't tell her directly, she just happened to be listening in on our discussion and just happened to over hear that small little detail." Francois shrugged.

    "Fuck you." Al said, throwing a punch at  Francois, letting go of his shirt's collar. He went back over to his seat next to you and plopped down. You hadn't noticed before but his shades were no longer on. Al's eyes were like nothing you had ever seen before... They were crimson red. 

    "It's my own fault, I shouldn't have been listening, please don't blame Francois." 

    "No, we're sorry. You shouldn't have had to find out like that, (Name). I wouldn't have blamed you if you ran out of the house without saying a word to any of us." Oliver told you. You nodded, looking to the ground below you.

    "I don't care if you guys kill people... You have been very nice to me... Even when you didn't Have to be. You and Al found me and decided to bring me home with you instead of leaving me there like most people would. I can't be upset with you for hiding the truth from me... Because it wouldn't have made a difference." You tell them all,"If you want me to go back, Then I will. I have managed to live there for seven years of my life, I think I will be able to handle myself."

    "I don't want you to leave..." Oliver sniffled. 

    "If I stay, I'll only cause problems for you." 

    "The only one causing problems for us is your dumb ass Father." Al huffed,"If I had my way then I would kill him right here, right now." You considered the idea of your father being murdered. If he was gone, then you would be able to live here with Oliver and the others. You wouldn't ever have to deal with him trying to find you. He never cared about you in the first place, he only used you as an scapegoat... 

    "Do it, then." You say simply. 

    "What?" Al asked confused, turning to look at you.

    "Go ahead and kill him..." You say again.

    "(Name), you don't mean that." Matt said. 

    "Yes, I do. My dad hasn't ever done anything but tell me I'm the cause of all of his problems... Insulted me... And beat me. He hasn't done a single thing good. The whole world would be better off with him gone." You explained,"If he's gone, then I will be able to stay here with you guys... I don't want to go back, no matter what. If killing him is what it takes... Then do it." Everyone remained silent, taking in your words. 

    "(Name)..." Al sighed.

    "If you guys don't, then I will." Your voice was emotionless, Oliver's eyes widened. He never thought that you could sound so... Heartless. Oliver thought there wasn't a single thing that would cause you to hurt another person. But... That's wasn't true now, was it? You're only seven yet you're prepared to kill your own Father. The Father that had abused you for years and hasn't done anything good for you.  It was almost a good a reason as any. But why was Oliver hesitating so much to allow you to kill your father? He hadn't even thought twice about it when it was letting Al and Matt kill people when they were little. So what makes you so different?

    "Okay." Matt sighed,"if it's what you want..." 

    "M-Matthieu, you can't be serious." Oliver said in complete shock. 

    "I understand why she would want the bastard dead. It's her choice to make, anyway, not ours." Oliver frowned.

    A wicked smile was now on your face,"I'm glad you will help me. If the rest of you will help as well, then I might just have a plan on how he should be killed, as well." 

    "Who knew that you were such a psycho little girl." Francois choked out a laugh.

    "You have my Father to thank for making me this way." You giggled. Oliver's body began to shake lightly, no one seemed to notice though. He wanted to help you... He really did. So why is he hesitating so much? 

    "I'll help ya out, kid." Al smirked,"Besides, I owe you for earlier." 

    "Hmm?" You looked over to Al curiously,"What did I do?"

    "You convinced Oliver to give me another chance and saved me from getting punished, and trust me kid, you never want to know what that punishment is." Al patted your head gently. 

    "Okay!" You grinned, your eyes traveled to the trembling Oliver standing by Matt. 

    "Ollie? Will you help me, too?" Oliver stared at you, his shaking body froze. He understood why he didn't want to allow you to kill your father now. It was because he didn't want you to become like him and the other 2p's. But that was a foolish dream. If you live with a group of murderers, you're more then likely to end up becoming one yourself someday. But your day came a lot sooner then anyone would have imagined. The thought almost made him feel relieved. At your age now, by the time you grow up into a young lady, you will almost be better at killing then he was. The thought almost made him wish that he had found you sooner.

    "Why of course, Poppet." Oliver grinned, pink swirls beginning to turn in his blue eyes. "Now, what did you have in mind for a plan?"


    -time skip, later that day around 8:00 at night-



    You whimpered as the cops came into the house, coming straight for you. Francois was the one who has called them, telling them that they had found you on the street, which was the truth after all. You didn't want to leave your new home, but this was your plan after all. Though, on the outside you were sniffling and crying on the inside you were grinning like a Cheshire Cat. 

    "Come here, we're going to take you back home..." One of the police officers said sweetly, pleading for you to not make this harder than what it had to be. 

    "NO!" You shouted, putting on your best act. Al and Ollie watched quietly, along with Matt.

    "Will you get the kid already?" Al snapped with a bored groan,"She's a handful, I don't see why her Father would even want her back. Hell, I would think of it as a blessing." Though it hurt for you to hear those words come from Al, you knew that he didn't mean a single word. He was on your side, after all.

    "We're doing our best, we don't need things to get ugly... She's just a little kid." One of the younger officers informed Al. 

    "Whatever..." Al grumbled. You quickly escaped into the kitchen, hiding under the table. You could hear the footsteps of the two officers behind you. As soon as they were in the room, they split up in two different directions. One was staying right in your view while the other was sneaking around on the opposite side of the table.

    "I don't wanna go....!" You wailed, hugging your knees, warm tears falling down your face. Oliver peeked over the corner with a frown on his face. He didn't want to see his little poppet crying like this... He was almost even tempted to take out the officers just to return a smile to your face. But, of course, that would put his little poppet's plan out of commission. The only thing he could do now was wait patiently for his part to come.

    "Come on, sweetheart, It's okay. Your dad is waiting for you at home, he's very worried about you." The police officer stated in a matter-of-fact kind of tone. You felt two strong hands grab you from behind.  You kicked and screamed, trying- very weakly- to break out of the mans grasp.

    "Ollie! Al! Matt! Francois! Please!! Don't let them take me!!!" You choked out as the officer walked out of the door with you in his arms. Al and Matt watched as you were placed into the backseat of the police car, Ollie was no where in sight. It almost disappointed you, not to see Ollie out there telling you that it would be okay and that you'd be back real soon. Al and Matt shot you a small grin, trying to keep their annoyed and tough composure for the cops that were around the still in front of the house. 

    The cops talked with Matt and Al shortly, probably telling them how great they were for catching me and sending me back to my real home. This was all really stupid, you thought, if that drunkard would have just left me alone everything would have been fine. You had a new home, a new family, and a begun new life here. But, no, things just couldn't be that easy, could they? You pouted, kicking the seat in front of you in frustration. Now, you had to go to all of this trouble just to kill that idiot....

    "Let's get you back home, now. While we're driving there, you're going to get a nice long talking to." The officer sighed, starting up the car. The younger police officer in the passenger seat said nothing. But... You had a weird feeling about him. He had a strange way of making you feel like he was... Oliver. But, that wasn't right, he looked completely different! His hair was a dirty-blonde color and his eyes were green and there wasn't any trace of pink or blue on him! He couldn't be Ollie. You gave a small shrug looking out the window, sadly.

    "Yes, officer..." You say quietly, sniffling, making small tears form in your eyes. This was going to be one long car ride to that horrible place that you used to call home.


    -time skip.-


    "There you are, (name)! How could you run away from daddy like that?" Your 'dad' grumbled with a frown. You were currently standing in the door way with the two police officers. You hated that man in front of you, but...He was a good actor, you'd give him at least that much. Right when the officers left, you knew what was going to happen next. He would beat you bloody for trying to run from him and causing him to go through the trouble of looking for you.

    "I'm s-sorry..." You stutter innocently, looking at the ground below you. Your Father pulled you close to him, hugging you tightly- way too tightly. You couldn't smell any Alcohol on him, but he could have easily hidden the scent with pretty much anything. 

    "It's alright, sweetie, just don't do it again, okay?" Your Father said to you aggressively, it all most sounded like a order. A shiver went down your spine, you were beginning to feel afraid. What if... Your plan didn't work? What if you weren't strong enough to do this? The only thing you would be able to count on to save you were Oliver and the others. 

    "Okay..." You whimper. Your father pulled away, picking you up in his arms and holding you. He thanked the officers for their hard work and then walked inside the messy house. As soon as you walked in, your father threw you down with a disgusted scowl. He his finger to his lips, warning you not to make a single noise. You let out a small growl, but kept your mouth shut. Your father opened one of the curtains, waiting for the cops to leave the drive so no one would be able to hear the noise that was about to come. You reached into your large dress pocket, your hands were placed on something cool and very sharp. It was a small little pocket knife. Al had allowed you to borrow it just for today. He told you that you had to return it as soon as you were finished. If the others were following the plan you had so carefully planned out, they should be close by. 

    "Stupid brat, you didn't really think you'd get away with all the shit you pulled a few days ago, did you?" Your Father growled murderously.

    "Yes, yes, I did. I still do." You replied with your wicked smile. Your heart was beating fast, but it wasn't because you were afraid. You were actually full of excitement for the impending death of your father. 

    "You're dead." He murmured in a low voice.

    "You're mistaken, you're the one who's dead. " You flicked the pocket knife open and then sprang at the man, stabbing him straight in the neck. Your father screamed in pain, you dragged the knife across his neck, blood was pouring quickly out of his body. Your Fathers skin was already beginning to turn pale. The crimson blood began to soak into your pretty dress that Oliver had picked out for you. It made you furious that your dress was already ruined after just receiving it this morning. 

    Sure, this was going to look bad to the people who found him. But this was nothing compared to all of the things he had done of the years to you. If anything, this was showing more mercy to him then he actually deserved. Your father grabbed your own neck, weakly trying to strangle you. You laughed loudly at his failed attempt, stabbing him in the chest, causing him to splutter blood out of his mouth just by attempting to speak. The door flew open, your eyes widened a bit, but you didn't loose your focus on the problem at hand. Besides, you already knew who it was at the door anyway. 

    "Jesus Christ, this kid is a fucking natural. But she could improve a bit." You heard Al's voice say behind you in a bit of surprise. Your fathers arms dropped down, blood spluttering from his mouth, and then there was no sign of life left in his cold brown emotionless eyes. You smirked, wiping the blade off on any clean space you could find on him. 


    -Oliver's POV-


    "Oh my...." Oliver gasped, staring at the scene in front of him. The whole living room seemed to be dyed in a crimson red, the smell of blood was overpowering. (Name) stood up, still smiling widely, she skipped over, placing the pocketknife in Al's hands. Her pretty blue dress was completely soaked in the blood of her former Father.

    "Here you go, Al~ Thank you you so much, for letting me use it!" She smiled up at him.

    Al shot the small girl a toothy grin,"Yeah, kid, no problem." Matt came in 'accidentally' smacking Al in the head with the side of his hockey stick. Al rubbed his head, muttering something lowly. But, Oliver couldn't quite catch any of the words he was saying. Though, he already had a pretty good idea on what he was thinking.

    "What did I tell you about that mouth of yours?" Oliver tsked, walking over to Al, looking down at him with a frown,"Am I going to need to put the old swear jar back in business? Or are you going to be a good boy?" 

    "I see how it is... He hits me and does what he wants, and doesn't even get yelled at for it, but when I return the favor I get in trouble." Al hissed, getting up from the ground," I'll never understand your logic." 

    "Matt, why are you so mean to Al?" (Name) asked innocently. 

    "Because he's a jerk, that's why." Matt replied with a small smirk on his face. Matt leaned his hockey stick against the wall, picking up the body of (Name)'s deceased Father, getting ready to drag the body out the door, and put it in the trunk of the car, planning to dump the body somewhere later.

    Oliver sighed,"Poppet, do you have anything you want to grab before we head back? Once we leave, you won't be able to come back here." (Name) stared up at Oliver, her (e/c) eyes full of understanding.

    "I don't think so, but... I'll go check." (Name) walked off, gracefully walking through the messy living room and heading towards the rooms at the back of the house.  Oliver sighed, looking at his surroundings, It disgusted him on how filthy this place was. How could a parent even consider raising a child in a place like this? This place... It's Absolutely horrid! Oliver frowned.

    Al walked passed Oliver, his eyes fixed on a picture of a young woman, that was sitting on a small end table at the end of the couch. Why is he so interested in that picture, Oliver thought filled with curiosity.

    "What is it?" Oliver asked him, walking over to join him. Al picked up the small picture frame carefully, looking at the picture. 

    "I know her from somewhere..." Al murmured quietly. In the picture there was a young woman in her late twenties, she had long (H/c) hair, the same as (Name), Her eyes were a bright (E/c) color. She was sitting in a large flower field, flowers of every color surrounding her. It didn't look like this picture was taken here, in this small city. If anything, this picture was taken in a different country completely. But as to which country it was, Oliver didn't have the slightest clue. She looks... So happy, Oliver thought. 

    "She does resemble (Name) quite a bit... She must be her Mother." Oliver said,"We should take the picture with us, (Name) might want it." 

    "Yeah..." Al nodded, taking the picture out of its frame and placing it in his back jeans pocket. Not too long after, (Name) came back in holding a little white stuffed rabbit. Oliver noticed that she was no longer wearing the dress that he had gotten her. Instead, she was wearing a pair of red leggings and a black and white polka dotted dress with a red ribbon tied around the waist and a dark jean jacket. She had a small backpack attached to her back.

    "What happened to your dress, poppet?" Oliver asked curiously.

    "I have it right in. here.." (Name) said, gesturing to her backpack,"I decided to change since the dress was covered in blood." 

    "Oh, well, alright. That's understandable. When we get home, I'll wash the blood stains out of your dress so you can wear it again sometime." Oliver smiled,"Do you have everything you need, poppet?" 

    "Yes, I do." (Name) replied with a smile.

    "Alright, let's head home then~" Oliver sang cheerfully.
Chapter three is here for you guys~!!
There's a lot of violence in this one....
But you can't really blame yourself for that one, can ya?
I'd want to kill the guy that, too. x3
 
Until next time~!
Ciao~!!

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I was talking about little insane me
And when I tried to say "It's the 2p version of me!"
Something went wrong with the way I talk



 I said "It's the 2p virgin of me!" ono