Vio: Ok, this is a little fic about my oc children of – you'll find out. They will little one-shots, and, maybe – one day – I'll even write a story. Maybe. But for now, please enjoy these little ficlets of my ocs.

Warnings for these fics: Self-harm, vulgar language, and gore (monster guts...maybe)

Disclaimer: I do not own PPG in any form or shape whatsoever, but I can still dream. ^u^

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"Why the hell did I even have two?" Her mother snarked as she brushed her 'perfect' daughter's curly locks into a ponytail, "I got it right on the first try."

Both laughed, and she tried her best to ignore the sudden wetness falling from her cheeks.

She hummed a soft tune to herself, pulling her hair free from its braid. She smiled as the soothing breeze caressed her face.

"Oh my," she forces herself to keep her look of cold indifference up at the sight of her older sister's sneer, "you must simply watch where you're going, little sister." She sauntered off cackling, her nasally voice that sounded like a dying cat and a screaming goat had a baby.

After her sister disappeared around the corner, she stood up and limped towards her room, ignoring the stench of whatever the other had poured onto her.

She slipped off her orange cardigan, folding it neatly before setting it down beside her small bag of treasures. A bitter smile tugged at her lips, she had no use for the little trinkets that she had come to adore.

Not where she was going.

"Mama," she whimpered, pulling at the silky night gown her mother wore, "I 'ad a bad dreem, canna I shweep wit oo?"

She was sent back to her room in tears, rubbing the throbbing hand mark on her cheek.

She walked forward, pausing as she reached the edge of the building.

"You little whore!"

There was no going back now.

"I should've had an abortion!"

She was doing everyone a favor.

"You were a mistake!"

Tears rolled down her cheeks as she closed her eyes, ready to accept her fate, but that one stubborn part of her heart screamed at her to open her eyes – to see the beautiful world that had damned her from the start.

She cracked them open.

Electric, lime green clashed with dull cinnamon.

There was another teen floating in front of her. Upside down. Smirking like a fool.

"Hey, doll-face," his voice was husky, she noted, "what'cha doin' up here all alone?"

No answer. Just her staring at him.

His brows furrowed, and he frowned, "Alright then. What's your name, doll-face?"

"Lillie," she whispered brokenly, "Lillie Morbucks."

He smiled brightly. A beautiful one at that.

"Well, Ms. Morbucks-"

"Lillie." she said firmly, if a bit coldly.

"Well, Lillie," he smirked, turning upright to pose, "the name's Jojo. Baelfire Jojo."

Silence.

"Ya know," he started with an undertone of an emotion she couldn't figure out, "instead of hanging out here, why don'cha come with me to go get some pizza and ice cream. That always cheers me up when I feel like shit."

Lillie tries to move past him, but his trunk-like arm wraps itself around her shoulders, tugging her away from the edge. From her final destination. She looks up to tell him to let her go but stops at the warning look in his eyes. It was quite obvious that he would not let her jump today, and she would have to accept it.

"Oh," she feels a spark of warmth at this stranger's stubbornness and relents, "ok."

If possible, his smile grew larger. It made her want to smile.

Imma probably go back and add and fix it up a bit, but I hope ya'll enjoyed it nonetheless.

Please R&R! ;w;