The concept of time was rendered invalid during her time at whatever this horrible place was. Despite the woman who kept trying to dissipate the little girl's fear, it hadn't gone away, and wouldn't really, until-
It seemed like a simple kidnapping case, as was labeled as such by the authorities. Mr. and Mrs. Homandollar grieved for their missing daughter until the search for her had developed no clues or leads, and was therefore labeled an unsolved case, much to the dismay of the girl's parents.
Darcy spent no more than a year there. Everyday, it was the same thing. Injections, check ups, and all that on a daily routine. She was their first victim, at the start of Vial's rise.
Lisa Loud personally saw to it that she was given a special treatment, being by far the youngest test subject that they had.
All the dolls, crayons and coloring books did not amount to how much she wanted to leave. The first two weeks were her resisting them, begging for her parents, wondering where they were. Those nights ended in her crying, only to be ignored by the men and women in white lab coats. In those two weeks, it was up until the third day where she saw another person, a hobo, being forced into another cell.
She wasn't too confused by then, worried if this would not stop with the two.
She caught a lucky break. A lucky break in the form of Lincoln Loud, who came for his own misison. She knew a shootout when she heard it. There was that, and a couple of what she thought were earthquakes spread out before and during the firing. She saw hordes of uniformed men running into the same direction, rolling her eyes throughout the hall.
A few minutes after the ceasefire, a man in a black suit, similar to what she'd seen acrobats wear, calmly proceeded to the opposite direction, coming from where the guards were running towards. In his hands was a huge machine gun, a sight that didn't help her be at ease.
He looked at the cells on his left, stopping just at little Darcy's cell. His eyes were plainly cold, but seemed to want something here. She lifted a hand to say hello, not sure why he was staring down at her.
"Close your eyes," he told her.
Darcy took cover at the corner of the cell, shielding herself for some unknown reason. She wasn't one who questioned an adult's orders, for she had grown so far with manners and a sense of respect. Maybe that was something of a weakness, too.
He fired at the glass, succeeding in making cracks. Then, he elbowed it, breaking the barrier that kept the little girl in her containment.
She didn't know why he was there that night. She didn't know why he attacked these meanies, but boy oh boy, was Darcy ever so grateful and happy to be out.
He, who had just ingested a super serum, had kept checking on his newfound strength, satisfied with the first trial run. "We're getting out of here," he said, holding her by her hand.
And off they went into the night. She didn't know her address, but knew much to get her back home. He dropped her off after banging on the front door.
Her sleepy eyed father came out with a broom, shouting distinctly. When he saw his little girl, it slipped away from his grasp.
Lincoln was spectating this from across the street.
"DARCY! DARCY, OH MY GOD, WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?!"
She gave him the heartiest of hugs, which he returned to, on his knees. Lincoln looked away, once it touched inside his seemingly now impenetrable heart.
"They took me, daddy! These people, and this man-" She looked over her shoulder, only to see that her dark guardian angel had already left. "This man, daddy, he saved me... He-"
"I missed you- Missed you so much," her dad bellowed onto her shoulder.
Time had already passed since then. She never saw her white-haired knight again, after that. There were times when, as she slept, she wished she could thank him for it. She wished she had said it then and there, but it couldn't be.
When she didn't, there were times where she was glad she never said it. There was something about him that wasn't ponies and rainbows. No, not at all. And for that reason, she was okay with this. But wherever he was, she wished him luck and joy. And would so, until she would one day stop remembering him. Where one day, he would be forgotten, just like her being kidnapped.
And she would go on to live a full, happy life. The life that he guaranteed for her.
Darcy looked through the window of her room. The moon was nowhere to be seen, but she smiled regardless.
AN: Everytime-I mean it, everytime they create and canonize a character, they're really just telling me to hurt them somehow. Sam, Maggie, etc. And now this actual pure four year old girl. Why, good game, Mr. Savino, good game indeed!
I've come a long way to orchestrate and plan out a whole design that is founded mainly on darkness. This whole thing is what can be described as the closest thing to Netflix's take on The Loud House.
As you know, we're still not done here, not yet. But with Simulation being over, I'm happy to say that the final pieces are now falling into place. It's likely this will end sometime in December, at the rate I'm going. But maybe, just maybe, the final arc will be dropped complete.
With this said, it's been so fun to get this far. All of you, thank you for taking an interest in this. See you in(filtration)!