Lulu: Yo~ I have chapter 4 for you :3 sorry that it's so late, but school is slowly killing me. I have to keep up straight A's, or else i'll perish; wouldn't that be fun? :3 Also, there's a two year Time Skip in this chapter. Now all the children are 5. Enjoy the darker themes in this chapter~
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POVs specifically targeted in this chapter: Sol Deuce (Midnight Crew), Tavros Boxcars (Midnight Crew).
Your name is Sol Deuce, and you hate the doctor. Ever since those days during infancy when you had to get immunization shots (you can barely remember them, but you're pretty sure you hated them), you've despised the doctor with passion. Sadly, your dad (aka the infamous Clubs Deuce of the Midnight Crew) is bringing you to that horrible man in white to prepare you for "kindergarten" or whatever that is.
You don't get why Lux seems so calm about all this, and yet at the same time you do. Lux is one of the weirdest kids on Earth; he's shy, obedient to authority (aka adults), and the only thing he's usually fighting is something your dad calls "depression" (you think it makes him sad a lot). He blames himself for the death of your mom, even though he shouldn't. It wasn't his fault when that burglar broke in, that you both had gone down to check out the noise…it wasn't his fault that the burglar had a gun and shot your mom to death. It wasn't his fault that the police didn't show up in time to save her (they only got their afterwards, to arrest the criminal and pick up the pieces), that you were driven to your dad's house by that strange man with the shiny car.
Still, Lux blamed himself for everything, and he doesn't like loud noises anymore (the exception of course was Karkat, but he's special; Karkat's been like that since the day you met him two years ago, and you've both gotten used to his rare outbursts that come with otherwise complete silence). You don't get why he's obedient either (forget that noise), but you tried to not let it bother you (emphasis on "try").
As you contemplated your brother's odd behavior, you faintly heard a yelp escape from a child in another room, which was followed by loud cursing. Ah, so Karkat was here too…maybe you can pick on him later (you know he doesn't take it to heart; guys pick on each other all the time, right? Besides, you try avoid the more sensitive subjects…one of the only unspoken rules in the Midnight Crew was to never mention moms). Briefly, you wonder what he's complaining about; maybe he got a shot or something? You hate shots, and needles (especially needles). You're not sure why, but sticking something sharp into your skin has never appealed to you (you can't even approach sewing needles without giving a cringe).
Sadly, as soon as you thought of needles, that doctor came towards you with one. With razor sharp vision and rapid reflexes, you were prepared to bolt…until your dad grabbed your wrists and held you down. A minute, you were holding your now tender arm and glaring at everyone and everything in sight (that's right, I'm looking at you chair), while Lux was sitting patiently, biting his lip like a good little sucker (speaking of which, the doctor handed you one of those. It was cherry-flavored, your favorite).
MEANWHILE, IN THE GENERAL VICINITY
Your name is Tavros Boxcars, and you're wondering why all these doctors keep looking at you funny (it's making you really nervous…so do a lot of other things). When it comes to size, you know that you can't compare to your Papa (you're like a mouse compared to him), but that doesn't make you weird…right? You don't know; you can't handle all these people looking at you, talking about you (you're not sure what it's about, but you heard your name thrown in a couple of times). They're probably talking about your obvious nervousness (unwanted attention is horrible for you), or maybe it's about your legs. Despite the fact that you could run and jump and play like other kids, you know that your legs are weaker than most; one fracture or broken bone could possibly ruin them.
Papa was a bit of a worry-wart (something you got specifically from him), and out of everyone else, you seemed to be his main concern. You can't complain though; despite the fact that you don't like the thought of having to depend on your papa (a trait inherit in all kids your age, apparently), you still think it's nice to have some protection from bullies and those scary adults that have weird white vans and offer you candy and games (Papa doesn't like it when you talk to those kinds of people). You don't think Lux is that lucky (but it's not his fault, or his papa's. Mr. Deuce, as Papa has told you many times, is simply naïve, and that really isn't his fault…though, that doesn't say much coming from you; you've been told that you're very naïve). Papa is way bigger than you, so it makes sense that he can protect you, right? You're completely sure of it.
Nervously, you twirl an orange sucker in-between your fingers. Technically, you should've left an hour ago, but Papa was busy talking and you had refused a ride home with Aradia and Mr. Droog in order to stay with him. You were bored, so you stuck the sucker into your mouth and pulled out your DS to play Pokémon Leaf-Green.
When you had begun this game, you had picked Bulbasaur as your starter; other than him, you had filled your team since then with Tauros (Tauros is your favorite Pokémon, next to Pikachu of course. People love Pikachu). You were currently trying to beat the Elite Four again, but this time, you had promised to defeat them without dying in the middle (you hated when that happened, you had to give away a lot of your hard-earned money…though, that's probably one of the few ways that people get money in this game).
Just as you reached the Champion, you felt a hand on your shoulder and looked up to see your papa ready to go. He gave you the same calm expression that was always on his face, but there was slight worry in his eyes. You smiled in reassurance, and he smiled back, but you could tell he was still afraid for you. You climbed onto his shoulders, and you both left together, but you knew that he'd still protect you from the strange neighbors and mean kids. Papas can do anything, right?
Lulu: End~ told you it would be dark :3 hopefully I have satisfied the cravings of the Angst and Hurt/Comfort loving community :3 Thank you for reading~