On the second day of Christmas my true love gave to me… the second chapter of The Satan Clause (starring Dark the Raposa) XD
The story takes a "dark" turn in this chapter so additional warnings for child abandonment, violence, and killing. And Depression.
Wilfre held his new baby in his arms. And he thought about his future. "I can't live like this... always chained to other raposa... this smelly thing is a 18 year responsibility fuck this" suddenly there was a knock on the door. "Come in" Wilfre said
Zero the hedgehog opened the door "just checking in Wilfre I wanted to see how you and the baby were doing" he said
"Im actually extremely unfit to raise a child" Wilfre blurted. Zero the hedgehog nodded.
"Postpartum depression is actually fairly common, and treatment options are a-" zero the hedgehop did not have time to finish his sentence as Wilfre grabbed the swords of the wall and appeared behind Zero the Hedgehog so fast he left an after image and stabbed zero the hedgehog thought the chest with both blades. "Wilfre how could you do this" Zero the Hedgehog choked, blood spilling out of his mouth
"You never knew the real me," Wilfre said. "I was a killer. I brought this world to ruin. I'm not giving it up for some dumbass baby" Wilfre turned and left, zero the hedgehog's corpse lying in a pool of blood
Wilfre found Dark the raposa overlooking a cliff contemplating life as he had been before their first battle. "So its come to this" dark the raposa whispered. "I loved you Wilfre I gave you a second chance. I thought you had changed."
Wilfre laughed. "No dark... its you who changed... you became weak" he punched dark the raposa in the face so quickly he had no time to react and fell to the ground.
"This isn't what Christmas is supposed to be about," murmured dark
Wilfre only laughed as he stabbed dark the raposa with his own infinity metal katanas. "Hahahah…... hahahha... ahahahah" Dark the Raposa's lifeless body slumped to the floor
"Only one last thing to take care of" Wilfre said, before using Instant Transmission to teleport him to the nearest Dumpster and gently placed the baby in it. "Let the evil seed of your ancestry germinate with in you... farewell, asshole baby"
"Stop"
"Right"
"There"
AN: I also don't mean to make fun of postpartum depression or depression* in general. In fact I suffer from depression, but you probably couldn't tell since I pretend to be cheerful all the time. We all wear masks