Mommy's Little Superhero (Crack Pone part 2)

>You get a letter in the mail
>It's from family services
>Your apartment is now clean after a year
>No needles or broken glass on the floor
>still can't bring yourself to take your shoes off
>Sit down on her side of the futon
>Open that shit up
>Read that shit up
"Hello Anon, it appears you've passed te surprise inspections. With pleasure we are going to let you have custody of your Child. At 2:30 on April 5th you must pick it up from the train station"
>You check date
>April 5th
>Check time
>2:20
>Ohshit.png
>You get up and run
>You haven't gone to this train station in so long
>It aches just remembering where it is
>You check your phone for time
>2:34
>Shitdamnit.avi
>You can see the train already leaving
>You finally get there
>You look around in a panic
>Nobody is there
"FUCK!!"
>You yell, thinking she must of been taken back for you not being on time
>"...It's not nice to swear"
>You hear a tiny voice
>You look down
>It had a blond mane and white coat, green eyes
>It was like a little filly crack pone
>For a moment you wonder if you put Crack Pone on that train as an adult and she possibly came back as a filly
>This can't be right
>Crack Pone had too many scratches on her and her mane had faded years ago
>This had to be Trinity
>Maybe out of pure coincidence she was a girl too
>Looks like whatever has been giving you horrible luck for years now has finally given you a break.
"...oh hello there"
>She tilts her head a bit
>"Who're you?"
"I'm...I'm you're dad"
>"no you're not, Francis is my dad"
>Who the fuck is Francis
>Oh right she was in a foster home for two years
>You don't want to explain anything right now
>It's cold
>She is shivering
"C'mon lets just go"
>You start walking back home
>She takes a while to start following you
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>You undo the multiple locks on the door as Trinity waits behind you
>"Why so many locks?"
>You think back trying to remember why yourself
>Crack Pones paranoia while experimenting with meth maybe?
>You've had all these locks for as long as you can recall
>You answer her with a simple
"I don't know"
>You two walk in
>She notices you keep your shoes on
>"Shoes off in house!"
"What?"
>"Mommy and Daddy always say- wh-when I go in a house it's shoes off! You gotta take your shoes off!"
"Why?"
>"Those are the rules!"
"Look...Trinity they're not you're mom and dad anymore okay? You don't live with them. I'm you're dad now and you live here."
>"What?! But this place is so lame!"
>She definitely has her mothers sass
"You live with me now alright?!"
>"Okay fine mister loud!"
>This fuckin' kid tho
>You think to Crack Pone and the theatre kids
>You wonder how she won their affection so quickly
"....H-How did you guess my name?"
>What the hell are you saying
>"You're name is Mister Loud?"
"Y-yep. Y'know why?"
>"Why?"
"Cause .... A witch cursed me to always yell!"
>Wtf are you saying bro this is so stupid
>"Wh- THERE'S A WITCH LIVING HERE!? COOL!! WHAT ABOUT GHOSTS?!"
>She's actually buying it?
>You think to yourself for something to say
"Um...oh yeah...I'm pretty sure there's a ghost here. Actually I'm positive"
>"How are you so sure!?"
>She looks so determined, you can't help but smile by how cute she's acting
>You need to think of something else to say
"Because...there's a ghost..."
>"Where where?"
".....RIGHT BEHIND YOU!!"
>"AAHH!!"
>She turns around
>Nothing but a door
>She looks back up at you
>You can't help but giggle a little
>Holy shit she looks pissed
>Ohshit.png
>Did you fuck up?
>Before you can apologize she starts laughing
>He laugh is so contagious
>You laugh along with her
>First time you've laughed since that last day with Crack Pone
>It almost feels like you're laughing with her again now
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>Living with Trinity isn't always fun
>You sleep on the futon now and pretty much gave Trinity yours and Crack Pones room
>The fact she looks so much like Crack Pone makes it hard to look at her for so long
>She's into the weirdest things
>Once a day she goes "Ghost and Witch Hunting" in your apartment
>"Anon! I read th-that ghosts mostly show up at 3 in the morning! Can I stay up and go ghost hunting please?!"
"I don't know thats a bit la-"
>"PLLLLLLLEEEEEEEAAAAAASE?!"
>Whatever, she;s going to fall asleep anyway
"Alright fine."
>"Aaah! Thank you anon!"
>She doesn't call you dad, daddy, pops
>She calls you by your name
>You don't really mind
>She's technically not your daughter anyway
>"I need to get my ghost hunting equipment!"
>She. Is. So. Loud.
>She yells everything she says almost
>She is like her mother in many ways
>She is also very unlike her mother in many ways
>She's timid around new people like Crack Pone
>She's childish and mature in different situations
>You see her go to yours and Crack Po-...her room and bring out obviously home made ghost hunting equipment
>A toilet paper tube colored in with a marker
>A piece of paper with the word "Ghost Camera" written on it
>You find yourself watching her run around the apartment trying to find things to use as ghost equipment
>You have to smile at this
>"Um...Anon can I write on the mirror?"
"What? Why?"
>"C-cause I heard that if you write on a- on a mirror, a ghost will write back!"
"Um...use a washable one at least"
>"YAY YAY!!!"
>She bounces up and down for a while
>You can't help but chuckle to yourself
>You're slowly getting a better idea of how Trinity acts and does things
>She never asks about her real mom
>She still thinks those two other assholes are her real parents
>As long as she's here with you, you don't mind
>You already made a promise to Crack Pone you'd take care of her
>You'll fulfill this promise, no matter how painful it is to just look at her
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>Trinity had already fallen asleep within seconds
>It was 12:30 at night and You thought you should get some sleep too
>Trinity is curled up next to you on the futon covered in her equipment
>You sigh and get up
>You can't sleep with Trinity on here
>You walk over and start carefully picking up her junk and putting it on the floor
>Jesus most of these are just words on paper and little drawings
>One of them catches your eye
>"Infored Camra"
>Jesus that spelling
>It looks like it was drawn over something else
>One of the papers was the letter from the family services
>You looked at this paper however to see what was so familiar of it
>You read the words behind the awful writing
"...for every day of the week that you're my favorite man.."
>....This was the note from Crack Pone
>What once held her words is now crudely scribbled with cartoon ghosts and awful spelling
>You drop everything
>It must of made a lot of noise
>Trinity's eyes open a little and she sits up
>"Hm? Anon is it 3?"
"...get out of here"
>"Hm?"
"I said get out of here!"
>"what?! Why?! I didn't even do anythi-"
"I SAID GET OUT!"
>Her lip quivers a bit before she scowls at you
>"FINE! I HATE IT HERE ANYWAY!"
>She rubs her eyes and runs to the door
>She can't reach the doorknob yet
>You see her trying to reach for it, making little squeaky crying noises
>She eventually grabs hold of it and runs out the door, slamming it hard behind her
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>You sit on the futon with your face buried in your hands
"Oh my god...."
>You slowly rub your hands down your face and look up at the door
>You ponder for a moment what the fuck you just did
>You ponder for a moment if she'd come back
>You look to the note from Crack Pone in your hand
"Damnit what would you do in this situation...how would you lighten things up..."
>You sigh and look back to the door
>You wait for 5 minutes for Trinity to come back
>After waiting long enough you get up and grab your jacket
>The snow is coming down softly tonight
>Its not too cold but you can still see your breath
"Trinity?!"
>You yell out to her every so often but no reply
>Nobody is out this time of the night
>You walk past the arena and pause for a second
>You look towards it remembering all the times you've walked here before
>For the sake of looking in again you go inside
>Without a doubt there was Trinity curled up in a little ball in the corner of the main room
>Nobody else seemed to be around
>Nobody comes here during the winter, its far too cold
>You hear little sobs coming from her the closer you get
>She looks up to you with big green bloodshot eyes
>They look too much like..hers
"...Lets go home Trinity"
>She sniffles and rubs her nose
>She nods a little
>"O-okay daddy..."
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>You walk Trinity home
>Neither of you talk to each other the whole walk home
>You get inside your flat after unlocking the countless locks on the door
>Trinity get inside before you and shakes kind of like a dog to get the snow off of her
>Crack Pones words echo
>"Do you think our daughter will like snow?"
>You sigh and close the door behind you
>Do up all the locks from habit
>Keep shoes on
>"What happened to my stuff?!"
>You look to see Trinity looking at all the "equipment" you put on the floor
>Part of you wants to play along and say a ghost did it
>You decide instead to just send her to bed
"Go to bed Trinity..."
>"what? Why?"
"Go to bed and I'll...uh...make you your favorite thing for breakfast"
>"Can it be anything?!"
"Whatever you want just go to bed please..."
>She giggles, bounces a little and runs to her room
>You sigh and rub your eyes from stress
>You lie back on the futon
>You reach under the futon to take Crack Pones pillow out and lay your head on it
>You smile a bit before falling asleep
>It still smells like her
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>You wake up to some crashing noises in the kitchen
>You instantly sit up and jump off the futon and run to the kitchen
>Trinity is on the counters looking through the cupboards
>You smile a bit as you sneak up behind her
>Her arms are both up in the cupboards as she searched, leaving her sides exposed
>You quickle jab her sides with your finger tips and yell
"BOO!"
>"AAH!!"
>She lets out a high pitch girly scream and jumps
>She initially falls off the counter
>Without missing a beat, you catch her and set her down on the floor
>"wh- Anon! Why w-would you do that?!"
"You shouldn't crawl on the counters you could fall"
>"I don't care if I ff-fall!"
>My god this kids sass tho
>You finally ask
"What were you doing anyway"
>"I wanted some food I wa- I was hungry"
"I said I'd make you somethi-"
>"Well you were sleeping!"
>Dear god why must she yell everything she says
"I'll make you something now okay? I'm awake"
>"Yeah its about freakin' time too!"
>She goes over and jumps up on a chair
>You haven't cooked a actual meal since that day
>As you cook you see Trinity standing on a chair watching you boil water and mix in noodles
"Trinity don't stand on that chair you'll break it"
>She crosses her arms and keeps standing
"If you don't get off that chair no ghosts will come out tonight"
>Her eyes open wider and she instantly sits down
>You grin a bit not expecting it to work
>Finally the food is done and you place a bowl of Macaroni and Cheese in front of her
>"What? Mac and Cheese for brea- for breakfast?"
"Its all I'm good at making."
>"Says who?"
>The fuck does that even mean
>She starts eating away
>She's only a child so she's a messy eater
>She seems to enjoy it very much
>You sit there watching her enjoy her food
>This is the longest your emotions have ever let you watch her
>She looks up at you with cheese all over her mouth
>"What're you lookin' at old man?"
"Oh nothing you just remind me of someone thats all"
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>Crack Pone holds little toddler Trinity by the waist and tosses her up in the air and catches her
>Trinity is laughing
>Horrible macaroni art and crayon drawings are taped on the walls
>Little Trinity has on a costume style cape
>You're just going to assume Crack Pone is making her daughter think she can fly
>"ha ha! You're touching the sky Trinity!"
>Trinity is squealing and laughing
>Crack Pone stops throwing Trinity into the air to give her daughter a hug
>"Ahh Trinity~ Mommy's little superhero~"
>Trinity is too young to talk so all she says is "mamamama!"
>Crack Pone walks over and sits on her side of the futon next to you
>"Hello my favorite man~ "
>She gives you a open mouth smile
>Her teeth look healthier than usual
>You smile back at her and give her a pet on the head
"Crack Pone you had me worried, I though you weren't coming back!"
>"Ha ha ha! Sheesh Anon you worry way too much!"
>Your eyes open
>Your head is resting on your hand as you sit at the kitchen table
>You look around at your surroundings
>No macaroni pictures anywhere
>That has to be the first nice dream you've had in 4 years
>But you'd rather have a nightmare
>A dream like that is just cruel
>Trinity is drawing pictures of ghosts and witches on a take out menu you had in the garbage
>There was no more macaroni and cheese left in the bowl but there was cheese all over her face
>You sigh wondering how long this little filly has been sitting there
>She's the closest thing to "catching a break" you've got in years
>and she's not even your child
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>Trinity has lived with you for a year now
>She only ever called you Daddy once
>It doesn't faze you either way
>You look at all the pictures of ghosts this filly has drawn
>All of them are generic blanket looking ones
>She's only a child but these drawings are terrible
>You pick up these papers from the ground as you hear Trinity in the other room speaking literally every word she is thinking
>Not speaking, yelling
>"Oh no! My ghost radar is off the- off the charts!!"
>This kid must be high
>You pick up every single bit of paper from the kitchen tables, counters, floor
>Every so often you look to Crack Pones note on the fridge, wondering what she'd be doing if she was here
>And maybe if she was sober
>Trinity runs into the kitchen and almost bumps into you
>"My ghost detector says there's a ghost in here!"
>My god this kids getting annoying
"Trinity why do you like ghosts so much anyway?"
>She doesn't answer
>She runs around the room in a circle then runs back to the living room
>You sigh and roll your eyes
>After cleaning you go back to the living room and sit down on her side of the futon
>You watch Trinity for a while as she runs in circles
>You smile a bit
"Trinity I think I saw one in your room"
>"What re- what really?!"
"Sure.."
>She instantly boots it to her room
>Its quiet for the first time in days
>You notice you haven't cleaned the bathroom yet
>You let out a groan and stand up
>You knew there would be a message written on the mirror for a ghost that doesn't exist
>You stumble to the bathroom with a broom
>You get inside and fill up the sink with water that you'll use to wash off the marker on the mirror
>You look up to the mirror and read the message
>It is written in scribbled writing
"Iz the gost of momy haunting this hous????"
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>Is this why she is so obsessed with ghosts?
>She seemed into ghosts the first day she started living with you again
>Ever since that day she has been running around the house trying to find any hint of paranormal activity
>You never want to have a serious talk with Trinity but this is the time to do it
>Trinity is drawing on the newspaper she must of stole from the next flat overs doorstep
>The thought of Trinity sneaking over and stealing it made you giggle
>You sit down on the futon and watch Trinity draw for a bit
"Um Trinity can I ask you something?"
>"What is it old man?"
>She doesn't bother making eye contact with you
>She just keep drawing what looks to be a..goblin maybe?
"Are you...trying to find the ghost of your mom?"
>"Mmm hm!"
>shes still not looking over at you, just coloring and drawing
"...You know about her?"
>"Mmm no. I was- I was hoping I could make conta- I could make contact with her though! Then I cou- I could talk to her!"
"...Oh..Okay"
>She keeps coloring
>"That no- that note on the fridge, is tha-is that from mommy?"
>You never answered
>You were too busy trying to understand her
>She thought her foster parents were her real parents, how does she know about Crack Pone
"...Who told you about Cra-..your real mother"
>"That note! I ca-I can't read to good. But I ca-I can read some words!"
"The one you drew on?"
>She flinched a little expecting you to yell at her again
>"... I could- I could only read a f-few though. Could you- could you read it to me sometime?!""
>You let out a little sigh and nod
>"...Can you read it- read it to me now?"
"Sure Trinity..."
>You get up and go to the kitchen to retrieve it
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>You walk into the kitchen
>You can't read very well over where Trinity had drawn on it but the message was almost memorized
>You walk back out and Trinity is sitting on the floor still drawing on newspapers
>She looks up and sees you
>She gives you a wide grin
>She doesn't smile like her mother at all
>You're actually relieved
>You wouldn't be able to handle that
>You sit down on Crack Pone's side of the futon and begin reading
>Every 3 words Trinity asks a question
>You keep telling her to let yourself finish
>You finish the whole letter without shedding a tear
>You've read it enough times for this not to happen anymore
>"Oh! So mommy never died at all!"
"Wh..what?"
>"She's just at that ribab place!!"
>Ribab? Rehab? What?
>"When's she-when's she coming back daddy?"
>Daddy?
>Why's she calling you that now?
>Why is it hitting you so hard all of a sudden
>Beforehand it never fazed you
>She called you daddy before
>Is it the way she said it? So nonchalantly?
>You try to get it out of your head for now and try and think of a delicate way to answer
>You can't
"I..I don't know..."
>"Hey how come- how come I never hear about her?"
"You never really ask, Trinity"
>"Hmm...I guess you're right! I can't to meet her! What does she look like?! Is sh- is she tall?! Whats her m- whats her mane like?!"
>She begins asking you so many questions about Crack Pone
>As she asks your eyes start tearing up
>You feel a lump in your throat
>"Can she sing?! Ca-...Daddy?"
>Oh god no
>You notice the tears are coming out faster than you thought
>You sniffle and rub your eyes
>"Daddy whats wrong?! Are you sick?! Do you- do you need to go to the bat-bathroom?"
"N-No I'm fine, Trinity I'm just hungry"
>WhatthefuckamIsaying.jpeg
>"I'LL GET YOU FOOD THEN!!"
>You keep sniffling and rubbing your eyes
>You hear some clatter in the kitchen
>Trinity runs out with a bag of uncooked macaroni
>You take it from her and smile
"Thank you Trinity"
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>Trinity's habit of asking about her mom stays the same
>She only asks if you say anything remotely revolved around Crack Pone
>She eats Mac and Cheese a lot
>Either because its the only thing you make or because its something bigger than that
>She still asks when Crack Pone is coming home
>You still avoid answering her question
>You know one day the excuse "I saw a ghost in your room" will only work for so long
>You realize things about her over time
>The way she acts and talks
>How she repeats words so much and how she yells everything she says
>You wish you remembered everything that doctor said about what happens when a drug addict gives birth
>You wish you actually payed attention
>You want to go ask a doctor about these things
>She should be old enough to read by now but she still cant
>Her obsession with the paranormal has stayed even though she knows-
>Thinks
>Her mom is still alive out there somewhere
>In a way you want to believe that too
>One thing is for certain
>You need to tell a doctor or a mental health person about these things going on with Trinity
"You'd know what to do..."
>You mutter as you look to Crack Pones side of the futon
>"Who're you talking to Daddy?"
>You look down to see Trinity sitting on the floor eating raw instant noodles
"Just..a friend"
>"Oh is she- is she invisible?"
>You can't hold back your chuckle
>"What's so funny?!"
"Nothing Trinity.."
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>Today is the big day
>You tell Trinity you need to take her to the hospital
>"Why do I gotta- gotta go?"
"You need a check up"
>"Why?"
"Everybody gets them at least once every six months"
>"Why?"
"To see if anything is wrong with you"
>"Why?"
>Oh my god this child
>You stop answering her out of sheer annoyance and put on your coat
>She puts on a hat and her winter boots and you two step out
>The snow is high up for Trinity because she's so tiny
>She tries her best to walk
>This all reminds you too well of the day you and Crack Pone walked to the hospital to see if Trinity would even happen
>And there she is
>Walking the same path you and her mother walked those years ago
>The walk there isn't as painful because you've already done it before
>You enter the hospital and is welcomed by a nurse
>"Hello sir how may I help you?"
"I'm wondering if I can talk to a doctor about my daughter"
>"Of course one moment please"
>You and Trinity sit in the waiting room together
>She seems more shy and timid do to all these other dudes
>She sits next to you in a chair as you wait for your name to be called
>Her big green eyes look around
"There are no ghosts here, sorry"
>"Aww.."
>You giggle right before a doctor calls you in
>You walk with Trinity into the doctors office
>Trinity sits down on the bed
>The doctor comes in
>Oh shit not this motherfucker
>Its the doctor from before
>He looks older
>"Oh Anon! Hello!"
"...Hey."
>"Oh and who might you be?"
>Trinity looks around nervously "I'm..Trinity"
>"Trinity what a pretty name. Anon what is the problem with her? She looks fine! Is she your niece?"
"No actually. She's my daughter."
>"Did you break up with Crack Pone? Good for you, no good would come of it anywa-"
"No. This is her daughter too."
>This dense fucker needs a smack in the jaw
>"Wh- there's no way..."
"Can I talk to you in the other room?"
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>You and the doctor go into the other room and talk
>"Anon how could you have a child with Crack Pone?"
"Look just answer my god damn questions"
>"How did Crack Pone survive the birt-"
"Listen here you little shit, I just need you to answer my fucking questions okay?"
>"Oh fine jeez"
"Trinity...I don't know what it is about her, she's kinda bratty and has an unruly obsession with the weirdest things...She doesn't talk right, she repeats words within sentences and still can barely ready. She's always yelling a-"
>"Ah ha! Ah ha! I knew it!"
"What?!"
>"I knew there would be something wrong with this kid! I was right, I always am"
>You want to punch this god forsaken doctor right in the throat
>You almost do
"Do you know whats wrong with her?"
>"It'll only get worse overtime y'know. You should have listened to me-"
"What do you mean?"
>"The speaking problem, the reading, everythin' man. But anyway like I was sayi-"
"WHAT!? What else could happen?! She wont...die or anything will she?"
>"Die? No. As I was saying, no one ever listens to me and I'm a-"
"What's going to happen to her?"
>"To who?"
"MY DAUGHTER!"
>"Oh right her. Yeah whats going to happen is her speaking will get pretty sucky and over time she'll gradually forget things. Teach her how to read, but she'll forget it."
"How...how many things will she forget?"
>"Sheesh I don't know man. It could be little things like if she left the fridge door open or not or it could be big things like entire days. I think its called all-timers but for young people"
"You mean alzheimer's?"
>"I guess."
"But how can a child have that?!"
>"Have? She doesn't HAVE it yet she will GET it. Check your grammar."
>You can't talk to this asshole anymore
>You turn and leave the room
>The doctor follows you asking if you need anything else
>You ignore him
>You pick up Trinity
>You carry her out the door
>She continuously asks "Whats going on?! Hey what are- what are you doing?"
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>You put Trinity down and keep walking
>"Daddy what's wrong why can't I get a check up?"
"Because that doctor is a fucking idiot and doesn't know anything!"
>"It's not nice to swear"
>You stop walking for a second
>Thats the first thing you ever heard her say
>Your eyebrows scrunch up and you look around frustrated
"Aagh!"
>You just keep walking
>As you two walk you notice Trinity take off her hat and carry it on her back
"Trinity keep your hat on please"
>"Um..No!"
"I wasn't asking. Put it on"
>"Make me!"
>Holy shit this child
>You grab the hat off her back
>She freezes up and looks up at you
>You two make eye contact
>Trinity glares and starts running
>You chase after her
"Get back here!"
>"NEVEEEERR!!"
>She must think this is a game
>You keep running faster and faster
>The snow must be slowing her down
>She's at arms reach
>You see her turn her head to look at you
>The moment she sees how close you are she lets out a loud squeal followed by a fit of laughter
>You finally catch her
"Gotcha!"
>She is laughing so hard as she tries her pathetic attempt to get out of your grasp
>"Oh nooo- mmph!"
>You shove the hat on her head over her eyes
>She's still giggling
>You don't put her down to avoid her running off again
>Trinity fixed her hat so she can see and finally stops laughing
"Heh...do you like the snow Trinity?"
>"Yeah I d- I do!"
"That's good. You're mother did too."
>She did a happy giggle as you kept walking and carrying her
>Crack Pone was light and there was surprisingly a small difference between Trinity and Crack Pones weight
>"I can walk"
"..I know."
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>You come home to this flat
>You don't take off your shoes but Trinity does once you've put her down
>"Is it okay i- is it okay if I eat some instant noodles?"
"I dunno we might have supper soon"
>"Please dad? Pleeeeeeaaaa-"
"Okay fine"
>"Yay yay yay yay yay!"
>You sit down on the couch and think about what things the doctor said
>God that doctor was such a shit faced cunt
>You let out a sigh hearing all the clattering going on in the kitchen
>The phone suddenly rings
>You look over to a pile of drawings she has done
>All of them ghosts
>Big fucking surprise
>Trinity skips back into the room with a baggy of instant dry noodles
"...Trinity you wanna get out of here?"
>Trinity tilts her head at you
>"Why?"
"I dunno...this town is full of idiots who know nothing..."
>"But what if mom comes back while we're gone?"
>You don't respond
>You just sit there watching her eat her dry noodles
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>You're not sure what to do anymore
>You notice Trinity forgetting things more often than not
>She constantly forgets where she puts things
>She constantly forgets making new ghost equipment
>She's more into witches now than ghosts
>Either way she has made at least 8 "Witch Tracking Devices"
>You'd tell her she already made one and she would just tell you you're a liar
>You sit on the floor with her watching her color
>She's colouring on the envelope child support sent one of their checks in
>For the first year they'll send you money
>This was the last one
>You start to wonder if you'll have to go back to your old job
>Who would watch Trinity
>You remember when Crack Pone was with the children in the theater
>They probably don't even remember her
>They would probably let you take her with you since they let you bring Crack Pone last time
>Either way you couldn't leave her with a baby sitter, they'd tell her too many things about her mother
>Crack Pone had a reputation in this town
>Everyone thought she just OD'd one day and died
>You still haven't told Trinity Crack Pone had died yet
>You know you'll have to tell her sooner or later
>You just didn't know how
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>You sit back and keep watching her draw
>You’re not gonna bother seeing what it is
>You already know it’ll be a witch or a goblin
“Um...Trinity can we talk for a second?”
>”sure whats- whats up pops?”
“can we talk about your mother for a moment?”
>”Sure! Can you answer m- can you answer my questions?”
“of-...of course”
>”What is sh- what is she like?”
“She was like you in a lot of ways. She didn’t have so much sass as you though”
>She giggled a bit
“She ate a lot of macaroni and cheese-“
>”Just li- just like me!!”
“Ha...yeah... every time I cooked for her she would request macaroni and cheese. Your mother would watch a lot of those shows on the tv about mares with too many kids. She always wanted to have a child. Its almost all she talked about. She’d lie on my lap and I’d rub her back and she’d talk about what kind of kid we would have. To be honest...I never knew we would have one”
>”Why i- why is that?”
“Well...you’re mommy was very sick and doctors would tell me she would never have a kid”
>You paused for a moment and cleared your throat to avoid saying the next bits of your story
“But...here you are.”
>”Mommy would talk about me?! What kinda stuff?!”
“heh...Y’know what I think she thought you were going to be a superhero of all things”
>This made Trinity laugh and fall back
“I know I laughed a bit too. She would talk about how you’d be an athlete, or a dancer even...every day she would rub her stomach with you inside of it and she’d mutter a few words”
>”what’d she say?! Maybe I heard her!”
“She would say that she can’t wait to see you...and that she would be such a great mother...and she would have..”
>"Wo-would have? Daddy don't you mean she WILL be when she comes back?!"
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>You don't know what to answer her with
>How do you tell a kid its mother has been dead the moment she was born
"Trinity..before I tell you this I just want you to know..you're mother loved you before you were even born hell I think she loved you before she was even pregnant with you..."
>Trinity smiles a wide grin and blushed a bit
>She giggled a lot at this
"But...she's not coming home..."
>Trinity nodded
>"That's okay Daddy, we can j- we can just go visit her instead!"
"That's...not what I mean, Trinity..we can't go see her either"
>"Wh- why not?! That's awfully rude of those p- those people at the rehab!"
>Jesus she's not making this shit easy
"Ugh..Trinity...she's dead"
>"...o-oh..."
>Trinity sits for a long time, not moving or saying anything
>She looks around for a moment as she gathers her thoughts
>This isn't the reaction you expected from her
>You thought she would cry horribly or yell at you
>Suddenly she does something you never expected
>She looks back to you
>Her eyes are sagged from how late it has gotten
>Then she does it
>A weak smile
>"Its okay d- its okay dad. I can j- I can just talk to her ghost."
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>You can't seem to see if Trinity is getting worse or not...
>You're biggest fear with Crack Pone happened
>Would your new biggest fear regarding Trinity happen?
>Would she forget you one day?
>You tell yourself that is impossible
>Trinity isn't the kind of pony to forget things so big
>She can remember the fact you told her the flat is haunted
>She can remember where she put her baggies of dry instant noodles after putting them down
>She couldn't forget you
>Could she forget other people though?
>You stand at the oven boiling noodles for her
>She is patiently waiting at the table
>"Macaroni macaroni macaroni~"
>She is singing some made up song about macaroni and cheese now
>Naturally she's yelling every lyrics
>The thought floods your mind of all the things that she could forget
>Why can't you keep your mind to things like "She could forget putting on a hat before playing in the snow", "She could forget if she bought herself new markers or not"
>Why do you have to think "She could forget things about her mother" "She could forget that she loves macaroni and cheese" "She could forget how to read and write"
>You shake your head trying to get the thought out of your head
>It keeps coming back
>"I love mac- I love mac- I love macaroni a- I love macaroni and i- it and- an- and it loves meeee!"
>You stop breathing for a moment
>You've never heard her stutter that bad before
>At least you know now
>If she's getting worse or not
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>Trinity spends her days colouring and ghost hunting
>However you were right, her memory is slowly getting worse
>You wonder to yourself how many things she is going to forget
>Day by day she forgets simpler things
>You tell her the time
>10 seconds later she asks for it again
>You tell her
>10 minutes later she asks again
>You tell her
>It just keeps repeating really until you finally tell her it doesn’t matter and to just go play
>Despite all the things she forgets she is still Trinity
>She still spends her days ghost hunting in your little flat
>She still writes different questions on the mirror
>Some nights you’ll write a reply in the best 2spoopky4me writing you can
>Those mornings you wake up to her screaming in delight
>You need to go back to work today
>Trinity is excited to go play with other kids for once
>You explained to her why its important that if anyone asks about her mother she doesn’t answer
“You can’t answer any questions about your mother”
>”Why ca- why c-c- why can’t I?”
“Because...because everyone would be jelous that you have a ghost mom unlike them”
>What a fucking lie
>You feel like you’re insulting Crack Pone just by saying that
>But Crack Pone was able to call herself a witch to a bunch of fillies and foals so you don’t feel so bad
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>Trinity walks slightly in front of you as you two walk to your work
>It feels a little nice going back to work
>You know kids aren't as sadistic as they look in media so you don't expect any of those kids to pick on Trinity despite her obvious speech problem
>Trinity's peppy attitude is contagious
>You can't help but smile and skip with her
>You probably look gay as fuck right now
>You don't care
>When the theater came into view you heard Trinity make a happy high pitched sound
>She begins dashing towards it
"Trinity wait!"
>"Y-You- you too- you're t- you're too sl- you're too slow o-old old- old ma- old man!!"
>She keeps running
>You just chase her
>You catch up to her but don't grab her like you would usually do
>Right now you and Trinity are just running
>You two laugh together as you continue your unspoken agreement to have a race to the theater
>You're just gonna pretend Trinity is beating you tho
"Trinity why're you so fast?!"
>She laughs even harder right now
>Until she smacks into the theater door
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>Trinity falls back and lands on her plot
>Holy shit your sides
"T-Trinity are you okay?"
>You can barely speak from how hard you're laughing
>Trinity turns to you with an angry face
>It goes away almost instantly as she bursts into laughter with you
>You two stand there laughing like idiots for the longest time
>You clear your throat and rub the tears from your eyes
>Tears from laughter?
>You haven't had these in a long time
>The last time you had them was with her
>And now they're coming again but with...Trinity
>You smile down at your daughter
>She is still laughing despite the pain in her mussel from banging into a solid wood door
>You open that solid wood door and head inside the theater
>You and Trinity are instantly welcomed by another new acting group
>They had only a few children however
>Trinity hid behind your leg and you could tell she was a little nervous
>"Hey who're you? Are you an actor?" one foal asks
>"Um...no my name- my na- my name is- my name is Trinity"
>Everybody laughs, even the adults
>"Oh uh- No I'm n- nn- no I'm n- noot an actor"
>Everybody laughs again
>You'd scold them all for laughing at her if it wasn't for the fact Trinity suddenly started laughing with them
>You tell Trinity to go play with the children
>As you sweep part of you keeps expecting to hear Crack Pone scream "YOU'LL NEVER TAKE ME ALIVE" and run past you with a stampede of children chasing her
>You laugh a little thinking of how ridiculous she acted around those children
>She told them she'd come back and see them or at least show them Trinity
>In a way she carried out her promise
>You could hear Trinity yell out "R-RO- Rome- Romeo oh R-Rom-Romeo!"
>Are they acting out a scene?
>You wonder for a while if Trinity would be an actor
>You shake your head to ignore the thought
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>Trinity is acting out a short play with a few other fillies and colts as you're getting ready to leave
>You motion for her that you two need to go
>She sits down and crosses her arms
>This stubborn child tho
>You walk over to her
"Now Trinity."
>She shakes her head and looks the other way
"Ugh fine...Trinity if we go home now....I'll let you eat Macaroni And Cheese for breakfast and supper tomorrow"
>Her big ears perked up
>You could see for a split second she wanted to get up but she was far too stubborn to give in that fast
>You sigh in frustration
"Fine then Trinity...What do I have to go to get you to come home"
>"...I want M- I wa- I wan't m- I- I w-"
"You want macaroni and cheese? I thought I already o-"
>"AND! And I- A- A- and I wa- and I wa- I w- I wan- I wa-"
>You can tell now she's getting frustrated with her speech problem
>Its gotten so much worse
>"I w- I wa- I- AAAAAAGH!!"
>She falls onto her back and starts kicking the air
"I'll get you whatever you need Trinity lets just go home..."
>she sits up and nods with tears in her eyes
>She looks up at you and reaches up to you with both hoofs
"You...want me to carry you? Is that what you wanted?"
>She nods with a pouting expression
>You sigh with a little grin and pick her up
"You're gonna be getting to old for this y'know"
>She's so much like her mother
>She loves being carried, but would never admit it
>She wraps her arms back around your neck
>You have one arm around her torso and the other keeping her up
>Her chin rests on your shoulder with her arm draped around the other one
>She is so much like her mother
>So much like her mother
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>You are sitting with Trinity on the futon
>Trinity is sitting on Crack Pones side, cramming her face with Mac and Cheese
>She's watching TV
>Some crappy kids cartoon
>She enjoys it though so you don't change the channel
>She is shoveling macaroni and cheese into her mouth and is being so messy with it
>You'll have to trick her into taking a bath later
>God fucking damnit this child
>"d-d-d-a-da-dad?"
"Yes, precious?"
>"d-d-do y- you- do you- do you mm-mmi-miss m-m--mom?"
>You tilt your head a bit, totally confused
"Why do you ask?"
>"I-is it wh- is it wh-why y-you al- you always l-look s-sad?"
"I always look sad?"
>She nods
>The whole time she's talked to you she had her eyes glued to the TV
"I shouldn't miss her too much...there's a chance she isn't a ghost but...y'know I still see her"
>"S-see h-he- see her?"
"I guess...I see her in you, in the way you look and act...I see her hoof prints on the fridge door or I'll find a strand of hair on one of her pillows...she's in my thoughts and she's in you I suppose..."
>Trinity is probably too young to understand what any of that really means
>She keeps eating her macaroni
>You sigh again and look back to the tv
>Then, without warning you hear her tiny voice say
>"I love you daddy."
>For a moment you're shocked by the fact she said a sentence without stuttering
>The moment after it shocked you the fact that she actually said I love you
>You never really gave it any thought if she loved you or not
>You kept looking at her wondering if she suddenly got over her speaking problem
>Really? Just like that?
>She looks to you
>"Wh- what're y- what're st- staring ol- old- staring at old- old man?"
>You sigh for a third time
"...Nothing Trinity..."
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>You remember the other night more often than not
>She said I love you to you
>You never replied
>You and Crack Pone told each other you loved one another even before you started living together
>Nothing formal just a simple "I love ya man!"
>Crack Pone was so Peppy back then before you two lived together
>Meanwhile Trinity is a little on the bratty stubborn side
>You can't help but love her though
>Is it the way she acts or the way she looks so much like Crack Pone?
>You're not sure
>All you know for sure is that you need to take care of her
>For Crack Pone and yourself
>You sigh and stretch, deciding its just about time to make some food for yourself and Trinity
>She is sitting on the floor like always, doing what she always does
>You smile, admiring her for a while
>She's pretty fuckin' cute tho
>She does something you haven't seen her do before
>She quickly lifts her head and looks around confused
>Maybe she thinks she saw a ghost
>You brush it off as nothing and go to the kitchen
>You splurged a little and was able to buy some canned spaghetti
>You put it in the pot and start cooking
>You look behind you
>Trinity isn't there
>Thats odd, she always follows you to the kitchen when you go in
>That filly loves to eat
>You decide to go check on her
>You go back to the living room
>Trinity is still looking around confused
"Trinity you don't want any canned spaghetti?"
>"...h-how- ho- ho- h- how'd I - h-how- how'd i g- i get here?"
>....what?
"What do you mean Trinity you've been sitting here all day."
>"I h- I ha- I have?"
"Y-yeah...Trinity are you okay?"
>"h-huh? Y-Yeah A- yeah a- y- yeah Anon, I- I'- I'm f- I'm fine!"
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>Anon? Why is she calling you anon all of a sudden
>In a way she only recently started calling you dad/daddy
>Did you say something to her to make her change her mind
>Had she simply...forgotten that she was calling you daddy instead of your name?
>You sit there on Crack Pones side of the futon and watch your child sitting on the floor drawing
>She still had spaghetti sauce on her face
>You can't manage to grin at that today
>You're far too worried
>You wait for her to do it again
>For her to lift her head and wonder what she's doing in a different room
>She's been doing it all day
>Every time she does it you get a little heart attack
>You know from her mental illness school is out of the question
>You don't mind however
>Having her in this flat with you makes things less empty and boring
>You ponder for a while what to do about all this
>Before you can think of any solutions or even options you realize its getting late
"Trinity don't you think its time for bed?"
>She looks up at you
>She must know her speaking problem has climaxed and she can barely do any scentences, so she shakes her head to say no
"Trinity I can tell you're tired"
>She shakes her head
>She instantly stands up to get a head start on running away
"I'm not playing around Trinity. You need to go to bed now"
>She sighs and lowers her head and sits back down
>She then reaches up to you
>You smile and pick her up and carry her to her room
>You lay her down and put a blanket over her
>She snuggles into her blanket and is out like a light
>Jeez that didn't take long
>You stay sitting by her bed
>She looks so peaceful
>She reminds you of how Crack Pone looked when she slept
>You can't bring yourself to brush her hair from her face though
>That's something you could only do for Crack Pone
>It wouldn't feel right doing it to anypony else
>Even your daughter
>Your eyelids feel heavy
>You're more tired than you thought
>You eventually fall asleep
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>You wake up
>You look over and notice you're in your old bed
>You half expect so roll over and see Crack Pone lying next to you
>It takes a while to remember...
>...she's not around anymore
>Trinity isn't there where you put her
>You get up and stretch a little
>You stand up and walk to the living room where you expect to find her sitting down drawing on something that isn't paper
>She is there
>She is not drawing
>She is looking around confused
>She must have forgotten where she is
"Are you okay Princess?"
>"...who- wh- who a- who a- who ar- who are you?"
>.....
"...Wh-..what?"
>"W- wh- wh-whe-where a- am- where am I?"
"This...Trinity this is your home, its me...you're dad"
>"N-n-nn-no yo- you're n-not. Fr-Fra-Franc-Francis is m- Francis is my- my dad."
"Wh- no! No I'M your dad! You've been calling me dad for months!"
>She isn't listening
>She's looking around at her surroundings
>Dear god it has happened
>You look around trying to find something that can make her remember
>It hits you
>Her drawings
>You instantly run around the house
>Try as you may you can only find a few of them
>Damnit why did you have to through them away
>You take ones off the fridge
>You take some out of the garbage
>You take some from her dressers and everything
>You run back to the living room
>She is sitting on the floor
>You instantly sit down across from her and put the pile of drawings down
>You pick up one
>It looks kind of like a drawing of you and her but as ghosts
>Figures
"See this? You drew this! This is me...and this is you, see?"
>She stares for a while and tilts her head
>You put that one down and pick up another
>It looks like just a bunch of witches
"See you drew this too!"
>"Wh- wh- wha- what ar- what are th- what are they?"
"Th- they're witches! remember?! When you first came to this flat I told you witches live here!"
>She takes the picture from you and looks at it for a while
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>You show her another and another
>None of them jog her memory
>You get to the last one
>Its a horrible drawing of you as a ghost, Trinity as a ghost and...Crack Pone as a ghost
>You instantly show it to her
"See this? YOU drew this! This is me..Thats you...and this is your mother!"
>"J-J-je-jen?"
"Damnit no! Crack Pone is your mother! Not Jen! I'M your father! Not Francis! Please remember Trinity! You called me daddy and said you love me! Trinity you have to remember please!"
>You feel like you're about to cry
>Is this worse than losing her?
>She has forgotten...everything
>Could it get worse than this?
>If this is as bad as it can get, you're okay with that
>She's still Trinity
>She's still the daughter of your beloved Crack Pone
>You just need to remind her somehow
>somehow...
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>You sit down and watch Trinity draw
>This reminds you more
>She's still Trinity
"What's that?"
>You point to something she's drawing which is obviously a witch
>'a w-wi-wi-w-a witch"
"Really?"
>She nods and keeps drawing
"Does she have a name?"
>She shakes her head
"How about we name her?"
>She shakes her head again
>Nice try anon
>You hear a knock at the door
>You get up and check on the little hole to see who it is
>You can't see correctly so you open it up
>A stallion is dressed in a suit
>"Hello sir, I am from child protective services. May we have a word with you?"
>Who the fuck is this asshole?
"What's the problem?"
>"We hear word you are raising a heroin child and you haven't let her leave your home."
>Where the fuck are they getting this shit to
"Excuse me?
>"A woman has called us saying she has heard rumors that you are harboring drug addicts here? We went to the womans house and her child has told us she knew you daughters mother. Is your wife home? Could we speak to her?"
>What the fuck that was years ago
>Did one of the acting people recognize Trinity as Crack Pone's child?
"Excuse me but there are no drugs in this house, my wife has passed so you'll have to deal with me instead."
>Wife...
>"Just let us have a look, talk to your child and we'll be out of your way"
>You still don't let him in
>He peeks over to see Trinity drawing
>"Is this her?"
"Yes that's my daughter and as you can see she is fine. Now leave us alone."
>"Just let us talk to her. If there is nothing wro-"
"I said leave us alone! We are fine!"
>"A-an-ano-ano-an-ano-anon, wh-who-who- wh-who is- anon who- who i- is a- at th- the--"
>She gives up halfway through
'I-its nobody princess"
>The stallion at the door arches an eyebrow
>"...Anon huh?"
"Look its not what you think! She was calling me daddy and everything just a while ago!"
>"Sir, let me in please."
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"...No"
>"Sir I am aski-"
"Do you want me to call the police? You're invading my property"
>"...Fine then. I'll come back with a warrant"
"Fine."
>You close the door on his face
>You turn to see Trinity sitting on the floor looking up at her
>You give her a smile in a way to tell her everything is okay
>But its not
>You can't let them take Trinity away
>She's all you have right now
>You know for one thing, her calling you by your name isn't helping
>You remember she forgot your name for a while but only moments ago she remembered it again
>You don't beleive in god, but you wonder if that was him putting mercy on you, giving you a sign her memory could come back
>Could it come back within the right amount of time though?
>You sit down across from Trinity and try and think of a reason for you two to leave this flat long enough for the child service dude to think you left forever
"...Hey Trinity wanna go to the theater?"
>Such a lie, you knew you weren't gonna take her there ever again
>"I j-j-ju-I jus- I just wa- I just wa- draw"
"You just wanna draw?"
>She nods
"...alright then..."
>...
"...You wanna come with me to the store to buy you some new ghost equipment?"
>she shakes her head again
"I guess I have no choice..."
>You simply sit there and watch her draw
>an hour later you hear another knock at the door
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>You get up, fix your hair and dust off your pants
>You walk to the door and very slowly open it
>Your moments with Trinity could be coming to an end
>You two...just started becoming a real father and daughter
>You've told yourself over and over she isn't really your child
>Maybe she is
>She may not have come from you but she called you daddy at least a few times
>She even told you she loved you
>You never tail I love you back however
>Why didn't you?
>You feel the need to say it now
>You don't
>You open the door welcome the child protection service stallion inside your home
>He isn't welcome but you act like it
"...would you like a drink? I might have some coffee"
>"I'd just like to talk to little Trinity"
"She has a speaking problem you might no-"
>"I'm sure I can understand her, anon"
>You sigh and sit on the futon
>Trinity and the stallion sit on the floor
>"Could you leave us alone for a moment?"
"I'd rather not."
>"Sir, I'll ask you one more time. Could yo-"
"Fine."
>You go into Trinity's room
>Your back is against the door
>You can't hear what she's saying outside but you can hear little words being barely spoken out
>You look to Crack Pones drawer
>You walk over and remember the night you dropped the pills
>You stroke your fingers across it
"...What would you do if you were here Crack Pone...you'd think of a way to get out of this.."
>You hear the stallion yell out to you
>You almost run back out
>Trinity is still drawing
>You know her well enough now to know she would have drawn through their whole talk
>"Sir, do you have any evidence that you were given custody of this child from her foster parents?"
"Excuse me?"
>"If there is no documents or proof of custody I'm going to have to take her to a foster home."
"What?! Why?! I never committed any crime or anythi--"
>"Sir Trinity tells me you took her from her parents Francis and Jenifer. If you have no proof of custody then I'm going to take her back"
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>You need proof of custody
>Proof of custody...
>The only proof of custody is that letter
>Trinity has already drawn all over that and you threw it out not knowing you needed it
“...I don’t have any...but..she did call me dad...she spends every day running around the house so I assume she loves it here so..you don’t have to take her away...”
>”Lets see would you rather stay here or go home to your parents”
>Who the fuck does this bastard think he is
“Who the hell do you think you are?! You don’t ask a kid something like that!”
>”L-Liv-live wi- live wi- live with- with p-p-par-paren-parents?”
>Dear god no...
>”I will be here in two days to pick her up. If you are not here I WILL call the police. ”
“...I understand sir.”
>Trinity has been looking from you to the stallion every time anything was said between the two of you
>The stallion gives Trinity a pat on the head and turns to leave
>You look down to Trinity
>She’s been drawing ghosts this whole time
>This fuckin’ kid tho...
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>You sit down across from Trinity
>She was scribbling nonsense down
>You didn't care to look to see what it is
>There was so many things you didn't understand
>Do they really give kids back to their foster parents?
>Is he really going to take her away for not giving her treatments for things Trinity doesn't need or have
>Is he going to take her away because there's no proof of you're her real dad?
>Did he even bother looking for a birth certificate?
>Weren't they the ones saying you could have her?
>Nothing makes sense anymore
>It seems like the world just wants to take things from you all of a sudden
>But Trinity is still there
>She hasn't spoken since the stallion has left
>All she's done is draw
>You sit there watching her
>You can't believe there was a time where you couldn't handle looking at her for too long
"...Trinity you want some macaroni and cheese?"
>She looks up at you and tilts her head
>She must not understand
>You mime out eating food to help explain
>She smiles and nods multiple times
>You get up and go to the kitchen
>Take a moment to look at Crack Pones note and open the fridge
>Those baggies of noodles are still there
>You take one out
"Better now than ever.."
>Once the macaroni is done you bring it out for her
>Does this child ever stop drawing holy shit
>You put it in front of her and she snatches it
"Whoa there its not nice to snatch things"
>She sticks her tongue out at you
>This fuckin' kid
"So two more days and you're taken away huh?"
>She continues eating not really listening to you
>You sigh and sit up on the couch and watch her for a while longer
>The day goes by suprisingly easy
>Trinity doesn't talk all day but spends most of it drawing goblins and witches
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>For the first time in a while Trinity has finally stopped drawing for a split second
>You're sitting, watching her with your head resting on your hand
>She looks up at you for a split second and then back down to her paper to look at her drawing
>She smiles at it and picks it up with her mouth
>She walks over to you
"I-Is this for me?"
>You take it from her and look at it
>You can't tell what in the hell this mess of scribbles is
"Is it a ghost?"
>She frowns
>"N-n-nn-nnn"
>You assume that means no
>You look back down at it to get a better look
"...is it a witch?"
>She stomps her hoof and puffs out her cheeks
>She points a hoof at you
"Is it..me?"
>She nods with a smile
"....th-...thank you Trinity."
>She blushes a little and gives a bigger smile and goes back to her spot on the floor
>You examine the picture
>How is this supposed to look like you even
>She can still make noises at least
>You sigh a little bit and put the picture down
"So do you wanna stay here with me Trinity?"
>She ignores you and continues drawing
"I can...I know some haunted houses we can go find"
>She looks up at you for a second with a confused look and looks back down at her paper
>You continue thinking of ways to trick her into staying with you
>Each time you say anything all she can do is look up at you for a while and go back to drawing
"What else can I do huh?....How am I supposed to build of a fucking father daughter relationship in two fucking days anyway..."
>The moment you swore Trinity looked up at you and gave you an angry look
"Sorry sorry.."
>But what were you apoligizing for really? Sorry for not being there at the first few years of her life? Sorry for wishing you weren't born while her mother was pregnant with her? Sorry for yelling at you so much when she wrote on her mothers note?
>Why don't you openly apologize now and get it all out before she's taken from you?
>You can't bring yourself to do that
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>Trinity is in bed now
>You are sitting on your futon
>Time is passing too fast
>You don't want to sleep but like it usually does, it happens anyway
>You don't dream anything this night
>You wake up to the sound of things breaking in the kitchen
>Dejavu
>You go into the kitchen groggily and see Trinity looking through the cupboards
>You don't give her a fright this time
>You get her attention to go through the routine of trying to get here to cal you dad again
>All she can say is "A-a-a-a-a-an"
>Anon?
>Oh well you tried
>You ask her to sit down and she does
>You cook her some macaroni and cheese
>Last time you'll be able to make this again
>This is you're last day with her
>You don't know when that bastard is coming to take her
>You sit watching her eat
>She's still messy like her mother
>...her mother
>It hasn't crossed your mind yet that she doesn't remember her mom
>...nothing you can do
"You like mac and cheese Trinity?"
>She doesn't answer
"What was I expecting.."
>You mutter to yourself
>You get up and go to the living room to get the picture Trinity drew you to test something
>You bring it back out
>You show it to her
"Remember this?"
>She looks at it for a second then goes back to eating
>Guess not..
>You put it on the fridge next to Crack Pones note
>You look at the note for a second and mutter out
"Guess I'm gonna have to break my promise, Crack Pone..."
>Trinity keeps eating loud and messy
>You sit back down with her
>Hours passed, no knock at the door
>Trinity is now sleeping on her mothers side of the futon
>Cheese all over her mouth
>This is your last chance to think of something
>You sigh, not able to think of something
>You look up at the ceiling as to look at the sky almost
"...What the fuck did I ever do, huh?"
>You wonder for a second who you were even talking to
"Y'know just...what the fuck did I ever do?"
>There is a knock at the door
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>You don't bother checking to see who it is
>You already know
>You turn to Trinity, still sleeping on the bed
>You wait a moment, the slightest hope that a miracle would happen
>Miracle? You could of used one of those with Crack Pone, why would one show up now
>You sigh and scoop her up in your arms
>She's light so its easy to carry her like a baby
"Trinity can you hear me?"
>No answer
"...I never said this to you before but...I love you. Ever since I first saw you you reminded me so much of your mother. Your real mother. You were just a little thing when I saw you...you're still a little thing..."
>Still no reply
>Stallion knocks at the door again
"I'm comin' alright?...Alright Trinity?"
>No reply
>You open the door
>Two stallions this time
"I'm not going to cause any trouble okay? Just..let me carry her for a little bit?"
>"Sir we rea-"
"I'll be following you guys I promise."
>The two exchange glances
>"...Alright fine but stay between us"
>You nod and walk out the door
>Trinity is so tiny
>How many more times do you have to carry someone to love to that god forsaken train
>You know you can just run away right now with her
>You don't
>You keep walking
"...can you tell whoever you give her back to..that she really likes mac and cheese?"
>They both ignore you and keep walking
"And don't let her think the house is haunted...she'll never sleep..and she draws on everything too so...tell them to watch out for that"
>They two stallions just give you a simple "mhm"
>You can see the train station in the distance and the stallions stop
>"I'm going to have to ask you to hand her over now sir."
>You nod and hand her over to him
>He doesn't look like he's holding her right
>You know thats just your fatherly instincts
>You wonder, did you use the miracle up by being able to carry her over
>You almost pray not
>The stallions thank you for being so patient and begin walking off with her
>You stand there watching
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>You slowly raise your hand and give a little wave
>You know she can't see
>You do it anyway
>Running in the snow with her, How god damn stubborn she was, every picture she has ever drawn, every message she wrote on the mirrors in your flat smashes through your mind
>Tears roll down your face
>You cry a little, then cry a lot
>For the first few sobs you would cry Trinity's name but you found yourself just sobbing the words "Crack Pone
>you almost turn around until you hear something far off in the distance
>"D-D-D-DA-D-D-DA!!"
>You can see the two stallions suddenly panicking
>You can barely see it but you think you see Trinity's hoofs kicking
>What the hell are they doing! They're going to drop her!
>You hear it again
>D-D-D-D-D-DA-DA!!"
"...Oh my god..."
>You mutter out and take a little step forward
>The stallion then drops her
>What the fuck?!
>Trinity stands up and you're thankful she's okay
>The stallion tries picking her up again
>She kicks the motherfucker right in the face
>She starts running towards you
>You wonder for a split second
>Is this you're miracle?
>"D-D-DA-D!!"
>Your stunned and can't move for a moment
>"D-D-DADDY!!"
>You instantly start running back towards her
>You trip up a little every few steps as you run
>Trinity keeps screaming "D-DA-DAD!"
>You're inches away from her now
>Finally you fall forward a little as you go to hug her
>Trinity wraps her arms around your neck and cries louder than you've ever heard before
>You hug her back as tight as you possibly could
"Oh my god..Trinity"
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>You and the stallions talked for hours afterwards
>You and them made at least 10 phonecalls each and after what seemed like forever they shook her hand and went on their way
>Trinity stood next to you as you all talked, too young to understand anything
>After the stallions leave after promising to send you the documents for custody you turn and start walking home
>Trinity pokes your leg
>"D-daddy?"
"Yes Princess?"
>She reaches up to you
>"C-car-ca-carry me?"
"Of course"
>You smile and pick her up
"Anything for you"
>Trinity's memory gradually got better over time
>She still forgets coming in and out of rooms however
>Her speaking is good some days and bad some days
>Years passed and she got older
>She spent most of her time playing with the other ponies at the theater
>She eats macaroni and cheese once every 2 days and draws all the time
>However she never became an actor