Babs' Origin

Babs Susan is the seventh child of Archibald and Megan Susan, a pair of outwardly-normal yuppies who were nonetheless incredibly devoted Satanists. Despite what one might think, Babs was not bullied for her objectively hilarious name. This was mainly because her six elder brothers terrorized the school so thoroughly that no one dared to go near her. This did not mean that her home life was good. Babs was sheltered from the worst of her family’s rituals, but suffered from a certain calculated neglect. This was because her parents required a virgin.

On her fifteenth birthday, shortly after Babs experienced her first menarche, her parents and brothers prepared to sacrifice her before a congregation of fellow Satanists. The ritual would involve the conception of a remarkably powerful demon within Babs’ womb which would then eat its way out and then presumably reward the assembled Satanists with power and riches beyond compare. And it would have succeeded, if not for Gomorrah, the youngest Susan brother, who had a change of heart at the last minute. It was either that, or he misspoke. (Babs prefers to think that he had a change of heart.)

Either way, the resulting outpouring of energy destroyed the entire congregation, killing them all instantly. This included Babs’ entire immediate family, Gomorrah included. Naked, shivering and completely, irrevocably traumatized, Babs shuffled off the altar, put on some clothes, and climbed out of her parents’ cellar to stare blankly into space until a concerned neighbour knocked on the door.

Gomorrah’s little slip-up wiped out basically every single local politician of note in Babs’ hometown, and so in the midst of the chaos no one noticed as she was whisked away by the state to a little town in the middle of nowhere named Yarrow Falls. Now, one year later, she’s mostly back to normal. Even most of her anxiety, a direct consequence of her trauma, has faded away, and most who meet her agree that she’s a bubbly and sweet-natured teenager. Well, most of the time.

The side-effects of the ritual continue to cling to Babs. Most notably, her due date has come and gone, and yet she has experienced no contractions. Then again, given the results of her numerous ultrasounds, perhaps it’s best that she never give birth. Ever.

This is further compounded by Babs’ journal, which details the whispers that crowd her head. These allegedly originate from the creature (or creatures) gestating eternally in her womb, and are unable to be silenced even by fervent prayer. Trust me, she’s tried.

There is also her voracious sexual appetite, which is a sentence that most of her doctors never thought they’d type. It’s mostly under control thanks to a variety of measures best left unsaid. And then there’s her occasional rages, which far surpass even the most hormonal of outbursts. As Babs rarely gets mad, they don’t happen that often, but when they do, they’re something to behold. Fortunately, due to her dormant powers, they mostly consist of her screaming incoherently and throwing shit around.

Ah, yes. The issue of her powers. Babs’ “gifts” are driven mainly by sacrifice. The more people she kills, the more powerful she gets. The issue is that her initial surge of power was fuelled by the deaths of people who’d already sworn their souls to Satan. Therefore, it didn’t last long, and apart from a few harrowing weeks of absolute havoc early on, Babs’ powers have gone mostly dormant, though she can sometimes levitate a pen or summon a flame with a snap of her fingers. And she, of course, categorically refuses to kill anyone for the sake of mere power.