Requested by Kiwistar11

The constant love and Affection was suffocating.
The constant monitoring and watching made you feel trapped.
You're (y/n). Daughter of The Devil and King Dice. Teenager and capable of thinking on your own and making your own decisions, but your parents think otherwise sixteen to them is still young yes, but it doesn't mean you're still six. You're practically a young adult!

In your father's heads, it's like you're still their baby girl and treating you as such there were no boundaries when it came to you and it's embarrassing.

"(Y/n). I said your skirts must be finger tipped length and your clevage is showing!" Dice would scold you in front of everyone in the casino.
You sat in your bar stool red with embarrassment, feeling the gazes of eyes burning the back of your skull.

  Dad would grabbed you by the wrist and pulled you towards the resident part of the casino where you and your dads lived in which was above it.

Pulling you into your bedroom he scrambled around in your closet to find a more appropriate outfit.

After a few minutes he found a long dress that was (least favorite color).
You look at the dress in disgust and push it away as Dice shoved it in your face.
"Theres's no way in Hell I'm wearing that."
"Baby, that skirt is too short and that blouse is showing your breasts too much. Put this on or no desert for you tonight." He carefully laid the dress onto the bed beside you and walked towards the door, before leaving he turns and says, " Don't leave this room until that dress is on, do you understand (y/n)? You may Come back down when your sour attitude settles."
You rolled your eyes and sighed in defeat. "Sure whatever you say, Pops."

After a reassured smile, he shut the door leaving you in your enormous bedroom to change in this so called 'dress'
It was ugly. You didn't know why you still had it. Your dads picked it out not too long ago.
It had a tint of (least favorite color) with (second least fave color) on the stitching and rims of the collar and cuffs to try and complement the other colors. The fabric was made of a soft linen and polyester silk.
The length would make nuns laugh, on a count of how long it was! It also has long sleeved, and don't get started with the collar.
It was itchy as Hell, you shuddered and insinctively ran your thin fingers over your neck as you were reminded of the rash it had given you the last time you had worn it.
And last, and certainly least the fact that this fucking dress is like three times your size!
What in the actual Fuck!

This is Clownery.
You looked in your tall mirror on your closet door.
You looked like a fool in this.
You thought of when the second you stepped out into the light from your bedroom.
Oh how the first person that sees you in the hall.
How much of a curse it will be.

...Time skip...

Your face was flushed with embarrassment as you tried to stealth your way out of the halls.
'This is so stupid.' You thought.
You could hear distant laughter.
Someone must have seen you.
'Fuckfuckfuckfuck' you tried to run only to trip on the skirt of the dress.
Falling onto the marble floor.

"Woah there you okay, (y/n)?" A familiar raspy voice called out.

When you looked up you see your favorite person in the world, Mr. Wheezy holding out his hand to pull you from the hard floor.
"Not really." You say as you took his hand.
Wheezy let out a snicker as he got a better look at your attire, "lemme guess, Daddy made you wear somethin' that you don't like because you broke their dress code."

"Yeah." You rub your arm. As he gave out another chuckle.
"It's not funny! Don't they know I have a reputation too?! I may be Sixteen, but I'm not a baby!"
Mr.Wheezy shook his head and sighed
"Well if you really think that way," he started to walk with you down the long marble hallway.
"Then prove it. Talk to them. If you really want them to stop 'babying' you then show them that you are old enough." He forced his heavy fist in his other palm.
You stopped in the midst of the hall as you realized what he might be implying.
"You mean...like prove them by...fighting them?" You say as you gulped a lump of bile as it rose in your throat from the sudden change of feeling.
"If that's what you want to do..then I'm not gonna stop you."
He continued down the hall without you, but before he left, he uttered a 'good luck' and walked away.

Now it leaves to you.
Standing in the silence where you could hear your own demon blood rush through your body, and heart beat through your ribcage.

The first thing, you thought. Was this dress.
It had to go.

Once. And. For. All

And in one swoop of your claws you tore off it's long length; and with another off with the collar.
Two tugs at the sleeves
"No turning back now." As you threw the shreds of the dress down at your feet.
"Now onto the real fight."

Time skip

The casino was full of sinners at this time, but it wasn't enough for all employees to be there, so Dad and Fur dad weren't spectating or hosting any tables.

As you walked through the floor, you had noticed eyes all over your person once again burning into your flesh.
This time you weren't ashamed.
Some dared to throw out names to gock at you, but you made no effort to acknowledge them.
Right now, it's this fight for your reputation.

You looked into your dad's quarters.
A whole wing that he lived in with the devil.
Slightly peering in as he was slumped into a chair with his fingers clutching at the bridge of his nose. Something was telling you he knows...his hands were shaking and his face just showed the after math of what seemed to be a really bad fit of rage as the rest of the room were in ruins.

"I know you're there, (y/n)." He called out hotly.
Your heart skipped a beat. Never in your life did you ever hear that tone from anyone, let alone your father.
You took a deep breath, and forced the door open to fully reveal yourself to the man that raised you.

"You're just like your father. You know that (y/n)?" He sighed, "you're so stubborn and tenacious that you can't even wear a dress without ruining it to prove a point."
Your dad's words pressed down on your throbbing nerves as he used bigger words to describe you, but it hurt most in his last sentence, but you weren't going to let that get to you.

"It's more to prove a point." You reply, setting a foot down on this very shaky platform you were now upon between you two.
"It's to show you both that I am capable of taking care of myself."

"By tearing a dress apart and barging into my quarters unannounced half naked? Because of what? You don't like what daddy picked out for you so you're just going to throw a tantrum?I don't think so. You're such a child (y/n). "
"I'm a child?! You wrecked this room! I did it to not just prove a point, but you won't listen to my reason!"
"(Y/n). I've heard your reasoning for far too long. You're a child. And this...prove it! Go back to your room and Change into some approved clothing and stay in there until you are ready to apologize for this mess!"

"No."
"No?" Dice seemed offended by that answer. He actually didn't want you to answer. Not at all.

Suddenly the ground began to shake under you and before you knew it...
You landed in a stadium like setup
You were in the middle of what you automatically thought was where this fight was going to occur.
It wasn't a place you've been in before, but you were familiar with its properties.
Dice appeared in the spectator box in the midst of the fires. And The Devil too.
He gave you a toothy grin and laughed as Dice stood close by.
"Looks like my little (y/n) wants to grow up doesn't she?" He taunted.
"Yes I do!"
"Really? How can you make it out there when you got this just waiting beyond the gates thirsting for your esence?" He showed you multiple images of monsters and things that looked scary to an extent, then shook the thought away.
"I can take them." You say cockily

"Prove it." He smirked.
At the snap of your fingers the forms growled and roared sloppily through their beyond rotted teeth.
  They came from all sides, big brutes and thinner ones slashing the air around them with weapons of rusted steel.
Dodging their swings and blows,
There were so many of them, but you managed with your demonic strength and speed it was almost a breeze.
Except for the big one. The devil was laughing now. He shrieked in delight as his creation had walked before you.

One that reeked of bile, sweat, and rotted meat. His face was overlapped on itself with fat and muscle which was poorly hidden by a scruffy black beard that was tangled in a huge knot what you hoped was strawberry jam.
And behind him, was a large club also stained in jam and decorated with rusted nails sticking out of it.
"Son of a bitch." You screamed

"Now let the real fun begin!" He shouted, " oh and just a little tip, if you are just ready to give up, just scream 'daddy! Make it stop' and that will make your forfite the fight and back to normal this family will be." He taunted you from the box, this resulted you in actually thinking
As he said that you finally realized this was real. This. This whole thing isn't just the dream you had thought of. This is real.
That brute was coming in fast as a speeding bullet.
He swung his club at your head almost hitting you completely, but it had officially hit you on your cheek, leaving a large gash that gushed blood from it.
It hurt like Hell, but you weren't going to let a scratch get to you.
"Fuck you!" You screamed as you ran at the beast throwing a punch that barely landed on it.
He gave another swing, and this time what was left of this 'dress' was cut off leaving your panties and sports bra on.
The crowd goes wild for that one.

It was another fee dodges that you accomplished, until with another swift move. and next thing you know, he had pushed you roughly to the dirt.
His heavy hands holding your head against the dirt as he rose his spiked club to end this fight.
As he was closer than ever to you, you could smell his stench more as it violated your nostrils actually making your eyes tear up
You shook off the smell and the fact they were just drooling a river of black saliva at your feet when they had you finally pinned down.

From the distance of the club was to your head you could hear the sounds of your fur dad gocking, "just say the word and this big fat meanie will be taken away!"
"Fuck you!" Was all you could say before you had succumbed to the fact that this dude was going to smash your skull open.
You weren't desperate enough, you didn't care if you died, technically you can't die, but it would still hurt and scars literally and figurativly are forever.
It's the point you're trying to make, and the point you will stop at nothing until you prove it.
Your determination was strong, your body was strong. This is your fight and you will win it!

And at mere inches away, a loud "STOP" had silenced the whole battle field.

The beast had dissolved into dust and you were just left in the dirt as the battlefield dissolved too.

...Time skip...

Your dads stood in visible defeat, but they were content that you had made your decision.
"Just know, (y/n). Your dad and I still love you and no matter what, you're always going to be our little girl." Dice kissed your forehead and scruffed your (h/c) hair.
"I know dad. I love you both too."
You hug them both.

"Oh mY little girl is growing up!" He cries.
"It's not like she's leaving, Dice." Devil rolled his eyes.

Suddenly a chilling breeze picked up which made you realize you were still in your underwear.
"Uh, looks like I need to put something on."
"That dress would of worked nice for this occasion." You sighed, almost sarcastically.

End