I had a dream that they were making a killjoys movie called Dead! and the way brothers, Ray, and Frank were all starring in it as their killjoy identities (i.e. jet star, party poison, kobra kid and fun ghoul) and it took place in battery city during the danger days but then I woke up and now I'm sad and I'm even more sad bc they ran out of The True Lives of the Fabulous Killjoys when I went to buy it and my favorite Starbucks drink. This is all making me so sad

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Daddy has been gone for a total of five minutes. I'm bored. What am I supposed to do now? Well, I guess I could color to pass the time. I went into Frank's office to get some papers and markers. I sat in his chair and looked at the papers that littered the desk. They all had a lot of numbers on them and some had the word 'OVERDUE' in big, bold red letters.

I pushed the boring papers aside and pulled out the plain white sheets of paper and a box of fancy prismacolor markers that Frank had bought me when he found out I was into art. I began to draw a little cat that was sitting atop a tree. Then I drew a castle. Then I drew Frank and I. Then I got bored of drawing.

I sighed and leaned back in the chair, wondering what I could do next. I could watch cartoons or have a tea party or play with my toys. Daddy wouldn't be home for a little while so I had to entertain myself. So I pulled out my phone and sent him a text.

G: I miss you

G: Plz come home

G: Daddy

F: I can't talk right now, baby boy, why don't you draw me a pretty picture?

I sighed and put my phone away. I already did that. I guess cartoons it is. I sat on the couch in the living room, watching old reruns of Invader Zim. They were funny, but I was beginning to grow restless. I laid down on the couch, the sat upside down, then leaned backwards over the armrest. Eventually I just slumped down onto the ground.

The clock said that Frank has been gone for three hours now. My bedtime wasn't still for another four hours. I hummed, getting up and wandering through the house, jumping on beds and opening and closing drawers. I made my way into the kitchen. My stomach growled as I opened the freezer and saw a tub of chocolate ice cream. My eyes went wide and I smiled. I bit my lip and looked at the stove where the dinner Frank made me was.

He didn't technically say I had to eat that. He only said to pour myself a bowl of this. And this carton of ice cream is kind of like a bowl. Besides, he never said I couldn't eat the ice cream. So technically I'm only doing what daddy told me to do. I smiled and pulled out the full tub of ice cream and grabbed a spoon. I sat on the couch and put on Cinderella because that was one of my favorite movies.

The ice cream tasted so good! That is, until I had finished the whole thing. My tummy hurt. I whined, holding my stomach as I rolled over on the couch. My tummy felt so sick. I whimpered, tears forming in my eyes. I groaned and rolled onto my back, clutching my tummy.

I laid in agony for a while until I heard keys in the door. I gasped, hurrying upstairs. I quickly changed into panties and a large shirt then dove under the covers of the bed. It was a little past ten thirty at this point.

There were footsteps on the stairs and I closed my eyes, pretending to be asleep. The door creaked open and the footsteps came closer. I stayed still, knowing id get in trouble if he knew I was awake.

"Gee?" Frank asked. "Why is all of the macaroni and cheese still on the stove?"

Oh no.

"And why is there an empty tub of ice cream on the coffee table?" Frank asked.

I bit my lip but he didn't move from beside the bed, letting me know that he knew I was awake. I slowly turned to face him guiltily.

"Daddy, my tummy hurts," I cried.

His face softened as he sat on the bed, a hand rubbing my tummy soothingly.

"Did you eat all the ice cream?" Frank asked.

I whimpered. "I'm sorry, daddy. But my tummy is all achey."

"Here, let's go make you some tea to help you feel better," Frank suggested.

I groaned as we walked downstairs and I sat into one of the seats at the counter. Frank began to make the tea.

"Daddy, I missed you," I said quietly.

He walked over and kissed my forehead.

"Did the meeting go okay?" I asked.

"It went fine," Frank replied.

I bit my lip, knowing that daddy was in a bad mood.

"Daddy, what aren't you telling me?" I asked. "Why do you get so upset when I wander?"

Frank didn't say anything as he finished up the tea.

"Daddy?" I whined.

"No more questions or else you're going to time out," Frank warned.

I instantly shut my mouth. Frank poured the tea into a cup and handed it to me, sitting on the stool beside me. I began to feel better after drinking the tea and my tummy hurt less. Frank was mostly lost in thought, a seeming distressed look on his face. When he saw I was finished he put my cup in the sink.

"C'mon now, off to bed," Frank said.

I followed him up the stairs as he stopped in front of one of the guest bedrooms.

"Your punishment is that you're sleeping in here tonight," he stated.

I whimpered. I was wondering why he wasn't giving me a punishment. He opened the door and stepped in while I sadly followed.

"I'll tuck you in, but you have to stay in here until I get you in the morning," Frank said.

I laid down as he fixed the blanket over me.

"Daddy, can I please have a stuffie?" I asked, giving him a puppy dog look.

"Fine, but just this once," Frank allowed.

He got up to grab it and came back with Pippi in his arms. I cuddled her to my chest. He started to walk out but my voice stopped him.

"Daddy, can you tell me a bedtime story?" I asked.

He flicked off the lights and shut the door as he walked out. I looked around at the big, dark room. I've grown so used to sleeping with Frank, it was scary being on my own now.

"It's okay, Pippi," I whispered, stroking her head softly. "Only a little bit in here and then Daddy's gonna come get us as soon as the sun is up."

I heard Frank's office door open and close as he went in there to work. Why is daddy working so much? I left my drawings in there, maybe he'll see them and be happier. Daddy seems so sad and that makes me sad.

There was a creak and I jumped, sitting up straight. Outside the window showed the billowing trees, pushed around from the strong wind. I held Pippi tight in my arms.

"It's okay, Pippi, it's only the wind, there's no need to be scared," I whispered.

I laid back down and tried to close my eyes to sleep. I stayed like that for a couple hours, jumping at the smallest sounds. At three in the morning I heard Frank's office door open and close again. His footsteps came up the stairs and stopped outside my door. I closed my eyes, pretending to be asleep as he opened it to check on me before closing it again and walking down the hall.

I wanted to follow him and crawl into our bed with him but I knew I would get into more trouble. I don't like sleeping alone. I much prefer daddy's cuddles and kisses. I closed my eyes, trying to fall asleep. And in twenty minutes I did drift off.

-+-

"Good morning, Sleeping Beauty," Frank's gently voice cooed, softly caressing my cheek.

I groaned, turning and burying my face in the pillow.

"It's time to wake up, Princess," he said.

I rolled over onto my back and looked at him through bleary eyes. I pressed a finger to his lips.

"Shush, daddy, I'm sleepy," I muttered.

Frank laughed as my finger dropped back down. He went under the blankets and pulled me into my arms.

"You took your punishment so well, I'm so proud of you," he praised. "My brave little boy."

I smiled against his chest. We stayed like that for a little while until I fell asleep in his arms once again. An hour later and Frank woke me up again.

"Come on, baby, you need a bath," Frank said.

I shook my head, snuggling deeper under the warm blankets against his chest. He lifted me into a sitting position and I whined in protest.

"Let's go, Princess," Frank said. "Then after I'll make breakfast and we can watch a movie or something."

I sighed, standing up to my feet. We went downstairs where he made omelets. He poured me apple juice in my sippy cup and we sat together at the table.

"Did you see the pictures I drew, daddy?" I asked.

"I did, they were so pretty," Frank said. "I hung them up on the walls of my office."

He looked tired. There was bags under his eyes and his skin was paler than usual. He sighed, poking at his food with his fork. Frank caught me watching him and gave me a smile.

"What's up, beautiful?" He asked.

"Are you okay, daddy?" I asked.

"I'm fine," Frank said, sending me a smile.

"Daddy, you told me it was bad to lie," I pouted.

"I'm not lying, sweetheart," he said, reaching over and holding my hand across the table.

His eyes look sad. I don't like seeing his eyes look sad. I moved around the table and straddled his hips. I nuzzled his neck, kissing his scorpion tattoo.

"I can make you feel happier, daddy," I whispered.

I pulled back and saw a genuine smile on his face this time.

"Well, there is something that I've always wanted to try," he said.

I gave him a smile, looking at him with my wide, innocent eyes.

"I'm all yours, daddy."