•Mercy's point of view•

Alright, here's the summary of the past seven years:

Jeff and Fae got married, it was a beautiful wedding, they adopted Calypso the same day. They now have their own little cottage and a business attached where Fae heals injured animals and demons. Jeff works for Aziraphale at the bookshop.

Dad and Pops have renovated most of the house and Dad now owns a theater and club. Pops still works for IMP and makes a lot of money every month by racking up the assassinations singlehandedly.

I'm sixteen now and I'm dating a boy named Troy Richars, a dark-skinned voodoo doll demon.

Stitches, now fifteen, has yet to get top surgery, but he's been on T for about two years because Jeff is too nice to him and took him to get his first shot at the age of thirteen. He'd been on hormone blockers before that. He is almost completely male-passing with the exception of him blatantly refusing to pack or bind(he's subtly telling Dad that he wants the surgeries so that Dad doesn't forget and he's been mistaken for a transwoman at least once in my memory).

Jackson is going through his own personal gender crisis. Sam is vibing, but we found out when the triplets were five that he had super strength. Aubrey has become a bitchy diva in our house, rivaling with Stitches and Pops. Dad's just trying to put up with all of us.

The triplets are now nine.

Calypso remains hopelessly single and has sank into a depression. She has learned that she can see outcomes of certain actions and can breathe fire.

Now that we're caught up on the family drama, let's get back into the story, shall we?

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"So...babe, are you free tonight?" Troy asked.

"I'd have to consult my mother hen. He is very protective." I laughed. "What, are you planning a date? I'd be happy to go, but I'm not changing out of my ugly sweater or my mushroom overalls."

"That's fine." Troy laughed softly, running his fingers through my hair.

"You know you have to put them back in the braids now that you've taken them out, right?" I said, complaining mildly about my long wild hair being down.

"I know, M." Troy told me.

Stitches and Calypso watched me and Troy from across the room, Stitches's eyes full of concern and distrust and Calypso's eyes full of yearning and sadness. They were speaking in hushed tones before they realized I was watching.

Stitches turned invisible and Calypso teleported away after one last longing look in my direction.

I wonder what that was about.

Little did I know that my life was going to alter drastically after our date.

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I went out with Troy that night after Dad reluctantly agreed to let me go out as long as I was back by dawn for school.

We went out to the Olive Garden and ate before heading to Troy's place to mess around.

"Wanna do the do?" Troy asked with a crooked smile I couldn't say no to.

"Sure." I agreed and started to strip down. He did the same and I laid back on the bed. I'd done this with him before, so it was familiar to me, but I don't understand why he would want to do it with me. I'm a chubby teenage girl with sight issues and a general dislike for how my hair behaves.

"Ready, baby?" He asked, his eight pupils blown wide in his two eyes.

"Yeah. Go." I said.

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After we did that, I had to pretend he hit the clit. Sex was not as fun as one would expect, but he did cum in me and I attempted to get it all out. We laid together in bed, him snoring slightly and me afraid that he had gotten me pregnant.

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"There you are, Mercy. I thought you wouldn't make it in time for sunrise." Stitches said with relief as I closed the door behind me.

"Ehhhh..."

"He's not good for you, sis. You're a sweetheart and he's a complete asshole." Stitches told me earnestly.

"How do you know what he is? You're not the one dating him." I snapped.

"Did he tell you that he fucked that girl who works at the Clubs Pizzeria? That he's been dating her and you're just a side bitch? Huh? Invisibility, remember. I follow him around sometimes." Stitches told me.

"He wouldn't."

"He would. And did. He's the man slut of the school." Stitches sighed, pulling up his camera roll and showing me pictures of him on dates with several different girls, all during the time I've been dating him.

"Oh my God. Oh shit." I said, covering my mouth.

"Do you want me to kill him?" My brother asked softly.

"No, I'm going to give him another chance. Before I do, however, I want you to ruin his relationships with all those girls. You can do that, right?" I asked him.

"Oh hell yes, you know it, queen. I'm their gay best friend, I can fuck him up and make him only yours. Just watch." Stitches said, taking on that Stereotypical Gay Man Voice(TM) as he made a group chat with all of the other females that Troy was with at the same time as me, labeling it with "The Cheated-On by Troy Richars Club (and Stitches)".

I heard my phone ding and I pulled it out of my pocket. Eight girls other than me all started typing all at once.

Trisha: what the fuck is going on?

Annabell: what is this?

Mailie: wat

Kit: idk wtf this is but y am i here

Claire: 😳😡😨😤👺

Judy: I know I don't belong here, Troy didn't cheat on me?

Stitches: oh, queens, i have some boiling hot tea to spill about your "boyfriend"

Felicity: HE DIDN'T.

Stitches: oh, he did. i have pictures to prove it.

Samantha: THAT SHITBAG IS GOING TO DIE.

Me: Yeah, um, he deserves it, but please don't kill him. I started dating him first and apparently I've been demoted to side bitch.

Laurel: when did you start dating him?

Me: Last year.

Laurel: well, he's still yours in my opinion. did you do the do?

Me: Yeah, why?

Laurel: well, then you're most likely pregnant. he doesn't like to wear a condom.

Samantha: He got most all of us pregnant at one point, but paid us to get abortions. I'm regretting getting rid of mine.

Felicity: yeah, pls don't get rid of it, no matter how much he pays you or threatens you unless you wanna do it.

Claire: yeah i wanted that baby and my mom wanted me to keep it but he made me do it 😭

Trisha: aw, sis.

Stitches: so, who's keeping the bag of shit?

Trisha: mercy.

Annabell: mercy.

Mailie: mercy

Kit: definitely mercy

Claire: mercy love you the most you can have him 😘

Judy: I wasn't dating him, I was hired as a prostitute, but Mercy can have him.

Felicity: mercy.

Samantha: I think we all agree. Unless Laurel wants to disagree.

Laurel: I literally said that Troy was still Mercy's.

Stitches: now that that's settled, when we meeting for coffee?

"Done and done. Love you the most, sis." Stitches said, kissing me on cheek before wandering away to hunt down clothes for the day.