Mom is a friend of everyone but not of her own child.

If mom can be a friend to everybody, why not to me?

Get Off My Back, Jack - Bad Child (First Fight, 1974)

"My family always said i was the bad child"

"Throwing me away into the bad pile"

"All my life been putting on a fake smile"

"Sitting on my own feel like i'm exiled"

"Feeling like i always do the wrong things"

"Telling all their friends that i'm the bad kid"

"Now i'm on my own i lost my magic"

PAYBACK

Epic(9),sneaking into his mothers alcohol cabinet:"what i am about to do is called a 'pogchamp moment'"

Narrator:"Epic then did something that resulted in him puking and being bedridden for a day."

Crocodile finds a strange stray cat an 11-year old Nico Robin (AU where they met 13 years earlier. Robin's been on the run from the World Government for 3 years. Crocodile's 27 and has not set up base in Alabasta yet)

It seems like I have become possessed. By some sort of demon.

Bonus:

Anyone else remember those Undertale Bad Child GCMVs?

I came across a Bad Child edit audio and made an AU of that

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Your typical bad child AU but Sans + allies dissappear into the ruins after Tori moves out. Takes a part of Frisk's soul so they can't reset, and Sans, the new gaurdian of the ruins, kills any human who falls, and drives out almost any monster who tries to come in

Nickname: BC

Aware of the multiverse: No

If he was aware: Neutral, doesn't like the Bads or the Stars all too much

-Hates humans

-Protective of Papyrus's

-Has lost faith in the people of his AU

"People will tell that you're a child of a mad person.", said mom and her poisonous tongue.

"Well, actually , I am, Mom, I am!"

I only shouted those things inside me even I wanted to do so on her face.

Ezay - Bad Child (First Fight, 1974)

Bad Child: pt 1 (TW!)

I accept this title. In the eyes of my parents, I have and always will be the bad child. I was always told by them that they should have forfeited the whiskey and bought condoms instead. My name growing up was hardly ever my legal name, "Dumbass" was what I was referred to. I was never physically abused, but emotionally and mentally I was. Neglected? Absolutely. They didn't believe me when I said I couldn't see or that my chest hurt constantly, and so it took until adulthood for me to be diagnosed with a degenerative eye disease and a serious heart condition. I can remember times I was forbidden from clothes and forced to wear one outfit for weeks at a time, leading to my being bullied in school, which was still a sanctuary for me compared to my own home. Crying wasn't allowed. Being mad wasn't allowed. Being anything other than happy wasn't allowed because, to them, as long as they weren't beating the hell out of me, they were winning at this whole parenthood thing.

Dad was a drug user and dealer and seriously addicted to gambling. We moved a lot because he either pissed off the wrong person or he lost all of our rent money at the poker table. I can remember a period of time he bet what was suppose to be money for our utilities. He lost and we were without power and water for weeks. No showers and canned beans for dinner. It was my job to bag up their literal shit and throw it out. It was my job to walk a few miles up the road with empty milk gallons and fill it them with water from the gas station. I was 11.

Mom, well she's the type to stand by her man no matter the situation. The Bible says the order of obedience is God first, spouse, and then children after all. That's what she would tell me anyways. She smiled always and told us we were loved. Shit's hard to believe when I was constantly being ridiculed and humiliated by one parent and the other was never brave enough to say "this is not okay." She did try to leave once, I was 6 I think. She came into my bedroom late one night, crying, having just had a brawl with my father. She had me hide the car keys and begged me not to tell him where they were, no matter what he did or said. As I typed that last bit out, I realize she wasn't trying to leave, she was trying to get him to stay.

I began self harming around 12 years old. When they found out, their response was to lock me in my room. They didn't believe in mental health or therapy after all. Needless to say we didn't discuss it. Or much of anything that really mattered. I grew into a rebellious teen. Drugs became an escape. And after my accidental overdose, I was court ordered to a facility. I loved it there.

That's weird right? That someone could find happiness locked up? But I did. I may have only been permitted to stand in the sun an hour a week, living with a bunch of other fked up detoxing teenagers, but it quickly became home. My dad stopped talking to me. I was "seeking attention" and "making him look bad." My mom wrote to me in the beginning. She even came and saw me for a home visit. Only I wasn't allowed to go home. Dad said no. So we had lunch at a park nearby before she sent me back.

I was there for 10 months. 4 months longer than what I was suppose to be because my parents temporarily lost custody of me. They refused to take part in individual or family therapy. They never called. Mom stopped writing and ignored every home visit I was allowed. They essentially gave up one me, so a Judge ordered me to stay despite having completed my treatment until my parents decided I could come home again. I was 16.

And shit only got worse from there...but wtfe, right? At the time, I thought every lived the way I did. I thought everything was completely normal.

Ares saying he hates his own kids and the worst day of the year is when they visit him makes my heart break for Clarisse more. Clarisse fights so hard for scraps of her father’s attention and Ares sees her as just another nuisance. He doesn’t care about her unless she’s able to serve him. But Clarisse (like Annabeth) thinks she just has to work harder for him to love her. In her mind, it’s all her fault. Which is why she is so angry when little punk Percy strolls in at twelve years old, no training and unclaimed, and immediately defeats the minotaur. In three days hes already got the gods attention and his father claimed him. Of course she’s angry.

Luke being given a quest at 17, feeling like there's no glory in it because it's a quest someone's already succeeded before, but then failing that very quest he considered to be beneath him, getting a permanent scar, "ruining it" for the rest of the campers because now no one else can go on quests and earn glory in the eyes of the gods, so he turns to Kronos, and years later here comes a possible candidate for the great prophecy, 12 years old, gets the first quest the camp has done since Luke's fucked it up, and Luke is actively ensuring this quest is an impossible quest!! he's literally rigged it so Percy's gonna fail (the shoes, the bolt appearing in his bag) and then this kid somehow succeeds still??? and not only that, Percy got the unique quest Luke wanted in the first place and achieved feats no one else had and earned glory in the eyes of his father, all because Luke created the circumstances for that to happen??

oh my god yeah I don't think I'd ever recover from that either

Tones and I, Bad Child cover but with drums

The actual lore in FNAF ultimate custom night