Child! Cupid x child! Reader x child! Amour.

Thx for the request hun! Helps a lot!

Warning: blood and violence, cops involved.

You had a friend names Cupid, you two were always close ever since he befriended you in kindergarten.

You were awkward and shy, while he was the opposite! He was very nice to you, he'd even give you a heart cookie with pink icing from time to time.

Or there would be one on your desk whenever he wasn't there.

One day, you went to spend the night at his house for a sleepover, his mom wasn't what you expected, but she was a nice lady regardless.

Her name was Mama Creator, she was human like you were, her hair was short. But, on top of her head, parting her hair she had small horns.

She wrote a lot.

Cupid greeted you with a hug when you came up to his room, his room was decked out in Valentines day decorations! It looked like a party!

"So what should we do first?" You asked him after sitting on his bouncy bed.

Cupid shrugged his shoulders. "Anything you want! Ooh! Let's use my new crayon set! Its full of lots of pretty colors!"

You smiled when he tossed the box in your lap, they were glitter crayons. He handed you another box full of stickers.

He hopped on the bed with paper in his hands. "Do you like to draw? I do its so relaxing!"

"Yeah! I draw for my Grandma all the time!" You replied taking a piece of paper from him.

While you both drew your random creations, Cupid would look at you from time to time, muttering things to himself.

You sneaked a peek at his drawing from the corner of your eye, on his paper was a stick figure laying in a red puddle, a sharp thing in its side.

There was another figure next to it without a head...

"Cupid? Did you watch a scary movie?" You ask tapping his shoulder.

He snapped his crayon in half, he gripped the side of his head. "Owww... Y/n i-" He put a hand under his nose cupping the blood. "I.. I- I gotta go to the bathroom!" He yelled and ran out of the room.

"I hope he's okay, his nose was bleeding." You mumble to your stuffed doll that sat across from you.

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Creator had called you down to dinner, you ran out of Cupids room ready for pizza! But you walked passed the bathroom..

You stopped when you could hear Cupid talking to himself.. And there was another voice? You shrugged your shoulders and went down the stairs.

You and Creator were eating your pizza, when she looked at you. "Y/n, were is Cupid?"

"He's in the bathroom, he got a nosebleed!" You reply taking another bite.

She sighs and stands, walking over to a cabinet and taking out a weird bottle with words on it.

"I'll be right back..." She says and walks out of the kitchen.

You sat alone with your pizza, humming to yourself when suddenly you heard glass break.

"What was that?" You yell, hopping off the stool making your way into the living room.

Creator walked down the stairs carrying Cupid in her arms, he was crying and holding his head again, blood ran down his face.

"Cupid! What happened!?" You ask running to his side, trying to reach for him.

"Y/n, he'll be fine. Please stay in the living room, I have to make sure he doesn't hurt himself any more than he already has.."

You sadly nod your head and sit on the couch, fiddling with your fingers.

~~~{with cupid}~~~~

Creator sat him on the kitchen counter, cleaning out the wound, his forehead had a large crack from when he slammed his head into the mirror.

"Shh, baby it'll be alright." She tells him, gently taking out the glass shards.

Cupid cries at the pain, his face turning red from crying so hard.

After cleaning the wound, Creator wrapped a while bandage around his head, taping it with medical tape so it wouldn't fall off.

She kissed his forehead. "Are you alright honey?"

Cupid sniffles wiping his tears away. "Y-yes I'll be okay.. I'm sorry- I couldn't fight him-''

"Shh.. Enough about him. Take your medicine and you won't have to worry about him. Then you and y/n can play outside."

The angel nodded and took his small pill then he drank a little bit of water.

She watched him go outside with you, she stared down at the cuts on her hands.

That didn't come from the glass..

She looked at the stained tool in the sink, she let out a shaky breath.

This cannot happen again..

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~~~{normal POV}~~~~

That sleepover had been a year ago, you were now nine years old.

Cupid was ten.

He acted a little different at his birthday party though.. Constantly observing the knife that was used to cut the cake.

He didn't eat much either..

He saw you talking with a group of friends, two boys to be exact.

And he didn't like that. 

Do it, I know you want too.

Cupid shook his head. "No, shes just talking with friends.. Its nothing more.."

Are you sure about that? Look at how close their getting, and that one is holding her hand. That should be you.. Not them.

Cupid shook his head again. "Stop it! I don't want to hurt anyone!"

Aww, that's cute. Don't you remember what happened last time when you didn't listen to me!?

Cupid's hand moved without him doing it, it ran across the tiny crack.

"Y-yes.."

I can do much worse than that... Do it! She's your friend! Not anyone else! She's the only good thing you've got! Do you want them to take her away!?

"N-no, but I don't want to hurt anyone! She can have more friends its not like I own her! She's a free person!"

Not anymore birthday boy.

Cupid felt his body become numb as he took over.

His body moved without him doing it..

He walked over to the cake table, taking the knife out of the cake, slowly walking over to you and your friends.

You were laughing with them not even noticing the skele-pixie behind you.

Cupid cried inside at his actions.. He couldn't do anything anymore!

Cupid stabbed the knife into the blond boy's throat, blood had sprayed on you and him.

The boy next to you screamed when Cupid tackled him to the ground, sitting on top of him and stabbing him in the chest over and over.

Many party guests screamed and ran out of the backyard holding their kid's.

Others screamed for help.

You screamed in fear, you ran from your friend and hid behind creator's legs, you cried into her knees.

She stood there in shock.

Then, the police ran in and tackled Cupid down, kicking the knife away from him, hand cuffs held his arms back.

He just sat there without emotion, his eyes pale a sadistic smile rised on his face, making him look insane.

Cupid winked at you while the police took him out of the backyard and into a squad car.

Creator picked you up, she was crying as well. "This is my fault.. I should have know those damn pills didn't work!"

You didn't understand what she meant, and you cried into her chest, police sirens ringing in your ears.

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That traumatic experience had happened seven years ago.

You still had to see a therapist now and then about your nightmares.

You laid in your bed, your hand running through your hair. Thoughts ran through your mind.

Old memories.. The good times.. And the bad ones..

You shook your head and left your room, going into your dark kitchen, the only light came from the fridge.

You huffed not finding anything appealing.. You then felt arms wrap around your waist.

A hand was over your mouth.

You gasped in fear as the voice brought back unwanted memories.

"Its playtime y/n."