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littlelambscandyland · 16 days ago

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Their Little Sister

Yandere!Cg!Jerome Valeska x PermaReggressor!Reader, Yandere!Cg!Jeremiah Valeska x PermaReggressor!Reader

Notes- Perma Regression is a form of involuntary regression that is permanent, often this is caused by severe trauma at an early age. In this story the reader is permanently regressed to around 6 years old.

Warnings- Canon typical violence, Reader is the twins biological sister, Childhood Trauma, Manipulation, Use of Y/n, Second Person Pov

The noise in the station rang loud in your ears. You followed the policeman through the noisy precinct into a quiet room in the back. A pout sat on your lips as you waited in the darkened lights in front of the big mirror. It wasn’t until a new man walked through the door you let up on the pout you were sending to your reflection.

You know the man. His name was Jim. You’d met him once, though you can’t remember when you remember why. Last time you saw the detective was when he sent you to live with your current “caretaker”. The best decision that was ever made for you was being placed into Naomi’s care. Although you were made aware later it was the kind doctor lady who told him it was the safest option. Lee, was her name if you remembered right. You never were told, however, what happened to your mother and brother.

Maybe that’s why they brought you back? You could finally see your brother again, then again they said he was in trouble so, maybe not… You don’t care much for your mom. She wasn’t around much and when she was she was always screaming. You doubt she’d change, ever.

“Y/n…” A voice pulls you out. Jim’s voice.

You hum in response. A smile grows at the recognition. Slightly proud of yourself for remembering so well.

“Did anyone tell you why you’re here?” He asks while he sits down.

You shake your head in response.

“Do you, uh, remember who I am?” He asks nervously.

Why would that make him hesitate? Of course you remember. You're a big girl, you can do that much.

“Uh huh, I remember you.” You reply nodding enthusiastically. “Is the lady doctor still here too?” You ask kindly.

He raises his brows. “Lee?” You nod. “Yeah, she’s still here… You don’t watch the news do you, Y/n?”

“Nuh uh,” You answer. “Miss Naomi says I shouldn’t do that.”

“Right.” He smiles strangely before it falls again. “Have you seen Miss Naomi today?”

You tilt your head in confusion. Now that you think about it, you hadn’t seen her today. She went out for groceries and the next person you saw was the nice cop guy at the door. Was she okay? Did she get in trouble like Jerome did?

“Have you seen her?” Jim pushes again.

A pout grows on your lips again. “No, sir. Not after she left this morning…”

“Have you seen either of your brothers?” He asks suddenly.

Brothers? Brothers… Right… You have another brother too… What was his name? Your big brothers Jerome and, and, Jeremiah... He was always the calm one. Jerome made the jokes while Jeremiah patched you up. Jeremiah made puzzles and Jerome made the stages. Jeremiah was methodical and mean. Jerome was quick and cruel.

But. You haven’t seen either in years. Miah, a lot longer than Romie.

“Y/n. This is important. Have you seen or spoken to Jerome or Jeremiah?” Jim asks strictly.

“ ‘s been a really long time.” You whisper.

He stares. “How long?”

“Miah’s been gone a while when we still lived with momma… Haven’t seen Romie since he got in trouble… Are they okay?” Confusion and fear held clear on your face.

“They’re fine.” Jim says. He sounds angry. He looks at you for a moment. “I don’t think you’re safe.”

“Why not?” Your brows furrow.

“Your brothers are,” He hesitates, trying to find the words. “Dangerous.”

“Dangerous…” You drag on.

“I think they might hurt you.” He says.

“No they won’t.” You state, factually.

No, they protected you. They could get really angry, but they never hurt you, not like mom did. Break things, scream, but never hurt. Jeremiah patched you up so many times, and Jerome held you as you cried so many nights. Why did he think your older brothers would hurt you?

Before your conversation could continue the detective's phone rang. He left you with a simple command and a point of his finger. “Don’t move.”

So, you sat once again unmoving in the little, dimly lit room. You sat for a few moments before a visceral noise hit your ears. You hadn’t heard someone scream the way these people had since you were in the circus. What were they doing out there? You’d go look, but the detective seemed real serious about you not leaving.

So, you’ll wait. And wait. And wait. And, oh god, how long is this going to take? Isn't it enough they took you away from home, but now they’re gonna make you wait? You were going to surprise Naomi with your very own comic when she got home, and now the surprise isn’t going to be finished. She’s probably already seen it. Those big jerks. Except Jim, he at least came to talk to you for a little bit.

Oh well. These things never really go as planned. She’s gonna love it anyways, you’re sure of it.

It wasn’t much longer till you started “exploring” the small room. Your exploring mostly consisted of knocking on the mirror hoping for a response. One knock, nothing. Two knocks, nothing. A sigh, three knocks, nothing. It kinda reminded you of when mom would lock you out of the trailer at the circus.

Four knocks, a fun little pattern, and… Two knocks back. You didn’t mean to, but you jumped a bit at the response. Someone finally answered, you. You knock back with the other person's pattern. A giggle-like squeal escapes you when a very noisy pattern knocks back. This game is much more fun when someone responds! You try to recreate the pattern, but discover you don’t quite have enough hands.

“Well, I guess you beat me.” You smile at the glass.

The knocking stopped and you traveled back to the seat you were in before, and you continued waiting.

Suddenly, you heard the pattern again, but this time it was from the door. You shot your head to the door. You thought about playing again, but what if it was Jim? What if it was a test like momma used to do? The ones where she’d wrap her hands around your neck when you failed. “Don’t knock on the doors, Y/n.” She’d tell you as you laid on the ground when she wasn’t angry anymore. When she wasn’t disappointed in you failing anymore.

You waited patiently, not really, for the door to peel open. When it finally did the door blocked the person in the doorway.

“Hello~” The man called out.

His voice was both gravely and high pitched. A part of you felt comforted by the sound. Another part felt frightened by his loud presence. Other noises could be heard from beyond the door. Screams and loud bangs surrounded the halls. It was discomforting and alluring…

When the man crept into the room finally you noticed how he bent his tall form down slightly. Like he was prepared for something bad. He didn’t look right at you as he was busy listening to the whispering voice still hiding behind the door frame.

“Hi!” You called out wanting the man to face you. “I’m Y/n. What’s your name?” Smile on the edge of your seat.

It’s been a while since you’ve met someone new. Naomi always said it wasn’t a good idea for you.

When the ginger turned on his heel to face you, you saw his face light up. Such a familiar face…

“Hello, Doll~” He said with a grin.

His eyes were lit with mischief, with love, and something you just couldn’t understand. His face was scarred around the edges and around his eyes. His smile was permanent in the corners of his lips. He wore a tannish, yellow suit that had something red and sticky clinging to certain parts of the cloth.

His arms were out slightly like he was waiting for someone to throw themselves at him, which he wasn’t wrong, because the second you recognized him you were throwing yourselves into his arms.

A squeal left your lips. Was it really him? Your big brother was back. Was that why Jim brought you here? You couldn’t keep the smile from your lips. He smells like cookies and pennies. He’s so much different than you remember, but it was him. It was Jerome.

He picks you up and holds you in his arms. Your legs wrap around his hips and your arms around his neck.

“You came back!” You gleam.

“Ohoho! You thought you were rid of me for good huh? Well hate to break it to ya angel you’re stuck with me.” He says bouncing you lightly in his arms. Romie seems genuinely happy. It was so different than he used to be.

“So… You’re not in trouble anymore?” He’s back, so he’s not in time out anymore right?

He looks at you with a goofy face. Eyebrows down and a smile that mimicked a frown.

“Is that where they said I was?” Jerome asks. A darker look crosses his face. You nod. “Well, I’ll tell you a secret.” He lowers his voice and it gets more gravely. “They’re liars. They took you from me and lied to keep us separated.” His voice filled with hate.

“Why- why would they do that?” You ask, slightly frightened by what your big brother’s telling you.

His eyes narrow to the side as a loud ringing goes off outside the room. “Well it’s because they’re big meanies, duhh.” He says it in a way that makes you giggle. “Now,” Jerome says, setting you on the ground. “Let’s ditch this joint.”

A hum left your mouth. “Where’re we goin?”

“Home,” He smiles. “Obviously.”

Everything else went by in a flash. The loud men and the banging of the metal toys. Your big brothers hand wrapped yours up as he pulled you away from the chaos. The car drove fast down the road and Jerome laughed so much you were scared he’d stop breathing.

Eventually things calmed down. Jerome answered every question you had, although every answer made you feel slightly uneasy. Not towards him, of course, no, towards all those cruel people who separated your little family.

The car ride reminded you a bit about being in the circus. The long drive where only Romie was there to talk to.

When the two of you, and whoever was driving the car, got to where you were going Jerome helped you out. Looking around you were surrounded by trees. It’s been a while since you’ve been in such a pretty place. The two of you entered this big grey structure and you held his hand as he led you down a very long set of stairs, ignoring the buzzing noise that happened when the door closed.

At the end of the stairs you’re met with a hall. After a few twists and turns you caught on.

“It’s a maze!” You say with a shout and a grin.

Your big brother jumps from your sudden loud noise after so many minutes of silence.

“Geez! Blow your big bros eardrums out why dontcha.” He says with a fake pout as he wiggles his ear. “And uh duh. You know how Miah is with all his puzzles.” He says holding on to the “s”.

Jeremiah’s here? You were gonna see him too?

Laughter filled your chest and you started to bounce slightly. This was so exciting.

“We’re gonna see Miah!” You laugh out in glee.

“Yeah, yeah don’t sound so happy bout it, will ya.” Jerome says, but there's a smile beneath the petty comment.

They always did jab at each other.

“Why’re we taking so long we gotta go!” You say pulling Romie further down the hall.

It took only a little longer after you started pushing your brother to move faster. The door felt important once you finally stood in front of it.

Your excitement died a bit in your throat. Your younger mind hadn’t had the chance to doubt whether or not Jerome wanted to see you. He just showed back up and loved you, but this wasn’t the same. You had those few minutes and now standing at the door you were doubting yourself.

What if he had forgotten you as much as you had him? What if he doesn’t wanna see you again? What if he hates you?

You hold onto Jerome's hand when he goes to open the door effectively stopping him. He gives a gruff hum as he looks at you like you had two heads.

“What if he doesn’t want me ‘round?” You pout frightfully.

He bursts into a shrill laughter. It lasted only a few seconds and you didn’t understand why he was laughing. “You two have a lot in common, dontcha?” He laughs. “Believe me, Doll, if he didn’t want you here I wouldn’t have brought you here.”

He was right. Jerome would never lie to you, right? So, everything’s going to be fine. Miah and you are gonna get along just like before. Maybe even better! You and Jerome already are.

The ginger opens the door and once again you're faced with your long lost brother. The man didn’t even look up from his detailed papers. Does he like doodling too?

Jerome looked really different, but Jeremiah looked like a completely different person. His eyes were light green and held heavy focus. His skin was as white as the paper he held, and his dark green hair was combed back perfectly. He wore a purple suit, it was clean and pressed unlike Jerome’s that was now stained with dark red.

“I thought we agreed you would start knocking rather than just barging in.” His voice was smooth and monotone.

You wanted to jump at him. Hug him and not let go. You wanted to, but he sounded upset, annoyed.

“So sorry, your highness.” Jerome answered with a dramatic bow. “I thought you’d want to see what a cutie our little sister is.” This time he turns and pinches your cheeks causing you to squeak a bit.

The man straightened immediately. Did he forget Romie was bringing you home today?

When he turns to look at you his eyes lighten. He seems almost shocked or maybe relieved when he looks at you. It feels like he’s looking at something that you can’t see. You can’t help but shy away a bit from the solid stare.

It was like you both were assessing each other. Waiting and waiting for the next move. Jerome moved to another part of the large room, and you peel your eyes from Jeremiah to watch him throw himself onto a couch.

Looking back you wave slightly. “Hi.”

“Hello.” He responds simply.

“Y’look different.” You say quietly.

His stoic face broke slightly as you see a smile break through and fall away again.

You shuffle your feet. You had no idea what to say or do next. Jerome was always so open you knew exactly what to do. Jeremiah was always a wall and you really just wanted to hug him.

He hums. “Come here.”

You shoot your head up and walk over. A smile cracks through his face again. You look up at him expectantly.

Jeremiah lays his hand on your cheek softly. “What’re you doing?” You ask in a whisper.

“You’ve changed quite a bit yourself since we’ve last seen each other. I suppose I am just memorizing you again.” He says as if he himself was unsure.

“Oh.” You nod and breathe deeply. “Can I hug you?” You say looking at the floor.

He laughs… He laughed! Your head shoots up to look at his face and you can’t help but stare. Even back at the circus Miah didn’t really laugh, but here he was, a smile on his face. It was over almost as soon as it started, but you were completely thrown off by it.

“Would you like that?” He asks with an odd smile.

You nod quickly.

Your big brother hums again. He steps closer before pulling you to his chest. You can’t help the excited giggle as you wrap your arms as far around him as you could. He smelt like mint and pine. Jeremiah's arms held you harder than you expected.

“I missed you.” You whisper with your face buried in his suit.

It was true you always felt like something was missing. You always felt empty. You knew you were different. Naomi and Lee told you so. You understood that most people wouldn’t understand your way of thinking. That’s why you always kept them in your heart, even if they weren’t on your mind.

It was true you’ve missed your big brothers so much.

“Of course you have.” Miah states factually.

“Of course she’s, what?” Romie calls from across the room.

You can feel the scoff that slips from Jeremiah’s lips and you giggle quietly to yourself.

“You do not need to be involved in everything.” The ex-ginger claims.

“So mean~ brother. Wouldn’t want to give a little sis the wrong idea would you.” Your other brother dares as he walks closer to the two of you.

Jerome pulls you away from your other brother. Jeremiah just glares back. You whine and look up at him with a pout.

Why would he do that? “Miah was warm…” You look at him doe eyed.

Romie screeches out a laugh. “Oh! You are just too cute!” He reaches out and squishes your face in his hands. “Isn’t she just adorable?” Romie says and holds you out to Miah.

“Shut up.” The other practically hisses. “Come here.” He says looking at you.

“Nope!” Jerome says, pulling you back into him instead. “All mine~” He grins.

“Romie, that's not fair!” You giggle out.

“And incredibly childish.” Jeremiah continues, grabbing your arm and lifting you into his own.

Jeremiah rests you on his hip. You can’t help but smile at the proximity. Your hands traced his suit, and you listen to the back and forth between the twins. Eventually the three of you moved to that couch in the corner of the room. The conversation bloomed and it was like you’d never been apart before.

It feels strange being here. It’s like a balloon full of confetti was being held over your head; you had no idea when it was going to pop or why it was even there. It was exciting and scary, yet you never felt more safe than you did tightly in the grasp of your big brothers.

If only you knew the truth…

Naomi’s body limp and unmoving a few rooms over. The cops that are mourning their colleagues. Jim is searching the cameras wondering why you would leave so willingly, did you really not know what they’ve done?

Of course Jerome and Jeremiah were in the best mood they’ve been in since teaming up. Their perfect little sister back in their grasp again. So many years without that perfect little mediator. A perfect buffer. The perfect balance for their chaos and gore was your sweetness and innocence. What a perfect scene it was; even if they wanted to tear each other apart they finally had you, their little sister.

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