What's a Sister?

(A Big Baby)
Posted originally on the Archive of Our Own at http://archiveofourown.org/works/62418862.

Rating: General Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Category: Gen
Fandom: Hololive (Virtual Streamers)
Relationships: Fuwawa Abyssgard & Mococo Abyssgard, Fuwawa Abyssgard & Mococo
Abyssgard & Koseki Bijou & Shiori Novella & Nerissa Ravencroft
Characters: Fuwawa Abyssgard, Mococo Abyssgard, Koseki Bijou, Shiori Novella,
Nerissa Ravencroft, Elizabeth Rose Bloodflame, Gigi Murin, Cecilia
Immergreen, Raora Panthera
Additional Tags: Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Big Sisters, Sisters, Family Fluff, Family Bonding,
Birthday, Alternative Perspective, Slight Headcanon, Headcanon, Slice of Life,
Comedy, Alternate Universe - Childhood Friends, Childhood, Hololive EN 3rd
Generation | HoloAdvent, Hololive English, Fluff and Humor, Tooth-Rotting
Fluff, Childhood Memories
Language: English
Stats: Published: 2025-01-22 Updated: 2025-02-10 Words: 20,754 Chapters: 10/?
 What's a Sister? (A Big Baby)
by NeoOmegav

Summary

Fuwawa Abyssgard is 5 years old (in demon dog years) where she gets some news that she doesn't
quite understand:

She is going to have a baby sister, but what's that?

AU: Fuwawa is a bit older than Mococo, Advent know each other since childhood.

Notes

My eight fanfic, and quite possibly my hardest work yet.

For the first time in my 4 years of writing, I'll write a fanfic without romance.

Or, well, perhaps not the traditional definition of it.

 The Demon Guard Puppy

What were you doing when you were a toddler?

Perhaps you don't remember, or perhaps you remember too well.

Fuwawa Abyssgard, that surname always making her proud even if she doesn't know the reason
quite well.

"I am a demon guard puppy, and soon, I'll be the gatekeeper of Heck!" She said often.

But she's still far too young to take the mantle, she's only five years old, still learning how to walk
properly, unable to eat by herself, but so adorable in her cute little dress.

Ah, it doesn't matter, it's not like anyone is going to take her role, demon guard dogs tend to be only
childs.

Let's begin!

(I wonder why Mama Puppy had to go to the Doctor...)

(Maybe she stayed up all night watching movies, hah...)

(What do you think, Mr Ruffian?)

Grabbing her plushie, she starts doing a very poor job of ventriloquism.

"MaYbE sHe AtE tOo MuCh CanDy"

"Yeah...that makes our tummy hurt..."

Fuwawa giggled, clutching Mr. Ruffian tightly as she lay sprawled out on the soft carpet of the
living room. The sunlight streamed in through the window, casting a warm glow on her as she
kicked her tiny legs. Mr. Ruffian's floppy ears drooped as she made him "speak" again.

"But mAyBe... iT's SoMeThInG GoOd?"

Fuwawa paused, tilting her head at the thought. Something good? Mama Puppy had been smiling a
lot lately, even when she wasn’t looking. And she had been humming that soft, sweet melody that
made Fuwawa feel all warm inside. Was it that good?

The big chair in the living room was far too big for her little frame, her legs swinging back and
forth, unable to reach the floor. The sunlight poured through the window, painting the room in
warm golden hues. It made the fur on Mr. Ruffian’s fabric shimmer slightly, as if he were really
thinking hard about her question.

"But good things don't happen on the Doctor's house..."

"There are needles there, and they're scary..."

Her puppy ears twitched, a sign of her distress. She wriggled in her seat, setting Mr. Ruffian down
beside her, and frowned.

Mama Puppy and Papa Puppy had left early that morning, telling her to be good and wait patiently.
But patiently was hard.

Being the gatekeeper of Heck meant always knowing things—why wasn’t anyone telling her
anything?

She slid off the chair and toddled toward the window, her little dress swishing around her knees.

Pressing her hands against the glass, she looked out at the vast, misty expanse of their world.

Somewhere out there, Mama Puppy was doing something important, something grown-up.

"But it was probably something bad..."

"They didn't wake me up to tell me..."

"They just left this sticky note...but I can't read anything except Mommy and Doctor..."

Fuwawa's breath fogged up the glass as she stared outside, her little brows furrowed in thought. She
held Mr. Ruffian close, squeezing him tightly as if he could magically give her all the answers. Her
floppy ears drooped slightly, mirroring her growing unease.

"Why didn't they wake me up?" she whispered softly. "I’m the gatekeeper of Heck... I’m supposed to
know everything."
She turned from the window, her tiny tail flicking in frustration. The room felt too quiet, too still, as
if it was waiting for something big to happen. She glanced over at Mr. Ruffian, now sitting in the
middle of the rug, looking just as puzzled as she felt.

"Maybe they think I’m too little to understand," she said aloud, plopping down beside him. "But
I’m not too little, right, Mr. Ruffian? I’m five! That’s practically grown up!"

In her mind, five years old was ancient—old enough to take on the world, or at least the mantle of
gatekeeping. She puffed out her cheeks, determination flickering in her big, round eyes.

She grabbed Mr. Ruffian again, holding him up to her face.

"Okay, let’s think. If it’s something bad, I’ll need to be brave. Brave like a real demon guard puppy!
But...but if it’s something good..." Her voice trailed off, and a small, hopeful smile tugged at her
lips.

Her imagination began to wander. What if Mama Puppy was bringing home a surprise? Like a new
shiny toy or a mountain of pon-de-rings?

Her tail wagged involuntarily at the thought, but then she quickly stopped herself. "No, no, what if
it’s needles? Or...or..." Her eyes widened. "What if they found a monster and it’s waiting for me to
fight it?!"

She gasped, clutching Mr. Ruffian like a shield. "I’ll have to protect the house! Mr. Ruffian, you
stand guard at the door! I’ll check the kitchen for snacks—we’ll need energy for this battle!"

With a newfound burst of energy, Fuwawa scrambled to her feet and scampered toward the kitchen,
her little dress fluttering behind her. But just as she reached the doorway, the sound of the front
door creaking open made her freeze in her tracks.

For two demon guard dogs, they sure are geeky.

One big round of applause for Mama Puppy and Papa Puppy, the silent protagonists of this story.

In their mid 20s, full of youth despite their firstborn, enjoyers of pop culture and everything that
comes with it, from movies to videogames, and everything in between.

Fuwawa: "Mommy, Daddy!"

"Welcome back home!"

Papa: "O-oh, sweetie...are you awake?"

"It's 9 AM...you should be getting a bit more rest..."

Fuwawa: "As a demon guard puppy, I have a good hearing, he-heh~"

"So I was woken up by the door!"

"...why did Mommy had to go to the dogtor?"

Mama: "...do you want to tell her, or should I?"

Papa Puppy chuckled nervously, scratching the back of his head. "You’re better at these kinds of
things," he said, stepping aside and motioning for Mama Puppy to take the lead.

Mama Puppy knelt down to Fuwawa’s level, her warm eyes meeting her daughter’s curious,
slightly worried gaze. She placed a gentle hand on Fuwawa’s head, smoothing her floppy ears.

Mama: "Sometimes, you don't need to be super sick to go to the Doctor..."

"Maybe you're just feeling something funny and you wanna know what it is."

"I was feeling a bit dizzy and fuzzy, I thought I had ate too much candy, he-heheheh..."

Fuwawa: "I knew it, Mr. Ruffian!"

"She had ate too much candy-"

Mama: "But it wasn't that."

"There are some other reasons as to why you may be feeling fuzzy..."

"In my case being...a baby in my tummy."

"Fuwawa...your daddy and I will have another baby."

"You'll be an older sister!"

 A...what?

A sister? What's that?

Fuwawa knew what a baby was, and she knew that she had been a baby once, that's for sure...

Nerissa always talks about her sisters, but she never mentions being an OLDER sister...

What's a sister? It's like...another mommy and daddy? or another Mr. Ruffian?

Papa Puppy's videogames never mentioned anything about a sister, and those games are super fun
and amazing!

Fuwawa: "An older sis...sister?"

Papa: "It's...actually kinda funny..."

"Abyssgards rarely have two children..."

And that's the catch.

If anything, Papa and Mama are as confused as Fuwawa is.

Fuwawa likes to bite stuff, likes to order her parents around whenever they're playing videogames
(even if she doesn't understand the content of the screen), and in general is as fun loving and cute as
an Abyssgard would be.

...but a second one?

What would be his or her personality? What would be his or her appereance?

...would she be nice?

Mama: "We'll learn along the way, as we have always had."

"But for now...Fuwa-chan..."

"Be happy that you'll have someone to help you protect the things you care about."

"A younger sibling!"

Hmmm...
 Is that what a sibling is? A partner, a teammate?

But if the sib...ling is a baby, then how will they protect the gates of heck?

Mama and Papa look pretty confused themselves, hah...

Fuwawa: "But babies don't know how to bark..."

"And I can't bau bau by myself!"

Papa: "You didn't know how to bark when you were a baby."

"But you grew up and suddenly you can do so much amazing stuff."

"The baby will need your help."

"I want you to be the guide and mentor of this new puppy."

Fuwawa's big, round eyes lit up as realization dawned. That made so much sense!

Sure, the baby would be small and helpless at first, but someday they’d grow up, and they’d be the
best gatekeeping duo Heck had ever seen!

She felt her little heart swell with pride and excitement. Protecting the gates of Heck was
important, sure, but protecting her new sibling? That was the most important job of all.

She ran here and there, talking to herself about her new "partner", and what will they do together.

There is a bit of anxiety in all three hearts, there is even a bit of emotion in the tiny heartbeat
slowly ringing inside Mama. But they'll do well.

However, she had been so excited by the words partner and guide, that she forgot to ask the
question that she wanted to ask.

"What's a sister?"
 The Great Archiver
Chapter Summary

Some days after the big reveal, Fuwawa realizes that Mama Puppy's tummy has started
growing, and it's quite interesting.

She knows exactly who will solve her doubts, the smartest person on the planet.

She's the leader, after all.

Chapter Notes

Let's keep it comedic for a while.

The first "arc" will probably last 9 chapters, to introduce all of Advent and Justice.

(I'll probably base Mama Puppy's pregnancy off real dogs, 70 day term.)

63 days until her baby sister is born, at least that's what Papa and Mama said.

And it's quite interesting to see it happen, Mama's belly is getting quite big, perhaps having a sister
inside makes her eat a lot?

Fuwawa asks and asks, but hey, they're quite novice in this too, cut them some slack.

Mr. Ruffian doesn't have any answers either, this situation is so so complicated, that only the most
genius and smart minds of the universe could answer her doubts.

Really, what's a sister? What would be the difference between a sister and other babies? What
should be her role as the "older sister"?

Will she have to give up her role as the future gatekeeper of Heck? Now that would be a shame.

But there is someone that always has all the answers, the smartest person in the world, no, the
smartest person in HISTORY!

Let's begin!

"DADDY! I need to go to a friend's house!"

"Could you take me?"

 .

During the ride, Fuwawa kicks her feet, as if this would make the ride faster.

She can solve problems as if it is nothing, she even has control of...THE INTERNET!

A supergenius, ultramegagenius like her surely knows how sisters work and why are they so
special.

Hrmmm...The car ride felt endless, despite only being a few minutes long. Fuwawa’s little legs
swung impatiently from her car seat as she stared out the window, the scenery rushing past. She
clutched Mr. Ruffian tightly, her mind swirling with questions about her soon-to-be sister.

"Are we there yet, are we there yet, are we there yet?"

"OH, THERE SHE IS!"

One big round of applause for Shiori Novella, the great archiver.

A quite weird fellow, someone that likes to go on and on with her rants until the point of
senselessness, someone that seems to have lost her sanity due to her knowledge.

Someone so interesting despite her youth...

8 years old, barely older than Fuwawa, a kid herself.

What's the difference then? What makes Fuwawa think of Shiori as the mastermind behind the
events of the world?

Well, besides the fact that she named herself LEADER of her group of friends...

It is that Shiori can READ, and for a toddler, that's like being God.

There she is, kicking rocks on the sidewalk besides her house.

Shiori: "Oh, Fuwawa!"

"'Sup."

"How's my favourite chihuahua doin'?"

Fuwawa: "I'm not a Chihuahua, I'm Fu-"

Shiori: "Yeah yeah, I know."

"Welcome to my casa!"

"What is that you need from your glorious leader?"

Fuwawa: "Oh, glorious leader!"

"I-I'm going to have a baby sister, and I have so many questions!"

Shiori: "...a baby sister?"

"What's that?"

Fuwawa froze.

Her eyes widened as she clutched Mr. Ruffian tighter. Of all the people in the universe—of all the
geniuses she could have turned to—how could Shiori not know what a baby sister was?

Fuwawa: "Wait, you don’t know what a sister is?"

Shiori tilted her head, her expression unbothered. "Well, I know what a sister is," she said,
crossing her arms. "I just don’t know what makes a baby sister different from, like, any other
baby. I mean, it’s still just a baby, right?"

Fuwawa's tail twitched in frustration. "But it’s not just a baby! She’s going to be my sister!
That’s...that’s gotta mean something super special, right?"

Shiori squatted down and started poking at the dirt with a stick, as if the answers to the universe
might be buried beneath the ground.

"Hmm... I guess it’s special because she’s related to you? Like, you’ll be stuck together
forever. Kind of like...me and my notebook."

"That’s not the same thing at all!" Fuwawa said, stomping her tiny foot. "A notebook isn’t a
person!"

Shiori shrugged, unbothered. "Hey, notebooks hold my secrets, and I’ll protect them forever.
Sounds kinda like a sister, doesn’t it?"

Fuwawa blinked. She hadn’t thought of it that way. "So... a sister is like a...secret-keeping
notebook?"
"Eh, maybe," Shiori said, standing up and dusting off her knees. "But you’re the one with all the
questions, so let’s figure this out. Come on."

"Where are we going?" Fuwawa asked, trotting after her as Shiori led the way to her backyard.

"To the Archives! If anyone has answers, it’s me!" Shiori declared, flinging open the rickety
door to her "research center," which was really just an old shed filled with books, papers, and
random trinkets she’d collected.

Fuwawa followed her inside, her eyes widening at the chaos. Stacks of books teetered precariously,
and colorful sticky notes were plastered everywhere. In the center of it all was Shiori’s prized
possession: a small laptop that she referred to as her "Portable Knowledge Engine."

Shiori plopped down in front of the laptop and started typing furiously, her tongue sticking out in
concentration. Fuwawa climbed onto a nearby crate, watching in awe.

"Alright," Shiori said, pulling up a search engine. "Let’s see what the internet has to say about
sisters..."

"A baby sister is a younger sibling who shares the same parents."

"Well, duh..."

"Skip the boring stuff!"

"Hey, reading is not boring, you'll learn it someday."

"Older siblings often feel a sense of responsibility to care for and protect their younger
siblings..."

"Probably means you'll have to get a job."

"But I haven't entered to school yet!"

"That's why you have to get a job, to get money and take care of your baby sister and go to
school."

"I'll be an archiver when I grow up, probably learn some forbidden knowledge or something
cool like that."

"But Mama Puppy and Papa Puppy already have money..."

 "Dang, you're right."

"Then I guess you'll just have to work in protecting your baby sis."

"Teach her how to do stuff like how to be brave, or how to share, or how to—"

"Fight monsters?"

"Or how to cause trouble, now that would be fun."

"B-but we would get in trouble with the other kids."

"Pfff, what is Elizabeth going to do to a baby? Nag her to sleep?"

"Mimimimi, don't grab the grapes off the supermarket, mimimimi, don't paint moustaches
on the faces of the monuments!"

"If anything, it would be kinda awesome to see Elizabeth losing to a baby."

Fuwawa giggled, her tail wagging at the thought.

"Elizabeth losing to a baby... That would be funny!"

"Your sister could become your ultimate secret weapon. No one will see it coming!"

"A sidekick!"

"...wait, are baby sisters supposed to be sidekicks?"

"Uhmm...probably?"

"if I had a baby sister, I would put her to work for me, that's for sure!"

"But let's check the internet..."

"Is...a...baby sister...supposed to be...your...sidekick...and do...funny stuff...together? Enter."

The laptop screen loaded slowly, the little spinning circle of doom testing Fuwawa’s patience. She
leaned closer, her wide eyes glued to the screen.

Finally, the search results appeared.

Shiori squinted at the text, her finger scrolling down.

"Alright, here we go... "

"A baby sister can often be seen as a lifelong friend, a companion for adventures, and
someone to share secrets with. Many older siblings enjoy playing with their younger siblings,
teaching them new things, and working together on activities."

"Hmm..."

Fuwawa tilted her head. "That doesn’t say anything about sidekicks."

"He-heh, that's why you're still a baby, Fuwawa."

"Sometimes, you have to read the...HIDDEN MESSAGES in the text."

"Sub...subtlety, yeah."

"I'M NOT A BABY!"

"I'M FUWAWA-"

"Yeah yeah."

"The hidden message here is..."

"Uhh..."

"Younger siblings play with their older siblings because it's fun."

"That's kinda being like a sidekick, right?"

"But what if the baby doesn't like playing?"

 "What baby wouldn't like that?!"

"Just ask the spider!"

"What spider?!"

"The web!"

"Oh, PFF-"

"What...if...the...baby...doesn't...like...playing...pranks, Enter."

"...these answers are garbage!"

"But then what am I going to do if the baby doesn't like me?!"

"Why wouldn't the baby like you?!"

"I don't know, that's why I am asking ya!"

"Haeh!"

"This would be so much easier if I had a baby sister to study..."

"Gonna have to ask my parents to make me one."

"...wait, how are babies formed?"

 "..."

"...how...are...babies..formed..."

"DANG IT, THE PARENTAL BLOCK! MY WORST ENEMY!"

Shiori smacked the laptop in frustration, glaring at the screen as if her anger alone could bypass the
parental controls.

"Who puts a block on knowledge? This is an insult to the pursuit of truth!"

"But wait wait wait, back to the start!"

"...what do I do if the baby doesn't like me?"

"What if...I end up liking the baby a lot and the baby doesn't like me..."

Shiori paused mid-rant, turning to look at Fuwawa. Her usual smirk softened, and she tilted her
head thoughtfully. "Huh. That’s...actually a good question."

Fuwawa clutched Mr. Ruffian tighter, her little ears drooping. "What if she doesn’t like me at all?
What if she cries every time she sees me? Or—or what if she likes Mama Puppy and Papa Puppy
more than me?"

Shiori plopped down cross-legged on the floor, resting her chin in her hand. "Well...babies are
weird. Like, really weird. Sometimes they cry for no reason, and sometimes they get scared of
things that aren’t even scary. But I don’t think that means she wouldn’t like you."

"But how do you know?" Fuwawa sniffled, her tail curling around her.

Shiori thought for a moment, then grinned and grabbed a random book off a stack.

"Because I'm the great archiver, duh!"

"Also, look at Nerissa! She has TWO older sisters and they hang out just fine."

"But Aradia and Malpha get mad when we go to their rooms..."

 "I mean, yeah, obviously."

"Baby sisters have to respect and obey older sisters...I think."

"Ooooh..."

"But wait, what if the baby doesn't respect me?"

"Then you have to treat her and teach her stuff!"

"Like a plant!"

"Plants?"

"So... I have to water her?"

"...do demon guard dogs have to get watered?"

"NO!"

"Then no, don't water your baby sister."

"Let your parents take care of that stuff."

"You just...try to act like Aradia and Malpha do with Nerissa!"

"I have to tease my baby sister and call her a big baby brat?"

"Hey, if it works for them!"

Fuwawa tilted her head, her brow furrowing in concentration. "But... sometimes Nerissa looks like
she’s about to cry when they tease her."
Shiori shrugged, flipping through the random book she’d grabbed. "Eh, it’s a delicate balance.
You don’t wanna overdo it. Besides, look!"

"..."

"Shiori, I can't read."

"Right, right."

"It's..."

"I am a Big Sister, by Carolin Jayne Church."

"I seemed to have stole it without realizing, hah!"

"Here, you could have it."

"But...for what?"

"...right, right, you're still a baby."

"Uhmm...check the images! They may tell you what to do...?"

Fuwawa took the book, holding it as though it were a sacred artifact. She flipped through the pages,
eyes widening at the bright illustrations of a big sister and her baby sibling. The big sister was
shown helping the baby with toys, holding its hand, and tucking it into bed.

She squinted at the drawings, turning the book this way and that as though trying to decode an
ancient text.

But there is something, a short phrase at the end of the book that she can understand just fine.
 "Be the best sister in the world."

Fuwawa stared at the words, her tiny fingers tracing the letters as if trying to absorb their meaning.
"Be the best sister in the world," she whispered, her voice soft with wonder.

Shiori leaned over, peering at the page with a smirk. "See? Told you the Archives had answers.
You just have to...sift through the junk sometimes."

"That sounds scary..." Fuwawa said, her tail wagging slightly as she clutched the book to her chest.

"Don't worry, we got your back."

"Nerissa, Beebs, Me."

"Heck, Bijou is even more of a baby than you, she probably remembers what she did before
growing up."

"I'M NOT A BABY! I'M FUW-"

"Maybe even those pests of the Justice group."

"Elizabeth probably knows a thing or two about taking care of babies, and that weird
automaton..."

"Don't get the baby near Gigi, though, she may try to eat the baby."

"But why would she eat the baby?!"

"That girl is INSANE!"

"The name Gigi Murin makes my spine chill, she's even weirder than me, that's for sure."

"But maybe she is good at taking care of babies...she's pretty small, probably a baby
herself..."

Shiori mumbles and rambles for a solid five minutes, wondering about how good are babies when
taking care of other babies.
 What even is a baby? When do you stop being a baby?

Is Fuwawa a baby? She's small and round, but she can already talk...

Do you stop being a baby when you learn to talk? But Bijou knows how to talk and she is a baby...

Blah, blah, blah.

The two of them sat in the cluttered, dimly lit shed, with Fuwawa hugging the book to her chest
like a secret treasure.

"...do you think I could be a cool older sister like Malpha and Aradia?"

"Yeah, but you gotta let us take care of the baby too."

"Have it be our first adventure as a team!"

"Y-yeah!"

"...do we have a name for our group?"

"We're going to wait until the baby comes, right?"

"Lemme find a synonym of coming in the dictionary."

"Approach, Arrival, Nearing, Birth..."

"The birth group?"

"Nah, that sounds lame."

"Rise, Start, Onset, Advent..."

"Advent sounds cool," Fuwawa said thoughtfully, twirling the book in her hands. “Like... a big,
exciting beginning.”

"Yeah...we're gonna be Advent."

"Fuwawa Abyssgard, Nerissa Ravencroft, Shiori Novella, Koseki Bijou...AND THE BABY!"

Fuwawa thought for a moment, her gaze drifting to the worn book in her hands.

"Be the best sister in the world..."

What is a sister? It's still a mystery.

But whatever it is, she'll be the best at it.

With her ability, the baby will get no injury.

Be with wizardry or synergy...

She will love the baby, as it will be quite lovely.

 The Demons of Sound
Chapter Summary

If there is someone that knows exactly what a baby sister is, it must be Aradia and Malpha.

...although Fuwawa may come at a bad time.

Chapter Notes

Alright, it's Nerissa's turn.

It may be a bit harder because Nerissa's soft, mommy-like personality doesn't translate well to
a child.

But let's see how we fare off.

50 days until that fabled baby sister is born, and it's time to spread the news!

It's always such a delight to visit the Ravencroft household.

Mama Puppy and Papa Puppy get to chat and have their own fun with Lord and Lady Ravencroft,
while the daughters pamper Fuwawa like a little baby.

Unlike Mama Puppy and Papa Puppy, Lord and Lady Ravencroft are already well grown, and have
near-complete experience not only on child raising, but everything that comes with it.

Today might be a different kind of day, though, there is noise on the rooms.

LET'S BEGIN!

Lady Ravencroft: "Oh, it's so good to have you here, Fuwawa."

"Would you like some animal crackers, I brought so many during your last visit..."

"..and the girls don't seem to like them as much as you, fufufu~"

Lady Ravencroft laughed softly, her elegant hands already opening the tin of animal crackers as she
guided Fuwawa to sit on the plush sofa. The faint sound of commotion from upstairs didn’t seem to
faze her.
 The familiar scent of lavender and old parchment filled the air, and the sound of distant chatter
echoed through the halls.

As Fuwawa enjoyed her treat, Lady Ravencroft discussed the latest happening with her adult peers.

Lady Ravencroft: "I can see you have been busy, Miss Abyssgard~"

"My sincere congratulations."

Mama Puppy: "He-heheheh..."

"We...didn't think it would happen, everyone I know is completely shocked and appalled."

"An Abyssgard having more than one child? The world has gone insane!"

Lady Ravencroft: "When was the last time a member of your family had two kids?"

Mama Puppy: "...thousands of years, probably."

"I know a couple things about my family tree, and I have never heard of anything like it."

Lady Ravencroft: "Sounds quite interesting, then."

"...what has she thought of it?"

Mama Puppy: "She seems to be on board with the idea, but..."

Lady Ravencroft: "But she has conflicting emotions about it and seems to be nervous about
the idea of living with someone else."

"Yeah, yeah, Malpha was like that."

"And Aradia."

"And Nerissa, soon."

Mama Puppy: "...oh!"

Lady Ravencroft: "Finally a boy, seesh."

"Took me long enough!"

"The baby will take 25 days to hatch, until then it's a surprise."

Fuwawa nibbled on a cracker shaped like an elephant, her wide eyes darting between the grown-
ups as they spoke in their grown-up way. She wasn’t entirely sure what “hatch” meant in this
context, but she knew it had something to do with babies—and her ears perked up at the sound of
her name.

Fuwawa: "I'll have a baby sister, isn't that cool?"

Lady Ravencroft: "Congratulations, dear."

"And quite at a perfect age, you two can grow alongside each other and support each other
through life."

"...although my girls sometimes have trouble following that part, fufufu~"

"Why don't you go upstairs and say hi to Nerissa? I'll take that she'll be excited at the news."

Fuwawa’s eyes sparkled at the suggestion, her tail wagging as she carefully set her half-eaten
animal cracker down on the table. “Okay!” she chirped, hopping off the sofa.

As Fuwawa climbed the winding staircase, the bickering and shouting from upstairs grew louder.
She paused for a moment outside, taking a deep breath to steady her excitement.

Then, she pushed open Nerissa's door.

"I DIDN'T TOOK ANY OF YOUR GARBAGE! WHY WOULD I NEED YOUR LIPST-"

"Oh, Fuwawa!"

Nerissa Ravencroft, the demon of sound.

8 years old, same age as Shiori and arguably more mature personality-wise, but she missed out on
calling herself leader of Advent.
 Soft spoken and gentle, with a love for idol culture and everything that comes with it, from
Japanese and Korean pop to...fanfiction.

Her demonic singing can drive people mad, but she's so damn good at it, that her parents can help
but record it every now and then.

Fuwawa: "Nerissa!"

"What ya doin'?"

Nerissa: "Oh, I was just..."

"Sharing quality time with my precious sisters on the other room-"

"I KNOW IT WAS YOU, YOU'RE THE ONLY ONE WHO LIKES THAT COLOR!"

Nerissa: "MOM AND DAD DON'T LET ME PUT ON MAKE UP, ARADIA!"

"WHY DON'T YOU ASK MALPHA, SEESH!"

"BECAUSE I HAVEN'T CATCHED MALPHA EATING LIPSTICK!"

Nerissa: "IT WAS ONE TIME, AND I WAS FIVE!"

"LEAVE ME ALONE!"

"..."

"So...Fuwa...take a seat and relax!"

"I'll put something on the computer for you."

Fuwawa’s ears twitched at the chaotic exchange from the other room, but she giggled at Nerissa’s
flustered tone.

The soft yet lively demon girl hurried to tidy a corner of her room, brushing feathers from a
cushion and motioning for Fuwawa to sit on the chair by her desk.
 "So...we're now named Advent?"

"Fuwawa, Biboo, Shiori and Me? Advent?"

"And the baby!"

"What baby?"

"My baby sister!"

"I'm going to have a little sister!"

"I'll be a big girl, like Aradia and Malpha!"

"HAH!"

"DID YOU TWO HEAR THAT?!"

"FUWAWA IS GOING TO HAVE A LITTLE SISTER, NOW YOU'LL HAVE TO TEASE SOMEONE
ELSE!"

"BUT SHE WILL LIVE WITH ANOTHER FAMILY, YOU'RE STILL THE YOUNGEST OF
THIS HOUSE, IDIOT!"

"...dang, she's right."

"Nerissa!"

"You were a baby sister once, right?"

"What did Aradia and Malpha do to keep you happy?"

 "...Fuwawa, I don't remember anything of when I was a baby."

"I don't think anyone does!"

"Not even Biboo?!"

"Hmmm, Bijou might remember...she's still teeny tiny..."

"But I dunno..."

"Yeah..."

"But Aradia and Malpha are your big sisters, right?"

"How is it?"

"THE WORST!"

"THEY'RE ALWAYS SO NOSEY AND SO ANNOYING!"

"AND THEY ALWAYS BEAT ME AT MARIO KART, IT'S SO UNFAIR!"

"A-AND THEY DON'T LET ME PUT ON THEIR MAKEUP, EVEN IF THEY LOOK COOL WITH
IT AND I WANNA LOOK COOL TOO!"

"AND COULD YOU IMAGINE? THEY ALWAYS GET ONE MORE SCOOP OF ICE CREAM!"

"HAVING BIG SISTERS IS SO ANNOYING!"

Nerissa couldn't have said worst words even if she had tried.

Having an older sister is THAT bad? Will the baby say the same things when they're all grown up?

Fuwawa's eyes widened to the size of plates, her tail started to move left and right, not of emotion
but anxiety.

...dang it, are big sisters always that scary? Will she be a scary older sister?

Fuwawa’s ears drooped slightly as Nerissa's rant echoed in her mind. What if she messed up and
her baby sister thought she was annoying too? What if she wasn’t fun or cool enough?

Her tail slowed its wagging as her eyes darted nervously around the room. “W-Wait,” she
stammered, her voice small. “Big sisters… are scary?”
Nerissa blinked, realizing the effect her rant had on Fuwawa. “Oh no, no, Fuwawa! That’s not what
I meant!” she said, waving her hands in a panic. “I mean, yeah, sometimes big sisters can be bossy,
but they’re also… um…”

“Annoying?” Fuwawa whispered, her tiny heart broken.

“No! Not always!” Nerissa knelt beside Fuwawa, placing her hands gently on her shoulders.
“Listen, Aradia and Malpha can be nosy, sure, but they also look out for me."

"Big sisters might tease and argue, but deep down, they love you more than anything.”

"And you gotta be brave and strong for your baby sister, you gotta protect her from everything."

"Sometimes...sometimes there is stuff that scares all of us three, but my sisters try to look strong and
calm in front of me, so I don't get scared too..."

"And...that makes me happy!"

"So..."

"I have to protect the baby's smile?"

"PROTECT HER SMILE, YES!"

"THAT'S IT!"

"Wait here for a second."

"HEY, YOU GUYS PROTECT MY SMILE, RIGHT?"

"AS THE OLDER SISTERS, RIGHT?"

"WHAT? WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?"

"I DUNNO, FUWAWA SAID IT AND IT SOUNDED COOL!"

 "OH, UHM...SURE!"

"WE...DEFINETLY DO THAT!"

"TELL HER TO COME HERE, THOUGH, I WANNA CHAT WITH THE BABY GIRL!"

"They wanna chat with you."

"HAEH?!"

"B-but we're never allowed to go to their room!"

"Hey, if they gave you permission."

"Go over there and be a brave puppy, show them what you got!"

Fuwawa swallowed a nervous gulp, her tail twitching as she padded toward the door.

She hesitated for a moment, paw hovering just inches from the handle, then took a deep breath.

"B-bau bau?"

"Come on in."

Bow down to Aradia and Malpha Ravencroft.

Aradia is 12 while Malpha is already 14, leagues ahead in Fuwawa's mind.

Malpha is as soft spoken as Nerissa, yet much more intelligent, wise and prepared for life, quite
adult for her age.

Aradia instead is a very nice and symphatic...juvenile delinquent. Her hair colored black and pink
in contrast to Nerissa and Malpha's black and blue.

Their personalities clash so elegantly...that they're most prepared when working together.
Aradia: "If it ain't the puppy!"

"Agh, it's so good to see you visit us! You're so cute and small~"

"Also you're very well behaved, unlike NERISSA OVER THERE!"

Malpha: "Is it true that your parents will have another baby?"

Fuwawa’s ears perked up at Malpha’s question, though her tail still twitched nervously. She nodded
quickly, her paws clasped in front of her as if presenting herself to royalty. “Uh-huh! Mama said
I’m going to have a baby sister! Isn’t that cool?”

Malpha: "Then you will become an older sister, like me."

Aradia: "Oi, I'm an older sister too, Nerissa's the baby one!"

Malpha: "You're in the middle."

Aradia: "TCH."

"I'm only two years younger than you."

Malpha: "And that makes all the difference."

"But for the purpouse of this conversation, sure, you're also an older sister."

It's quite the trio, the one gathered in this room.

Aradia and Malpha Ravencroft, ages 12 and 14, and Fuwawa Abyssgard, aged...5.

While the teenagers do not consider Advent as their friends (mostly because they're too little), they
appreciate the company that they give to Nerissa, and as such, they'll help Fuwawa feel better in
this new endeavor of her.

Malpha: "Is there something that you would like to ask us, Fuwawa?"
Aradia: "ASK FAST, PUPPY!"

Fuwawa hesitated for a moment, her wide, sparkling eyes darting between the two older girls. She
fidgeted with her hands, then finally blurted out...

“How do I…"

"um…"

"how do I become a good big sister?”

Malpha’s expression softened, and she knelt down slightly to meet Fuwawa at eye level.

"We would be lying to you if we said that we knew."

"What worked with Nerissa might not work with your own little sister."

"But what we know is that..."

"You can do a good work by making her happy."

Aradia chimed in, leaning against the desk with a cheeky grin.

"Teach her to be nice, have fun, don't think about it too much!"

"I pick on Nerissa all the time and she adores me!"

"HEY, NERISSA! YOU LOVE ME AND TAKE ME AS A ROLE MODEL, RIGHT?"

"..."

"See? Silence tells everything, she couldn't love me more if she tried!"
 "Although you gotta be careful when your sis is still a small baby, babies are soft, squishy
and...kinda useless."

"Oh, but they're adorable."

"Nerissa was adorable as a baby."

"Yeah yeah, they look like big thumbs with legs."

"But what matters the most is...kid, let your parents take care of it."

"If the baby starts crying just call your mom and dad, don't try to solve things by yourself."

"We tried giving Nerissa milk once and we ended up cooking some white crap that looked
nothing like milk."

"Even your parents have ours for reference, so they'll be fine."

"We're not family, but Nerissa is happy at your side, and that's more than enough for us."

"If you wish to consult us on anything, we'll gladly help."

"Consider us...part of your group, too."

"YOU WANNA BE MEMBERS OF ADVENT TOO?"

"Nah, you four are just baby kids..."

"But we could be associates."

Fuwawa’s tail wagged hesitantly, then picked up speed as the idea settled in.

Her ears perked up, and she beamed at Aradia and Malpha with newfound confidence.

"If I have trouble with the baby...I could go here and ask you for help?"
 "Just don't make a habit out of it!"

“Now go and tell Nerissa we’re awesome. She needs to hear it more.” Aradia said, ruffling
Fuwawa’s ears affectionately.

"And don't forget the most important detail of all."

"Love her more than anything"

They both said in unison.

 The Jewel of Emotions.
Chapter Summary

It's time for the last member to recieve the good news!

A baby herself, what will she think?

Chapter Notes

Alright, so it's Fuwawa, Shiori, Nerissa, and Bijou.

Next chapter we begin with Justice. Bloodflame, Gigi, Panthera and Cecilia.

I prefer to use Bijou rather than Biboo because I pronounce it as BiSHU and I think that
sounds kinda cool.

ENJOY!

30 days until the baby is born, what will be the baby's name?

Mama Puppy said that she was feeling fuzzy (Mokoko) when she got the news that there was a
baby in her tummy...Mokoko?

It doesn't sound as good as Fuwawa, better not...

The park is always such a delight to visit, even if she has to get some help to ride in all of the
games.

There is always one tiny girl at the swings, never riding and always on her phone.

LET'S BEGIN!

(Hmmmm, suddenly I feel very smart and my head hurts a lot...)

"OH, BIBOO!"

A round of applause for Koseki Bijou, the sparkling jewel of emotions.

All the energy of human emotions suddenly taking the form of a little girl with white hair and a
white dress covered in gems of the highest value.
 Her existence is quite ironic, because as the incarnation of human emotions, she's as old as time
itself, but in flesh...she's only four years old.

The youngest and smallest member of Advent, addicted to internet culture and social media, not the
brightest of the bunch but with a heart of gold...

And a very convenient power.

As the Jewel of Emotions, her emotions becomes the emotions of everyone around her, if she is
happy, people in a 100 meter radius are happy, if she is sad, so are them.

Better get on her good side.

Bijou: "Ooooh, Fuwawa!"

"Wanna play on my mom's phone? "

Fuwawa tilted her head, ears twitching as she stared at Bijou’s phone screen. "Huh...that sounds
fun..." she admitted, hopping onto the swing next to her. "But I don't have time, Biboo! I have
something urgent!"

Bijou kicked her tiny legs lazily. "What is it?"

Her laugh sounds like a window being cleaned, it's quite adorable.

Fuwawa: "You're still a baby, right?"

Bijou: "N-no!"

Fuwawa: "I-I'm going to have a baby sister, and I don't know what to do~"

"And I thought you would knew what babies do..."

"Since..you're...a baby..."

Bijou: "I'm not a baby-"

"Wait, you're going to have a sister?"

"Like...a super small baby?"

Fuwawa: "BAU BAU!"

Bijou gasped dramatically, nearly dropping her mom's phone. Her gem-like eyes sparkled with
excitement as she grabbed Fuwawa’s paws.

"ANOTHER FRIEND!"

"YIPPEE!"

Everyone in a one hundred meter radius starts to cheer and celebrate as if they had just recieved the
best news of their lives.

"Oh, oops, better calm down."

"Sorry everyone!"

Bijou: "Baby sister..."

"What is a sister?"

Fuwawa: "That's my problem!"

"I don't know!"

Bijou hummed, deep in thought. Then, as if struck by divine inspiration, she shot up, nearly
toppling off the swing.

"I GOT IT!"

"LET'S WATCH TIKTOK!"

"I learned how to open it by watching my mommy~"

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Everyone tried to find answers somewhere when they were young.

 I had the Internet too, a much more primitive form, though.

"Biboo...how come your parents let you have their phone if you're a baby?"

"I dunno"

"But I like it!"

[STICKING OUT YOUR GYATT FOR-]

"Oops!."

"Baby sisters...search..."

Fuwawa leaned in closer, watching as Bijou scrolled through an endless stream of videos.

Bright colors flashed on the screen, accompanied by energetic music, text overlays, and the
occasional senseless sound effect.

(H-how can Biboo watch this all day?! I'm getting dizzy...⤵︎
⤵︎)

A video popped up—

["TOP 5 WAYS TO BE THE COOLEST BIG SISTER!"]

A girl in oversized sunglasses and a hoodie pointed dramatically at the camera.

[NUMBER ONE, BUY HER SNACKS, NUMBER TWO, MAKE FUN NOISES, NUMBER
THREE-]

(T-the video is going too fast, I can't understand a thing!)

"Biboo, how can you watch these things?!"

 "Heheheh...flashy lights."

Bijou giggled, her gem-like eyes reflecting the chaotic swirl of colors on the screen. "I like it!"

Fuwawa groaned, rubbing her temples. "I think my brain is melting..."

Bijou scrolled past another rapid-fire video before stopping on one titled:

[HOW TO MAKE YOUR BABY SISTER LOVE YOU FOREVER (100% REAL)]

This one is a text-to-speech video, a robotic voice in a colorful AI generated background telling the
step by step in a very...

Monotone...

And uncanny way.

[STEP. ONE. MAKE SURE TO-]

"BIBOO, TURN IT OFF!"

"IT'S SCARY!"

"DANG IT!"

"Okay, okay..."

"I got it!"

"Cocomelon!"

"Coco..what?"

"Wait here!"

"MOMMY, COULD YOU OPEN COCOMELON!"

 That rotten, rotten channel.

For those that do not know, first of all, God bless you.

And second of all, Cocomelon is a YouTube channel that plays lullabies, nursery rhymes and
stories for children.

EVERY. SINGLE. HOUR.

It's the definition of brainrot content, it turns toddlers and kids into drones because of how addictive
it is for them.

...but it may work this time.

After all, even garbage like this could teach Fuwawa on how to be a good older sister.

A moment later, the familiar, albeit dreaded, tune of Cocomelon began to play from Momseki's
phone. The screen flashed with bright, colorful characters and cheerful nursery rhymes, enough to
hypnotize any child (or adult, at this point) into submission.

Fuwawa stared at the screen, her tail twitching nervously. As the opening theme continued, she felt
her attention gradually drawn to the bright colors and simple, repetitive lyrics. Despite herself, she
found her mind slowing down, and before she knew it, her head was bobbing along to the rhythm.

My big sister makes me laugh

She’s funnier than anyone
My big sister makes me laugh
She’s the best, she’s number one

I’m so glad there’s four of us

To laugh and play and run
When we do things together
It’s always much more fun

Fuwawa's gaze softened as she watched the characters on the screen sing songs about what she was
going to be in just a few days.

She could already feel the stress melting away—something about it was just so simple, so...
comforting.

Just as she was watching this...thing with Bijou, would she do the same with her baby sister?
Would her baby sister like to laugh, and play and run?

Both girls are completely silent, mesmerized by the radiant pastels that cover all of the screen, it
is...beautiful.
 Not the video, the sight of Fuwawa enjoying herself alongside her best friend.

The cheerful lullaby played on, but as the minutes passed, the noise of the world seemed to fade
away for Fuwawa. Her tail, which had been flicking with nervous energy moments ago, now hung
loosely behind her, swaying gently in rhythm with the song. The colorful characters on the screen
sang and danced, but it wasn’t just the hypnotic repetition of the song that held her attention—it
was the warmth in the moment.

Fuwawa glanced over at Bijou, who was still transfixed by the screen, her wide eyes reflecting the
flashing colors like jewels. Bijou, always so vibrant and full of energy, was now completely still.
The tiny girl’s lips curved into a soft, contented smile, and her gem-like eyes sparkled with
something else. It wasn’t just her usual excitement; it was the same joy that Fuwawa felt, right in
that very moment.

And then...death.

Phones have a limited battery, after all.

"W-what?"

Fuwawa: "Oh..."

"The phone turned black..."

Bijou: "BUT..."

"BUT I WAS WATCHING..."

"MOMMY!"

"COME HERE!"

But Momseki is buying an ice cream, she might take some seconds to arrive and solve her problem.

Seconds that she does not have.

The jewel of emotions...bursts.

*hic*

*hic*
 "BWAAAAA~"

"BWAAAA~"

"I WANT TO-I WANT TO WATCH COCOMELON~"

*hic*

Bijou wailed, her tiny body trembling as she hiccuped between sobs.

Everyone in a one hundred meter radius starts crying, even the strongest beings overwhelmed by
emotions they cannot control, her power unleashed at it's fullest.

As Fuwawa was right besides her, she feels the effects the most, bawling and howling like her little
heart had been broken.

It's an uncomfortable incident, one that has happened quite too many times.

For the briefest of moments, Fuwawa wondered if this is what having a little sister would feel like.
The constant ups and downs, the unpredictable changes in mood, the chaotic emotions that never
seemed to stop.

One minute everything was fine, and the next, it was a storm of feelings too powerful to escape.

But...

My big sister makes me laugh

She’s funnier than anyone
My big sister makes me laugh
She’s the best, she’s number one

Fuwawa blinked through her own tears, feeling the weight of Bijou’s sadness pressing down on her.

In that moment, she realized what she had to do.

With Bijou’s sobs ringing in her ears, Fuwawa did the only thing she could think of.

She reached out and hugged Bijou, pulling the tiny girl close as her own heart pounded with an
urgent need to make things better.

"Biboo, Biboo..."

"The phone is just sleeping..."

"Let's play something while your mommy wakes it up..."

 Bijou hiccuped again, her sobs slowing as her bright eyes met Fuwawa’s with a flicker of
recognition.

A tiny, shaky breath escaped her, and for the first time in a while, she stopped wailing.

"P-play?"

"Yeah..."

"Let me...push you on the swing..."

"But only if you stop crying..."

Fuwawa carefully reached out her paw, gently wiping away a tear from Bijou's cheek. The little
jewel sniffled, her tears still flowing, but she looked up at Fuwawa with wide, watery eyes. The soft
sound of her hiccups still echoed in the air, but the comforting offer seemed to settle in her heart.

Bijou sniffled again, taking in a deep breath as her sobs gradually quieted. Her tiny hands gripped
Fuwawa’s fur as she nuzzled her friend’s chest, trying to find comfort. "O-okay..." she whispered,
her voice still trembling, but calmer than before.

The hiccups slowed down as Fuwawa moved to stand. With a soft, encouraging smile, Fuwawa
carefully stepped behind Bijou and began to push the swing with all she had.

Barely a few centimeters were moved, but Bijou started...laughing.

Fuwawa's efforts, the grunts that she made...looked funny, seemed fun.

I’m so glad there’s four of us

To laugh and play and run
When we do things together
It’s always much more fun

What's a sister?

Someone that makes the baby happy.

 The Harbinger of Order
Chapter Summary

In her pursuit of the truth and the ultimate happiness for her baby sister, Fuwawa Abyssgard
finds her worst worst enemy!

...a preteen girl with a plastic sword.

Lovely to see you, to see you lovely.

Chapter Notes

We begin with Justice in the following order!

Rose - Panthera - Gigi - Cecilia.

There will be some soft changes in the writing based on recommendations done by /vt/, but the
style will be the same.

25 days until the baby is born, at least that's what Mama Puppy and Papa Puppy say.

Times goes slow, goes really really slow, when you're anxious.

Fuwawa never felt it before, this...strange sensation. Your chest becomes heavy, your fingers
become cold, your tail moves left and right like it's going to pop out, your mind seems to be
working like never before.

She cannot wait for the baby to arrive, how will the baby arrive, will the stork bring her?

...wait, then better put on some things on the entrance, otherwise the stork will get lost!

"Yawn..."

"How can you be fully awake this early in the morning?"

"Hurry up, daddy!"

"We gotta put stuff on the entrance so the stork knows where to deliver the baby!"

"Look! I have already painted arrows on the walls with my crayons!"

 "...you what?"

Fuwawa beamed proudly, her tail wagging as she gestured toward the walls of the house.

Bright, wobbly arrows in all sorts of colors covered the entrance, pointing directly at the front door.

Some were big, some were small, and some were… well, not exactly arrow-shaped, but the effort
was there.

Her daddy sighed, looking at the rainbow-colored arrows again. "...We just painted these walls."

"I was just going to begin with the outside!"

"Come on, let's g-"

"No no no, wait, Fuwawa, wait a second!"

"Let's just...take a deep breath and calm our tails..."

"The stork will DEFINETLY know where to deliver the baby, okay? You don't have to worry
about it getting lost."

"So let's just...stop drawing for a second and go back to sleep, okay?"

"B-but I wanted to collect rocks and make like..."

"an entrance thing..."

"A path?"

"A padh, yeah!"

"...my mother told me to never overspoil the kid too much..."

"But ah, you're so cute."

"Come on, let's take some fresh air, then."

 "I'll be collecting rocks with you."

She grabbed his hand and pulled him outside, her little paws barely touching the ground as she
bounced ahead.

The morning air was crisp and cool, the sky still painted with soft pinks and blues. It was nice.

She crouched down, scanning the ground with serious determination.

Every little pebble was inspected, some getting an excited “Ooooh!” before being placed carefully
in her growing pile.

Others? Rejected. Too bumpy. Too boring. Not stork-worthy.

Her hands seem to be getting dirty and she seems to be messing up the grass by carving on it...and
this attracts the attention of the villain walking nearby.

"OI OI OI, what's all this, then?!"

Show your respect for Elizabeth Rose Bloodflame.

The Scarlet Princess, The Harbinger of Order, Leader of the Justice Group!

And Advent's worst enemy.

The Justicar who defeats evil with her great red sword, destined to purge even the most damning of
demons...

At least that's what she says. In reality, there is not much a posh 10 year old girl and her plastic
sword can do against evil. Not even the blue ember on her chest could do anything save for cooking
really good marshmallows.

But one thing's for sure, she will do everything in her way to stop Advent from becoming naughty
evildoers, even if she fails in the attempt.

Elizabeth: "It's you again...Advent..."

"Oh, even that name makes the FLAME IN MY HEART burst!"

"Where are your other evil friends?!"

Fuwawa blinked up at Elizabeth, still crouched in the dirt with a paw full of carefully chosen
pebbles. Her tail gave a confused little flick.
 (Remember, Fuwawa! Every time that someone of the Justice group comes to you, you have to
bark and growl at them!)

(Okay, Shiori!)

(...wait, could you help me pick up some rocks too?)

(I'm just a part of your imagination, you dumb puppy)

Poof.

Fuwawa doesn't know why she should bark at Elizabeth.

But maybe it is because she is too much of a party pooper...

Meh, that's enough.

Fuwawa: "BAU BAU BAU!"

"GRR..."

"BAU BAU BAU!"

Elizabeth: "Stop it."

Fuwawa: "NOEH!"

"BAU BAU BAU!"

Elizabeth: "Stop it, you...cheeky dog!"

Fuwawa stuck out her tongue.

“Bau bau bau! I dunno what chickey means!”

Elizabeth: "It means that...ah, whatever."

“What are you DOING, anyway? Digging a secret tunnel for your evil lair?"
"Hiding treasure you stole from innocent people?!”

"Nerissa and Shiori will have to answer to me!"

Fuwawa: "None of that!"

"The stork will bring my baby sister and I'm making an entrance so it doesn't get lost!"

Elizabeth: "...your..."

"Your what?"

"Sorry I barge into your conversation..."

Papa Puppy: "Yeah, she will have a baby sister."

Elizabeth: "...but babies don't come from the stork-"

Papa Puppy: "SSSSSHHHHHH-"

"YES. THEY. DO."

Elizabeth stared at him, mouth slightly open like she was about to argue. Then, very slowly, she
turned to Fuwawa, who was back to happily sorting pebbles.

She squinted.

Then she stood up straight, flipping her tiny cape with great importance.

Elizabeth: "Mister Abyssgard..."

"Fuwawa is gathering with some very bad fellows!"

Papa Puppy: "...you mean her neighborhood friends?"

"Advent, they call themselves now?"

Elizabeth: "Ah-uh-yes!"

"Shiori Novella, Nerissa Ravencroft and that dastardly and EVIL BABY Koseki Bijou are criminals,
evildoers of the highest order!"

Papa Puppy: "What have they done, exactly?"

Elizabeth: "There was this one time, I caught them doing something despicable!"

"You adults were buying groceries and they walked to where the free samples were, the sign said to
take one..."

"AND EACH ONE OF THEM PICKED TWO!"

Papa Puppy raised an eyebrow. “Uh-huh.”

Elizabeth pointed dramatically at Fuwawa. “Criminal activity! Shameless lawbreaking! A complete

disregard for the sacred rules of the grocery store!”

Fuwawa blinked, tilting her head. “But they were really yummy…”

Elizabeth gasped. “Oh, so you ADMIT IT?!”

Papa Puppy pinched the bridge of his nose. “Elizabeth, sweetheart, I don’t think taking an extra
cheese cube counts as a crime.”

Elizabeth crossed her arms. “It STARTS with extra cheese cubes. Then it’s two cookies. Then
three.”

Elizabeth: "Then before you know it, they become great bank robbers!"

"As the Harbinger of Order, I must stop it before it happens!"

"Mr. Abyssgard, I will make Fuwawa's baby sister a member of Justice once she's born!"

"Cecilia, Gigi, Raora and me will make the baby a lover of Justice, Truth and...all things good,
yeah!"

Fuwawa: "WHAT?!"
Papa Puppy: "Well...you four are really nice kids..."

"And Raora could teach her how to draw-"

Fuwawa: "NOEH!"

Fuwawa brings out her claws right from the top of her knuckles.

Small but sharp pieces of blue coloured bone, it is only the third time that she has ever unleashed
them, only appearing when she is truly angry.

All Abyssgards have them, and they're actually quite lethal once they're fully grown up.

"NO NO NO!"

"My baby sister will not be a party pooper like you!"

Elizabeth took a step back, her hand instinctively reaching for her plastic sword, eyes wide as
Fuwawa's claws—sharp and gleaming—appeared from her little paws.

But that toy will do nothing against real, actual claws.

Perhaps that's why Papa decides to intervene before Elizabeth takes a bad scare.

"Fuwawa..."

"What is our motto?"

"..."

"An Abyssgard protects smiles, it does not hurt them."

"Sowwy..."

Papa Puppy smiled softly as Fuwawa’s claws retracted, the sharp blue tips disappearing back into
her paws. He knelt down, gently ruffling her fur and speaking in the calm, reassuring tone he
always used when things got a little too heated.
 "Your baby sister will be okay..."

"It seems like she will not only have four friends, but eight...doesn't that sound great?"

"Advent and Justice working together to take care of the baby..."

"Instead of...bickering and grabbing each other's hairs."

Fuwawa's ears perked up at Papa Puppy's words.

Her tail wagged uncertainly, unsure if she liked the idea of Justice and Advent working together.

"But... Lizzy says we’re bad! She’s always saying stuff about us!" Fuwawa’s voice wavered,
her little paws still clutching a pebble. “She said we’d become bad guys! Like... bank robbers!”

Papa: "And you won't, don't pay attention to what she says."

"Liz, I know you mean well..."

"But you should treat kids younger than you with a little more care."

"Fuwawa is just 5, come on..."

Elizabeth blinked, a little taken aback by Papa Puppy's gentle rebuke.

Her dramatic stance faltered for a moment, and she furrowed her brow, shifting uneasily.

The force of her earlier proclamations seemed to deflate with the calmness of Papa Puppy's words.

Then she turned her gaze back to Fuwawa, her small face softening with a thoughtful look. She
shifted her cape slightly, as if preparing for something important.

Elizabeth: "It's not that I hate you or anything..."

"It's just that...the Queen Mother told me to always uphold Justice and good morals..."

"B-but I think you're...cool and all..."

"Even the little Bijou..."

Fuwawa's ears perked up at Elizabeth's unexpected shift in tone.

 The small, sharp claws that had just been retracted twitched slightly, as if unsure whether to stay
calm or flare up again.

She looked up at Elizabeth with wide, curious eyes.

Fuwawa: "Then, will you help us when my baby sister arrives?"

Elizabeth: "I need to consult with my comrades about this...truce between our groups."

"Although they're always nagging me about Advent..."

"Elizabeth, they're good girls, Elizabeth, we should invite them to play videogames, Elizabeth, Gigi
ate toothpaste~"

Fuwawa’s tail wagged cautiously, her eyes hopeful as she watched Elizabeth's serious expression
slowly soften.

She hadn’t expected Elizabeth to sound this uncertain, especially after all the grand proclamations
of Justice and righteousness that usually followed her around like a cape.

She could hear the soft whine of her comrades’ voices in her head, like a chorus of concern.

"I'll be on my way to my center of operations..."

"But I'll have my eyes on you, Fuwawa Abyssgard!"

"You better not make this baby sister of yours into an evildoer!"

"...lovely to see you, to see you lovely."

As the sun rose higher in the sky, the world seemed a little brighter, and Fuwawa felt her heart
settle a bit.

What's a sister?

Someone that fights for JUSTICE!

 The Artist with Godly Eyes.
Chapter Summary

From the shadows, there she comes.

With pink fur and a thick Italian accent...

She came directly to Fuwawa's home to answer the eternal question.

Chapter Notes

Gigi will be a bit sadder than usual, I hope you understand.

21 days before the baby is born, at least that's what Mama Puppy and Papa Puppy say.

Oh, it's so good to sleep, to be in peaceful slumber, feeling nothing but complete peace...

And it's good to dream too, even if some dreams make no sense.

There are some very interesting dreams, and everyone can dream, even toddlers...

fuwawa abyssgard, mococo abyssgard, mococo abyssgard, and fuwawa abyssgard (hololive and
1 more) drawn by yuri_kyanon
nerissa ravencroft, fuwawa abyssgard, mococo abyssgard, shiori novella, koseki bijou, and 1
more (hololive and 1 more) drawn by yomosaka

nerissa ravencroft, fuwawa abyssgard, mococo abyssgard, shiori novella, koseki bijou, and 5
more (hololive and 1 more) drawn by pungson_mori

[Fan-Arts by YuriKyanon, Yomosaka and Pungson, respectively.]

And it's a curious dream...all these figures, all these shades, all these colours...

That puppy that looks exactly like her, resting in her arms, walking side by side at all times...who is
that?

Despite being asleep, Fuwawa can feel...warmth.

"I love...my big sister Fuwawa."

 [TIME TO WAKE UP!]

"H-hah...?"

"...ciaora!"

Fuwawa screams at the top of her lungs, a mixture of barking and screaming, making the foreigner
scream too.

Watch out for Raora Panthera! 10 years old, pink fur and a beautiful pink hair that goes down to her
knees. Her clothing is baggy but full of color and life.

The artist with godly eyes, member of Justice and quite possibly one of the biggest talents of her
generation.

Fuwawa: "AHHHHHH~"

"R-RAOWA, WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!"

Raora: "E-È sbagliato?!"

"Y-your mom and dad met up with mine and they invited me here!"

Fuwawa: "B-BUT WHY WERE YOU LOOKING AT ME!"

"R-RIGHT ON MY NOSE!"

Raora: "Mamma says that I have to study people so I can draw them later on!"

"It wasn't my fault!"

The dream is fading now, slipping away like mist in the morning sun. Whatever it was—whoever it
was—it’s gone.
Fuwawa: "Draw..."

Tic, tac, tic, tac...

THAT'S IT!

Fuwawa: "RAOWA!"

"Okay, okay, I want you to draw me something!"

Raora: "RRRAO!"

"Alright!"

Fuwawa: "I want you to draw me a baby sister!"

Raora: "...scusa?"

The morning is awake now. It hums through the walls, spills golden light through the window,
wraps itself around Fuwawa’s small body as she stands on her bed, eyes shining.

The dream is gone, swallowed by waking.

But something remains. A whisper of warmth, a flicker of a feeling she doesn’t understand.

She doesn’t have the words for it.

So she does what all little ones do when they don’t understand something.

She turns it into a game.

Fuwawa: "I'm going to have a baby sister!"

"But she is in my mommy's tummy so I can't see her!"

"Since you're the artist with googly eyes, then you could draw it so I know how she looks!"

Raora: "THE ARTIST WITH GODLY EYES!"

"Mamma mia..."

"Alright, I'm going to draw you a baby sister, let me grab my notebook."

Raora plops onto the floor, pulling out her notebook with a dramatic fwip! The pages crinkle as she
flips through them, past dragons, past heroes, past things that never existed but somehow lived on
paper.

Her eyes sparkle, the fire of an artist ignited.

Lines start to form. Shapes take their place.

Fuwawa leans closer, watching, waiting, heart thumping.

What will she look like?

Who will she be?

Will she feel like the warmth in the dream?

Outside, the world is moving. The grown-ups talk. The birds sing. Time marches on.

But in this little room, with these little hands, something bigger than time is being made.

(Fan art by Makoto Shih)

"There we go, done!"

"Ooooh, let me see-"

 "RAORA!"

"THIS IS NOT IT!"

"What do you mean? This is my baby sister!"

"Sorellina Panthera! Look, I even drew her white strand of hair!"

"BUT I'M NOT PANTHERA, I'M FUWAWA!"

"A DEMON GUARD PUPPY!"

Dogs and cats are opposites, after all.

Especially a small dog and a big cat.

"But what do you want me to draw then?!"

"MY baby sister!"

"But I haven't seen her!"

"Then imagine her!"

"Dannazione!"

"Rawr..."

Raora huffs, her tail flicking in frustration as she taps her pencil against the paper.

She squints at Fuwawa, studying her with all the intensity of a true artist. Fuwawa puffs up proudly,
standing extra still like a statue.

Raora’s pencil moves again, softer this time, sketching careful little lines. Tiny paws. Big fluffy
ears. A face that looks... kind.
 It's a dog, a very well drawn dog, but...just a dog.

Raora: "Tadah!"

"It looks exactly like you!"

Fuwawa: "...RAOWA PANTEWA!"

"THIS IS JUST A DOG!"

Raora: "But you’re a dog!"

Fuwawa: "I’M NOT JUST A DOG!"

"I’M A DEMON GUARD PUPPY!"

Raora: "Then what do you want? A demon guard baby?!"

The pencil glides over the page, sketching something new.

Something that doesn’t exist yet.

Something that will.

 (Fan-Art by Vixiebiscuit)

Only the mind of an artist could have spawned such a strange and yet enticing animal. Not a tiger,
not a dog, not a wolf, not a panther...but it seems to be all at once.

It is childish, yet menacing, like it wants to guard a precious possession. It is full of colour, yet it's
eyes reflect a gentle darkness.

Raora Panthera really has the eyes of God.

...however...

Raora: "Third time is the charm!"

"Alright, here it is! A demon guard baby!"

"Or...the baby of a demon guard...or...something, yeah!"

"Il mio capolavoro!"

It is a really terrifying drawing for a little child.

Fuwawa: "AAAAHHHHHHHH~"

"AHHHHHHHHH!"

"BAU BAU BAU BAU BAU BAU BAU-"

Raora jumps back, her ears flattening in surprise at the loud outburst.
Fuwawa is frantically wagging her tail, eyes wide in shock and awe. Her tiny hands cover her face
as if to protect herself from the image.

The pink panther stares at her drawing, then at Fuwawa’s frightened face.

She rips the paper and throws it as far as she can, as if exorcizing a demon.

Raora: "Basta cosi, basta cosi!"

"I-it's not here, look!"

"..."

The drawing session doesn't seem to be going well...

Rarely an artist like her found herself with such an audience, unsatisfied with everything that she
does.

Raora watches as the paper sails through the air, the terrifying image landing in the corner of the
room, discarded like an old, forgotten thing.

Her ears droop slightly, a mixture of frustration and concern painting her face, the little demon
guard puppy looking like she might burst into tears at any moment.

She hadn't meant to frighten her—no, no! She wanted to make her happy!

Fuwawa: "M-my baby sister will not look like that..."

"S-she will be cute and small, and will look like me..."

Raora watches her quietly, a small smile on her lips.

For all her dramatics, for all her artistic pride, she understands.

Because sometimes, before something exists, you have to see it first.

Raora: "Liz told me that Justice and Advent would be working together now, I didn't know it would
be this fun..."

"When the baby is born, I gotta draw her!"

"It will be my miglior disegno!"

"But for now...come on, it's okay...I didn't want to scare you..."
"Y-you can grab my pencils if you want~"

Fuwawa sniffles, her ears twitching at Raora’s words. The offer of the precious artist’s colours is
enough to make her blink away the tears.

Raora nods, puffing out her chest. “Ovviamente! Art is for everyone!"

The little puppy reaches out slowly, her little paws trembling with excitement as she picks up two
of Raora’s prized pencils. She turns it in her hands, feeling the weight of it, the power it holds.

"A-and what should I draw?"

"..."

"...HO CAPITO!"

"DRAW YOUR BABY SISTER!"

"...haeh?"

"But I don't know how she looks, that's the problem!"

"Use your imagination!"

"Imayi...what?"

"Think how she'll look!"

"Pensa, Fuwawa, Pensa!"

Fuwawa scrunches up her face in deep concentration. Think, think, think!

Her baby sister... She’ll be small, of course. And fluffy, like her! Maybe with even bigger ears—oh,
that would be so cute! And, and—her eyes! They’ll be bright, sparkling like stars!

Her little paws tremble as she presses crayons to the page. Slowly, carefully, she starts to draw.

Bit by bit, a baby puppy takes shape on the page.

 Will this be how she looks? Will this be her baby sister?

Imagination. Fuwawa gives the drawing a voice, and a vocabulary, she gives her tastes and a
personality, she even gives her a nickname.

Her baby sister will be the fuzzy one, as she is the fluffy one.

(Drawing by...me, lol)

There is a moment of silence between them, golden morning light spilling through the window, the
only sound being the gentle scratch of Raora’s tail against the wooden floor.

Some things can’t be drawn.

Some things can only be felt.

And love—real, true love—was shining right in that comfortable room.

"So this is your sorellina..."

"Interessante, molto interessante!"

"Show it to your mom and dad! When I was a piccolo gatto, my mom always put my drawings on
the fridge!"

"You're in the brink of something great, Fuwawa!"

CRASH

Fuwawa stands a bit too fast, kicking Raora's art kit right into the wall.

She runs downstairs, as happy as a child can be.

 "I MIEI STRUMENTI!

"MOMMY, DADDY, LOOK!"

"LOOK, LOOK, LOOK!"

[What is a sister?]

[A life full of color.]

 Chasing.
Chapter Summary

Papa Puppy and Mama Puppy do one one last job before the baby is born: Babysitting!

A member of Justice needs their help.

Chapter Notes

This may be a more emotional chapter than the other ones, let's see how it does.

See the end of the chapter for more notes

15 days before the baby is born, at least that's what Mama and Papa Puppy say.

The word "babysitting" ringed in Fuwawa's ears, it surely has something to do with babies, she
HAS to know what it is!

After begging and whimpering for a solid minute, Mama and Papa allow her to join them in their
job.

Papa puts on the keys, opens the door, and sees the whole mess that they'll have to treat. Let's go!

The house is cold, strangely cold. Even if the weather outside is warm. It is also a bit moldy and
there seem to be stains on the walls.

As soon as the door opens, a child comes running and barking at inhuman speed, it is HER.

One big round of applause for Gigi Murin, the great chaser.

6 years old, the youngest member of Justice. Superhuman speed in her legs, prone to disaster and
chaos, with a personality that no one understands.

Loud and obnoxious...but also the nicest, most understanding and heartwarming person you will
ever meet.

Gigi: "RAWR, WOOF!"

"WOO-Oh, it's you!"

"Good mornin' Mr. Fuwawa's dad!"

Papa Puppy: "Gigi!"

"We came here to take care of you while your mom works."

"She should be home by dinner."

Gigi: "B-but today is Saturday! She shouldn't be working on a Saturday!"

Papa Puppy: "Sometimes parents have to take extra turns for a little bit of money..."

"It's not like she wanted to be away from home all of a sudden."

Gigi: "...yeah...I know."

...

*sigh*

"BUT OKAY, LET'S MAKE THE BEST OF IT!"

"I was about to cook some Mac and Cheese, you're all invited!"

Papa Puppy: "Oh, please allow us."

"Darling, come inside! Let's prepare something for Gigi."

"Hey, wanna play with Fuwawa?"

*GASP!*

"YEAAAAH!"

The day begins, hopefully it will be a good day.

Gigi grabs Fuwawa, their tiny hands connecting as the Chaser brings the demon guard puppy to her
room.

The walls, the floor, they're all covered with sheets, with drawings in paper, with smiles and
pictures of animals...
 All to cover the fact that the colour is peeling off.

Fuwawa: "Bau bau!"

"Your mom lets you glue sheets on the walls?"

Gigi: "Yeah!"

"She even glues them herself! She says they're super great drawings and hey, I believe her!"

*HAHAHAHAHAHAH-*

Fuwawa: "DRAWING, YEAH!"

"Raora helped me make a drawing of my baby sister!"

Gigi: "...a sister? Woooow~"

"Like, a small you?"

Fuwawa: "BAU BAU!"

Gigi: "OH THAT'S COOL!"

"THAT SOUNDS SUPER DUPER GIGA AWESOME!"

"I wanna meet her!"

Fuwawa: "She is still in Mommy's tummy~"

"She will come to my house in two weeks!"

Gigi: "Two weeks...that's..."

"That's..."

"Oh, right, I don't know how to count~"

 *HAHAHAHAHAHAH-*

"I have a baby sister too, y'know?"

"Mom calls her a pet but, naaaah, she is my homie."

"Come and say hi!"

Gigi brings out a shoebox from underneath her bed.

In it, there is an animal, a strange being...

Tiny. Yellow with black stripes and a black tail that is half the size of it's body, a permanent "smile"
on it's face, despite the fact that one of it's eyes seems to be shut off...

It looks like a tadpole with legs, what is this creature?

"I call her Grem, it's my super best friend."

"Well...besides Elizabeth and Raora and Cecilia..."

"My other other OTHER super best friend!"

"I found her while playing in the park, she was about to get eaten by a bird!"

"Her skin was grey and she looked kinda messed up..."

"But I rescued and brought her home, gave her some water and some gummies...and voila!"

A tiny hatchling, that hatched in the wrong place, the egg far far away from it's parents.

It's destiny was death, but by one small chance given to it by God itself, the animal survived.
 As an animal, it does not know gratitude or divine providence, but it knows loyalty.

And it shows it's loyalty...by licking Gigi's finger, it's way of saying that it trust her, that it thanks
her for what she has done for it.

Fuwawa blinks.

She leans closer, her tiny nose twitching as she inspects the strange little creature.

It doesn’t bark. It doesn’t wag its tail. But it has a face, and it has legs, and it has a funny little smile
that never goes away.

It looks… happy.

Fuwawa: "Your baby sister is weird~"

Gigi: "Yeah, perhaps it is because we have different moms."

*HAHAHAHAHAHAH-*

"But she we do lots of fun stuff together!"

"We eat popcorn while we watch movies, we do homework together~"

"...and she makes me company while mom is away."

The tiny lizard—or salamander, or whatever Grem really is—licks Gigi’s finger again. A slow,
deliberate little motion. Its body is fragile, its tail curling slightly as it nestles into her palm.

Fuwawa tilts her head. She’s seen puppies lick their friends before. It’s a way of saying I like you!
or You’re my family!

Does that mean… Grem is saying that, too?

She watches as Gigi gently strokes its little head with her pinky finger.

"Mom has been working extra hours lately..."

"We're behind rent and...everything is welcome! Hahahah~"

"I should be charging you rent, Grem."

Rent? Extra hours?

 And it seems that Gigi knows how to cook too...despite being six...?

Why does a child know those words? What has she heard, what has she seen?

What has she lived?

Fuwawa doesn’t know much about things like rent.

She knows about warm blankets, about Mama's lullabies and Papa's strong arms lifting her high
into the air. She knows about cookies baking in the oven, about stories read before bed, about being
safe and happy and loved.

But something about the way Gigi says those words… It makes her ears droop just a little.

She watches Gigi rub the back of her neck, still grinning, still bouncing on her toes like she always
does. But there’s something different now. Something small. Like a tiny tear in a big, colorful
painting, so small you almost wouldn’t notice it—unless you looked too closely.

Fuwawa looks down at Grem. The tiny creature that shouldn’t be here, but is. A survivor. A
misplaced little thing that found a home, even when the world said it shouldn’t.

Gigi saved it.

Gigi loves it.

Maybe… Maybe that’s what she wants, too.

Fuwawa: "But it's cool, right?"

"To do what you want to do, no rules, no bedtime~"

Gigi: "...yeah!"

"Sometimes I do my own stuff, I even learned how to turn on the TV!"

"But...Mama trusts me, she trusts that I'll be a good girl."

"So I never do...something extreme or super wacky, unless I have permission~"

*HAHAHAHAHAHAH-*

Fuwawa blinks, thinking about that. She’s never had to fix anything before—if something broke,
Mama or Papa would take care of it. But Gigi talks like she's the one making the rules, setting the
limits. Like she’s the grown-up here.

That thought makes Fuwawa’s tail twitch.

Fuwawa: "And if there is something scary?"

Gigi: "..."

"I close my eyes and go to sleep..."

"Mama tells me that bad things don't last forever."

Fuwawa doesn’t get it.

If you’re scared, you tell someone, right? If something is too hard, you ask for help. That’s what
Mama Puppy always says.

But that's her privilege, she is privileged to have someone to help her when she asks.

Gigi only has that privilege...temporarily. If her mom is available, sure! But if not...

Perhaps the blankets will absorb her fears.

Fuwawa sits on the floor, her tail curling around her legs as she watches Gigi hold Grem in her
hands, the tiny creature wriggling slightly before settling into the warmth of her palm. There’s
something so natural about it, like Gigi was always meant to be holding something small,
something fragile.

Like she was always meant to protect.

Fuwawa doesn’t understand everything. But she does understand one thing:

Gigi is strong.

Not the kind of strong that Papa Puppy is, lifting things with big hands and broad shoulders. Not
even the kind of strong that Mama Puppy is, always watching, always protecting.

Gigi is the kind of strong that keeps smiling even when things hurt.

Gigi: "But, y'know?"

"I super like when you guys are here!"

"Soooo many grown ups have come here to take care of me!"

"Elizabeth's parents, Raora's parents, Bijou's parents, Cecilia, your parents, a whole bunch
of people!"

"I try to make stuff easier for the grown ups, but sometimes I mess up~"

*HAHAHAHAHAHAH-*
"But...it's nice that they never get mad at me."

Gigi jumps onto her bed, bouncing slightly as she lands. Grem wobbles in her hand, its little tail
flicking in protest.

For a moment, the room feels warmer. The peeling walls don’t matter, the cold air is forgotten.

Then—

Gigi: "...Hey, Fuwawa?"

Fuwawa: "Yeah?"

Gigi: "Thanks for listenin' to my yapping."

"Some people hear me yap and start playing by themselves n' stuff..."

"And...I keep talking while they do their stuff, but sometimes they're not listenin'"

"It's super cool to have Justice taking care of me, a-and you guys! Advent!"

"We fight and all but I think you all are super cool!"

She isn’t sure what to say. No one has ever thanked her for listening before. Listening is just…
what she does.

She listens to Mama’s stories, to Papa’s voice calling her in for dinner, to her sister’s tiny kicks
from inside Mama’s tummy. It never seemed like something to be grateful for.

But Gigi’s smile—wide and wobbly and just a little tired—makes her think that maybe, for some
people, being heard is a big deal.

Fuwawa smiles. A big, wide, puppy-toothed grin.

Fuwawa: "And now we're together to take care of my baby sister once she is born!"

Gigi: "LET'S GO!"

 Gigi puffs out her chest, striking a heroic pose on her bed, one foot forward, one hand on her hip,
the other dramatically stretched out like she’s about to deliver some kind of world-shaking
declaration.

Grem, still in her palm, wobbles dangerously.

Fuwawa: "BAU BAU! BE CAREFUL! YOUR BABY SISTER WILL FALL!"

Gigi: "Oopsie!"

*HAHAHAHAHAHAH-*

Gigi quickly cups both hands around Grem, giggling as she carefully places the tiny creature back
into its shoebox bed. The little hatchling stares up at her, blinking its one good eye.

"I wonder how Grem will be when she grows up."

"Maybe she'll grow wings, or it'll start talking or somethin'..."

"She's a baby after all!"

That's the question that we all ask ourselves in different ways...

How will we be when we grow up? What will we become? Will we be good or bad?

How will life treat us?

"When I grow up, I'll be the gatekeeper of Heck!"

"All Abyssgards must be, it's Dog Law!"

"Oh, that sounds awesome!"

"I'll be a Boxer when I grow up. I have these boxing gloves I found in the trash and-"

For a moment, everything is light. Warm.

 Then—

A loud creeeak comes from the living room.

Fuwawa’s tail puffs up. Gigi sits up fast, her messy hair sticking out in all directions.

Someone is at the door.

A shadow moves beyond the hallway, a faint rustling sound carrying through the house. It’s too
early for Gigi’s mom to be back. And Papa Puppy wouldn’t make a noise like that.

The warmth from before is gone.

Gigi puts a finger to her lips, her expression unreadable.

Then, in one swift motion, she puts Grem back in her shoebox, hops off the bed, and grabs
Fuwawa’s hand.

She doesn’t say anything. She just moves.

Fuwawa follows, her heart thumping in her chest.

The two of them creep toward the door, footsteps light on the floorboards. Gigi presses herself
against the frame, peeking out into the hallway.

Fuwawa clutches Gigi’s hand tighter. Gigi doesn’t move for a moment, her fingers twitching
slightly.

"Stay behind me."

And before Fuwawa can respond, Gigi lets go of her hand—

And bolts.

[What is a sister? Someone that protects the baby.]

Gigi throws a wild haymaker, it seems that she has some fighting in her...

And just before it connects...

"Oh, Gigi!"

"Phew, you scared me, little kid!"

 .

Turns out that pregnant women breathe heavily after walking.

"Oh..."

"Hi Miss Fuwawa's mom!"

"Mac and Cheese!

"...A-AND CHICKEN?"

"FUWAWA!"

Fuwawa’s ears twitch as her tail slowly unpuffs.

For a second, her heart had been hammering so fast that she thought she’d explode. But now,
standing in the doorway, holding a plate of food, is her mom.

And she’s staring at Gigi—who is frozen mid-punch—with a bemused expression.

Mama Puppy: "I prepared a mid day snack for you two!"

"Tell your mom that we have re-stocked her fridge and drawers."

"...s-stuff was running low. But we got it covered with my husband!"

Gigi's smile...fades, or better yet, transforms into something different.

She can't believe what she is hearing...

It is the same reaction that she gets whenever a friend or a grown-up tells her that they have done
something for her, for her mom, for her pet.

Tears.

Gigi: "Y-you mean..."

"You bought stuff for me and my mom...?"

Mama Puppy: "Mhm."

"Your mom is working hard, and we thought that...well...might as well throw her a hand"

"Or a paw, I guess~"

Gigi stares at Mama Puppy, her lip trembling.

She’s used to scraping by. To making do with what she has. To taking care of herself when her
mom isn’t home, to making sure Grem is warm, to pretending she isn’t hungry when dinner is just
toast with a little bit of butter.

But this… this is something else.

Something that has happened to her many times, but never knows how to react to it.

Her fingers clench and unclench at her sides.

Until she bursts, hugging Mama Puppy's big belly while soft tears cover her cheeks.

*HIC*

"T-THANK YOU A LOT..."

"THANK YOU...MISS..."

"THANK YOU A LOT...BABY IN HER TUMMY..."

*HIC*

Mama Puppy blinks, surprised by the sudden hug. Then, with a warm smile, she gently pats Gigi’s
head, careful not to press too hard.

Fuwawa watches as Gigi clings to her mother, her tiny shoulders shaking, her small hands gripping
the fabric of Mama Puppy’s dress. She hiccups between sobs, her face pressed into Mama’s belly,
as if she’s trying to hold onto something she’s never dared to before.

Security. Warmth.

A place where she can be a kid, even if just for a moment.

Mama Puppy doesn’t say anything right away. She just holds Gigi, one hand resting on her head,
the other rubbing soft circles on her back.
 After a while, Gigi sniffs loudly and pulls back, rubbing her puffy eyes with her sleeve.

"Neither you nor your mom are alone, we'll always have your back."

"My husband, me, other moms and dads, other kids..."

"I'm sure that even my little baby will love to meet you once the time comes."

"For now...wash your face and come back."

"We promise we won't eat your food, right, Fuwawa?~"

"BAU BAU!"

[What is a sister?]

[Someone that is always there, no matter what.]

Chapter End Notes

I started crying while writing the ending of this chapter.

...poverty really makes us all strong, doesn't it?

 The Ancient Automaton.
Chapter Summary

The final wait, the final moments before the baby is born.

This time, it will be Fuwawa to one who is babysit, by none other than the last member of
Justice.

One that has seen many things.

Chapter Notes

Alright...second to last chapter of the first part of the fanfiction.

With all members introduced, the only one left to introduce...would be Mococo, hahahahahah.

12 hours before the baby is born, where are Mommy and Daddy?

Dreams are so beautiful because they're completely free. Everyone can dream and can dream
whatever their hearts desire.

Sleeping makes way to a world of fantasy, full of your greatest joys, and sometimes your greatest
fears...

What is Fuwawa dreaming? It is unknown for anyone else, all that they see is Fuwawa...kicking
and whimpering while her eyes are shut down and dry.

She is slightly moved left and right, to stir her awake.

Let's begin.

"H-HAEH?"

"HAH? H-Hah...?"

"Good morning, Miss Fuwawa."

Last, but not least.

 Cecilia Immergreen, the Ancient Automaton. The last member of Justice, with a personality that
seems soft and always helpful, curious about the intricacies of life but always intelligent to
understand them in mere seconds. A grown up body dressed in green, almost like an old teenager or
a young adult, which makes complete contrast with the children that supposedly compose her
friend group.

Elizabeth, Gigi, Raora, are they really her friends? But they're just...children.

Joints instead of bones, plastic instead of skin.

...her age a number long forgotten.

Fuwawa: "C-Cecilia?"

"...BAU, BAU BAU BAU BAU!"

"GRRRR~"

Cecilia: "Do not worry, I have come to serve you."

"Elizabeth told us that everyone at Justice should help you in any way possible, and thus it shall
be."

"I was asked to babysit you while your parents are at the hospital, and it will be my pleasure to do
so."

Fuwawa: "W-what?!"

"At the hospital?"

"What happened? W-why are they going to-"

Cecilia: "Your mother's...tummy, it started hurting."

"Which meant that the baby is coming."

Fuwawa’s heart starts racing. She scrambles out of bed, her blankets tumbling to the floor.

Fuwawa's paws grip the blanket as her ears twitch wildly.

Fuwawa: "THE BABY IS COMING, T-THE BABY!"

"QUICK, TAKE ME TO THE DOGTOR, I NEED TO SEE IT-"

Cecilia: "Children are not allowed to be near in these cases, we would only be wasting time."

"Do not worry, they'll come here after the ordeal is done."

"Your mommy, your daddy...and the baby."

"Understood?"

Fuwawa stops, her tail stiff behind her, her breathing heavy.

She doesn’t like this. She doesn’t like waiting.

Her little sister is coming right now, and she’s supposed to just sit here?

Her paws clutch the blanket tighter. She feels so small. So useless.

Fuwawa: "B-but what if something happens?"

"What if she needs me?"

Cecilia kneels in front of her, her artificial green eyes unblinking but gentle.

Cecilia: "Your mother and father are more than capable."

"Your role is to be patient."

Patient.

That word makes Fuwawa’s ears flatten.

Fuwawa: "...how long until the baby comes home?

Cecilia: "That I do not know."

"It could be hours, it could be days, maybe weeks."

"When a baby is born, they check their vitals, their reactions, their senses, key components."

"Once everything is okay, everyone goes back home."

Cecilia's vision of time is wildly distorted.

For her, days are seconds, weeks are mere minutes. She doesn't know that she is stressing Fuwawa
by mentioning such wide amounts of time.

Time is something that Fuwawa has, but not something that she wants to give.

TIME. TIME. TIME.

Everything takes so much time...

Fuwawa's ears twitch rapidly, her paws tightening into small, restless fists.

Hours. Days. Weeks.

Her chest tightens. The words swirl in her head, a storm of waiting, waiting, waiting.

She doesn’t like waiting.

She doesn’t like being alone.

Fuwawa: "WEEKS?!"

"B-but I want to see my mommy and daddy! I want to see the baby!"

"Take me to the hospital, Cecilia!"

Cecilia: "I cannot do that."

"We must wait here."

Fuwawa lets go, her paws trembling.

She doesn’t want to cry. Puppies shouldn’t cry.

She swallows hard, ears drooping. "But what if..."

She doesn’t want to say it.

What if something goes wrong?

What if they don’t come back?

 What if she never gets to see her little sister?

Cecilia watches her carefully, studying the way her expression shifts.

Then—

Cecilia: "...do not cry, Fuwawa."

"Everything will be okay, everyone, from Doctors to Nurses, to your Daddy, everyone is making
sure that your Mommy can bring the baby safe."

"You'll see that...after a while...things start happening faster and faster..."

"That what matters is that you just enjoy yourself while they happen."

An automaton with a heart, how strange.

What has she lived, that have led her to become full of warmth?

A servant that has learned to become more, and has become someone that knows how to...love.

Fuwawa sniffles, rubbing at her face.

Fuwawa: "D-do you have baby sisters, Cecilia?"

Cecilia: "..."

"I...I guess I do, Miss Fuwawa."

"My creator made more automatons after making me."

"Those...those would be my younger brothers and sisters."

But this is an incomplete explanation, product of her incomplete mind.

Time has passed, and everything has become a blurry image, shapes that do not take any form.

She saw other automatons, barely remembering a few that caught her attention, but everything else
is so...unknown.

...she doesn't even remember her creator.

Fuwawa: "What games did you play with your baby sisters?"

Cecilia: "...I..."

"We played so many games...that I do not remember."

"I-I have so many brothers and sisters...that is hard to remember, heheheheh~"

(...I feel bad, lying to a child.)

(But the other choice is even worse, it is having to explain that I never had a family, that after
production is done, we all get sent to do our jobs...)

(Never feeling love, never seeing our siblings.)

(Why did I had to be programmed with feelings? What was my creator's intent?)

Fuwawa: "Ohhhh~"

"And what games did you play with your daddy?"

Cecilia: "KH..."

Cecilia's voice catches in her throat. A hesitation, a small flicker of something in her artificial green
eyes.

Daddy...

Her mind races through an empty database, searching for a memory that does not exist.

A father. A creator. A presence.

Nothing.

Just fragments of commands, blueprints, and an endless void of tasks completed long ago.

Cecilia's fingers twitch slightly, as if trying to grasp onto something—anything.

What would it have been like?

Would he have held her hand?

Would he have taught her how to run, how to laugh?

 Would he have patted her head when she did well?

The silence stretches too long.

The automaton straightens, her usual serene smile returning—forced, but unreadable to the child
before her.

Cecilia: "I remember my father well."

Lie.

Cecilia: "He was a very busy man, but..."

"He must have played with me, once or twice."

Lie.

Cecilia: "Perhaps he taught me how to walk."

"Maybe even told me a bedtime story."

Lie.

She doesn't know. She will never know.

But Fuwawa's eyes light up, wagging her tail once more.

Fuwawa: "That’s so nice!"

"Daddies are the best, right?"

Cecilia: "...Yes. The best."

Even if she doesn't remember him.

Even if she doesn't know if he ever truly loved her.

She decides, in this moment, that she will believe it anyway.

Fuwawa: "How did your baby sisters look like?"

"Like you?"

Cecilia: "Oh-uhmm..."

"While I lived with my father...I saw different models."

"Some looked like me, some smaller, some taller."

"Some big and strong, some..."

"Quite cute."

Fuwawa: "Ooooh~"

"Family game nights must be super long!"

Cecilia: "We make do, heheheheh~"

"Despite the distance, what matters is that we hold each other in our hearts."
Fuwawa: "Do your miss your sisters?"

Cecilia: "I do feel sad...about not being able to meet them."

Fuwawa: "Why can't you see them?"

Cecilia: "T-their jobs."

Fuwawa: "What jobs?"

Industry, metalurgy, servitude.

Burning their hands when treating molten metal, surviving extreme ice just to get valuable
resources, dealing with those jobs that others do not want to take.

And war.

Cecilia’s artificial throat tightens, a strange sensation for something that does not need to breathe.

She cannot tell a child about the life of an automaton.

About siblings she might have had—who never got to wonder about "family game nights" because
they were too busy being dismantled, destroyed, discarded.

Fuwawa tilts her head, waiting.

Waiting for an answer.

Cecilia swallows the truth like a glitch in her code.

Cecilia: "They have important duties."

Fuwawa: "Ooooh, like you?"

Cecilia: "...Yes. Like me."

How many of her ‘siblings’ were still out there? How many had long since stopped functioning?

She does not know. She does not want to know.

Fuwawa smiles.

Fuwawa: "So we're both big sisters! Heheheheh~"

Cecilia: "In a certain way, we are."

"However...I never had the opportunity to see my siblings as babies."

"The first baby I took care of...was Elizabeth."

Cecilia had found her home in the Bloodflame family, taking care of the newborn Elizabeth Rose.

Ten years have passed since then, a blink for Cecilia...but more than an entire lifetime for the
people around her.

Gigi, Raora, Elizabeth...her friends, the ones she spents her evenings with.

Shiori, Nerissa, Bijou, Fuwawa...her supposed rivals, the ones she reprimends for the mischief they
cause.

Even if we combined their ages, it wouldn't be one one thousandth of Cecilia's lifespan...

Yet, she lowers herself to them, as if she were a child.

Fuwawa: "Cecilia..."

"If you're a grown up, why do you play with Justice?"

Cecilia blinks, her artificial green eyes processing Fuwawa’s words carefully.

Why does she play with Justice?

She could answer logically.

 She could say that she was simply following orders—Elizabeth’s request, as part of her duty.

She could say that it is practical—her knowledge, her experience, her strength, all of it serves to
protect and guide them.

But that wouldn’t be the truth.

Instead, Cecilia exhales—a habit she does not need, but one she has learned from watching others
ease their thoughts.

"It's fun."

"When I am with them, I feel something warm."

"Something that tells me—this is where I belong.”

She pauses, the weight of her own words settling.

Fuwawa: "And..."

"When we were...super enemies who fought in the park and barked at each other..."

"Did you hate us?"

She tilts her head, offering a gentle smile.

Cecilia: "It's all child's play."

"When your group and Elizabeth's group shouted and argued, you can see that I don't say a word
nor do anything, unless it's to separate you when you actually start fighting."

"Because I see it how it is...two groups of friends settling their differences in the way they know
how."

"Elizabeth might call you evildoers or thugs or bad kids, trying to uphold her own Justice..."

"But once we are alone, she spends her entire night talking about how fun it is to be with you all..."

"Be with Shiori, be with Nerissa, be with Bijou, be with you, Fuwawa."

"We love you...in our own way."

 Fuwawa's ears twitch. Her tail sways uncertainly, betraying the flurry of emotions within her.

She scrunches her nose, trying to process Cecilia’s words.

Justice… loves them?

Even after all the fights? All the barking? All the dramatic proclamations about “vanquishing evil”?

Her paws tighten on the blanket again.

Fuwawa: “G-guh…”

She hesitates.

Something warm swells in her chest—something confusing.

She was supposed to be Justice’s rival. They were supposed to battle forever, trading barks and
howls across the playground, never truly winning or losing. That’s just how it was.

So why does this feel so…

So nice?

Fuwawa sniffs. She shakes her head violently, trying to suppress the strange, tingling feeling rising
in her throat.

Fuwawa: "If you love us, then why do you always help Elizabeth chase us around?"

Cecilia: "Because that is how Elizabeth expresses her love."

Fuwawa: "By calling us criminals?"

Cecilia: "By playing with you."

"She wants you to do good, not understanding that there are many forms of being good people."

"She cares for you deeply, that small difference between her age and yours making her think of
herself as a...grown up, an older sister for us all."

Fuwawa: "C-can you tell Lizzie...that we're actually good girls?"

"That everyone at Advent is a good girl?"

Cecilia: "I'll let her know."

Silence settles between them for a moment. The room feels too still, too quiet.

Fuwawa’s mind drifts back to her parents. To the hospital. To her little sister.

She shifts on her paws, fidgeting.

Fuwawa: "Cecilia?"

Cecilia: "Mhm?"

Fuwawa: "What about the stork?"

"The stork is the one who will bring my baby sister home, what if Mommy and Daddy are not
around when the stork comes?"

Cecilia: "That's why your mommy and daddy went to the hospital."

"When a mommy's tummy starts hurting, it is a signal that the stork had some...complications on
it's arrival, and that they need to pick up the baby on the hospital."

"The weather is cold right now, the stork must have gotten chills~"

White lies are something that Cecilia learned very late on in her life.

Aren't lies bad? Don't they hurt people? People lying to each other...for a good intent? That's
preposterous!

But one day she understood, sometimes it's good to form a fantasy, an ideal...

Fuwawa's eyes shine bright, signal that this fantasy is making her happy.

Her mommy and dad...working together with the stork, how wonderful.

Fuwawa’s tail sways gently, a rhythmic motion that matches the rise and fall of her breathing. The
warmth of Cecilia’s words lingers in her chest, like a soft blanket wrapped around her heart.
 She nuzzles into the pillow, her ears twitching slightly.

Fuwawa: "Then...my mommy and daddy are bringing hot chocolate to the stork?"

Cecilia: "Most definetly."

"Speaking of..."

"Would you like some for breakfast? We have to start the day and prepare everything while they're
away."

In the dim morning light that spilled in like a secret, Fuwawa’s mind churned with thoughts that
were far too big for her tiny frame.

Every detail—the rumble of the refrigerator, the clink of dishes, even the faint hum of the heating
system—seemed to underscore the waiting, the uncertainty, the palpable longing for family.

The morning turns into afternoon, and the afternoon into night.

Time seems to stop, for nothing happens except for the eternal wait.

It is time for the puppy to sleep, and for the automaton to tell her a story to help her do so.

"Once upon a time, in a place far from here, there was a little star that was not yet ready to shine.

"She was small, so very small, and the sky above her was vast and endless."

"She wanted to twinkle like the others, to glow and sparkle so that those below would see her. But
no matter how hard she tried, her light would not come."

"But then...a bigger star appeared beside her."

"This star was warm and strong, its light bright enough to be seen from far, far away."

"And when the little star shivered in the cold of the night, the big star wrapped her in its glow."

"Did the little star get to shine?"

"One day, she did."

"Not because she tried harder, not because she forced herself to burn brighter."
"But because, as she grew, she realized something—her light was always there, just waiting for the
right moment to be seen."

"And the big star never left her side, not even for a second."

"...Is my baby sister a little star too?"

“She is,”

“And you... you will be her big star.”

“Then I’ll shine really, really bright,”

Her tail gives one last, tiny wag before stilling completely.

Cecilia stays by her side, long after her breathing evens out, long after the weight of sleep fully
takes over.

And when the night deepens, when the quiet hum of the house is all that remains, Cecilia lifts her
gaze to the ceiling.

To the stars she cannot see.

To the ones she left behind.

And she wonders—

Who, if anyone, had ever been her big star?

February 2nd, 1 AM.

Not too far away, there are cries, cries without tears.

They are loud, and everyone around opens their eyes wide, in surprise and shock.

Those that hear the cries start crying too, but of happiness and joy.

Two young adults share a kiss, they have done it.

A phone call. A father’s voice, thick with exhaustion but carrying something new, something
lighter.

Relief. Joy.

Cecilia closes her eyes. A smile lingers on her lips.

Mococo Abyssgard is born.
 The Demon Guard Baby
Chapter Summary

24 hours since her birth, the new puppy is allowed to go home with her mommy and daddy.

And there is one little person waiting for her: Her big sister.

Chapter Notes

And with this, we finish Part 1.

Uploads will not be every two days anymore, since I have other fics to attend to, but I'll make
sure to update often since this has been a fun fun fanfiction to write. The rest of the fanfic will
be focused on the life and growth of none other than Mococo Abyssgard, the Fuzzy One.

See the end of the chapter for more notes

36 hours after the baby was born, it is time to go home.

50 centimeters long, 3.7 kilograms.

Her health is not only normal, but she seems to have a radiant pink in her cheeks that makes her
look beautiful.

She was named Mococo, meaning Fuzzy.

Pink clothes and a pink blanket cover her tiny body, she squirms and babbles, but doesn't seem to
be uncomfortable.

Mama Puppy is still short of breath, but her second rodeo was definetly better than the first, so
she'll be okay.

**SNIFF, SNIFF**

"A car!"
 "Mommy and Daddy have arrived!"

As she hears this, Cecilia leaves a small note on the kitchen, and exits through the back door.

The moment that is about to happen, while it makes her happy, it's not hers.

Time to return to her own family.

"Congratulations, I hope the best for you all, thank you for trusting me with Fuwawa."

- Cecilia Immergreen.

Fuwawa’s ears perk up, her tail wagging so quickly it’s a blur of golden fur. She doesn’t even wait
for anyone to tell her it’s okay—she’s already running, paws skidding across the floor as she bolts
toward the front door. The waiting, the anticipation, the endless hours of wondering—finally,
finally, it’s over.

Mama Puppy steps out first, moving slowly, carefully, but her eyes shine with quiet strength. She
looks tired, but there’s a glow about her, something soft and proud.

Papa Puppy follows, carrying the bags, but his eyes are fixed only on his family. His hands shake
just a little—whether from exhaustion or sheer overwhelming joy, it’s hard to tell. He looks at his
daughters, at the home they’ve built, and a quiet, awed smile crosses his lips.

"Look who it is~"

"You always have such a good sense of smell."

"Daddy!"

"I missed you a lot lot lot!"

She rushes to hug him, and he kneels to hug back.

 Papa starts tearing up a little, but of pure joy.

He had been worried for his wife, how would her body react to a second pregnancy, would
everything be okay?

But this is his good ending, the otaku father got his good ending.

"I missed you too..."

"But now everything is set..."

*sniff*

"Everything went okay..."

"Is Mommy holding...my baby sister?"

"Yup."

"Go and give her a kiss, she worked hard yesterday."

Fuwawa’s tail wags even harder, her heart nearly bouncing out of her chest.

She pulls away from Papa Puppy’s hug just enough to peek past him.

"Hello Mommy!"

*mwak*

"I missed you!"

 "I missed you too, dear."

"Mr. Ruffian would have been of great help yesterday, heheheh~"

"...guess who?"

There, wrapped in soft pink, is Mama Puppy—her arms cradling something even smaller, even
softer.

Fuwawa swallows, suddenly nervous. Her paws feel too big, her breath too loud. She steps forward
anyway.

...look at her...

The baby's ears are fluffy, just like hers.

The baby's hair is blonde, just like hers.

But everything else...is so small, is so unique.

One, two, three steps, until she gets a good look...of the person that she will love the most in this
world.

"Her name is Mococo, your baby sister."

The name rings in her ears like a lullaby, soft and warm, wrapping around her like the blankets that
swaddle the tiny pup.

She takes another step forward, then another, until she’s right beside Mama Puppy.

By pure instinct, her nose twitches, and she starts smelling her.

She smells like cotton and shampoo, it is...nice, it is heavenly...

But the surprise is bigger when the baby's nose starts twitching too. In her first day of life, she uses
what she has to recognize who will be her big sister.

Fuwawa’s tail thumps against the floor, her chest swelling with something she can’t quite put into
words.
 “She’s smelling me too…” Fuwawa whispers, eyes wide with wonder.

She swallows, feeling something warm bloom in her chest.

Slowly, carefully, she leans in, pressing the lightest, gentlest kiss on Mococo’s forehead.

Soft. Warm.

Mococo lets out the tiniest, sleepiest squeak, her little hands stretching for a moment before curling
back into fists.

Fuwawa's imagination wanders around, thinking about everything that they will do together,
everything that they will be together.

fuwawa abyssgard, mococo abyssgard, mococo abyssgard, and fuwawa abyssgard (hololive and
1 more) drawn by blanco026

"C-can I grab her?"

"Alright, but let me help you..."

Mother, daughter and baby.

Mama Puppy carefully places the blanket in Fuwawa's arms, and slowly, very slowly, starts moving
her hands out of the way...

Fuwawa's legs start shaking, of pure...pure...happiness.

She is too much like her father sometimes...especially in those moments of emotion.

Her tiny heart bursts...and she cries of joy for the first time in her life.

It's an emotion that she doesn't understand. Why are tears coming out, if she feels so happy?

Why cannot she say a word, if she wants to say so much?

What is this new feeling called...?

Mama Puppy watches with the softest smile, her own eyes shimmering. She lifts a gentle hand,
brushing away Fuwawa’s tears with the back of her fingers.

"Are you happy to see her?"

Fuwawa blinks through her tears, staring down at the tiny, sleeping face in her arms. Mococo’s
little nose twitches once more before she nestles deeper into the blanket, completely at peace.

Love.

It’s different from the love she has for Mama and Papa. Different from the excitement she feels
when playing or the warmth of bedtime cuddles.

"I...I'M HAPPY..."

*hic, hic*

"I LOVE HER SO MUCH, MOMMY..."

"I LOVE MY BABY SISTER~"

*hic*

"SHE IS SO CUTE~"

Fuwawa holds Mococo closer, gently rocking her.

The baby extends her arms to yawn, the warmth of her older sister making her even sleepier.

Her fingernails are pink, unlike Fuwawa's soft blue.

Mococo doesn't say a word, she just breathes...

But it's like every breath is a response to Fuwawa's words.

Her baby sister.

Hers to protect.

Hers to love.

A new, tiny whimper comes from the bundle in her arms, and Fuwawa panics for a second—did
she do something wrong? But then, Mococo stretches again, her mouth opening in a silent yawn.
Her eyelids flutter for just a moment… before she nestles even deeper into Fuwawa’s warmth.

A sleepy sigh. A peaceful expression. A silent trust.

 Fuwawa sniffles again, her tail still wagging, though slower now, softer.

"M-MY FRIENDS NEED TO MEET HER..."

*SNIFF*

"THEY'LL BE SUPER HAPPY..."

"L-let's do that later, baby..."

"I just had...a big exercise."

"I'm going to take a nap..."

"Wait, wait, darling!"

"Let's take a picture first!"

"Fuwawa, grab your baby sister tight!"

"L-lemme grab my phone..."

Papa Puppy fumbles with his phone, his hands still a little shaky from all the emotions running
through him. He wipes his eyes quickly—he wants this picture to be perfect.

Mama Puppy leans in closer, resting her head against Fuwawa’s. Fuwawa, still holding Mococo as
if she were the most precious treasure in the world, shifts just a little so everyone can fit in the
frame.

Mococo stirs in her sleep, her tiny fingers grasping at the air until they find the edge of Fuwawa’s
fur. Even in her dreams, she’s holding onto her big sister.

Click!

The picture is taken. The moment is captured forever.

 "Yippee..."

"We did it, husband..."

"Now mommy is...going to sleep."

*yawn*

Papa enters the house first, hoping to thank Cecilia for the work done, but he finds no one.

He only finds the note and a piece of candy coloured green, a parting gift.

The young adult smiles, it is strange for an automaton to feel embarassment, but no matter...

"Seems like Cecilia left when we arrived."

"Awwww~"

"But she didn't get to meet the baby!"

"Don't worry, we'll invite friends and family to meet her once we're settled out."

"For now, let's let your mommy rest, she's SPENT."

"..."

Mama Puppy is already curled up on the couch, her chest rising and falling in deep, steady breaths.

She’s completely exhausted, but her face is peaceful, the softest smile still lingering on her lips.

Papa Puppy sighs softly, looking at his girls—one small, one even smaller.

His family. His whole world.

"Heh."

"Having fun holding your baby sister?"

 "Y-Yeah..."

"I...I don't wanna let go..."

"I wanna protect her...teach her how to bark, how to move her tail, how to use her sniffer,
how to play, how to..."

"Everything..."

Ah...there it is.

So that's what a big sister is, she finally understood.

She asked her friends and rivals, she asked the kids and the grownups...

But only when she held her precious baby, she finally knew.

She looked at Mococo’s soft little ears, the way they twitched in her sleep. Would she be able to
hear Fuwawa’s voice clearly one day? Would she recognize her laughter and know, just by
listening, that her big sister was nearby?

She looked at her tiny paws, so much smaller than her own. One day, those paws would learn to
run, to climb, to grab onto things with excitement. Would they reach for her when Mococo needed
help?

She looked at her peaceful little face, barely any expression beyond the soft rise and fall of sleep.
One day, those sleepy eyes would open wide with curiosity, and they would look at her—not just as
another person in the house, but as the one who would teach, protect, and love her no matter what.

That’s what a sister was.

A sister was someone who stayed by your side, through all the little moments of life—the first
steps, the first words, the first tears.

A sister was someone who held your hand when you were scared, and ran beside you when you
were excited.

A sister was someone who made sure you never had to face anything alone.

Fuwawa sniffled, wiping at her eyes again, but she couldn’t stop smiling.

She would be all of that for Mococo.

She would teach her how to chase butterflies, how to sniff out the best snacks, how to wag her tail
just right when she was excited.

She would show her how to jump into the biggest piles of pillows, how to spin in circles until she
was dizzy, how to play pretend and go on grand adventures without ever leaving their backyard.

And when Mococo was scared—when the thunder rumbled too loudly, or the dark corners of the
room seemed too big—Fuwawa would be there. She would hold her close, whisper silly stories to
 make her giggle, and promise that everything would be okay.

And when she cried—whether over a scraped knee or a broken heart—Fuwawa would wipe her
tears, just like Mama Puppy was doing for her now.

She would be there, always.

Because that’s what a sister was.

Fuwawa held Mococo just a little tighter, feeling the gentle rise and fall of her breathing.

A part of her still felt small. She was young, and the world was big—so many things she didn’t
understand yet.

But one thing she knew for sure, deep in her heart, was this:

She would love Mococo forever.

What's a sister?

The best thing in the world.

Someone that loves no matter what.

Someone that makes the baby happy.

Someone that fights for Justice!

A life full of colour.

Someone that is always there no matter how bad it gets.

The biggest and brighest star.

Fuwawa Abyssgard is a big sister.

Chapter End Notes

WHY CAN'T I KNOW HOW TO DRAW?! I WANT TO SHOW NEWBORN BABY

MOCOCO BUT I CAN'T!!!
 The Great Gathering
Chapter Summary

The most powerful groups in the world (?) gather around Fuwawa's house to meet the new
baby.

Justice, just like that!

Chapter Notes

From the highest highs...to normal slice of life and comedy.

LET'S HAVE FUN!

3 days after the baby was born, her eyes have finally opened.

7 little girls and one young woman gather around a bed, they're the strongest and most powerful
young women...of their playground.

Adults talk in the background, about their...adult things, the meaning of everything unknown for
their little heads.

On the left side of the bed stood the troublemakers, the mischievous brats, the greatest criminal
organization in the entire world! (Or so they claimed.)

On the right side stood the defenders of righteousness, the upholders of justice, the fearless
protectors of peace! (Or at least, that’s what they liked to believe.)

The Demon Guard Puppy, The Great Archiver, The Demon of Sound, The Jewel of Emotions...

The Harbinger of Order, The Artist with God Eyes, The Chaser, The Ancient Automaton...

All in alliance to meet the newborn baby.

The Advent Group and the Justice Group, TOGETHER!

"...so this is my baby sister, Mococo!"

"Say Hi, Moco-chan!"

 Mococo blinked slowly, her brand-new blue eyes glimmering in the soft light of the room.

*g-guh...*

A tiny sound, somewhere between a squeak and a gurgle, escaped her lips.

The room falls silent...what language is that?

Shiori: "Huh...so THIS is a baby sister..."

"Gotta say, she looks exactly like you, Fuwawa."

"But like...tiny and squishy."

Shiori moves towards the bed, right into where the newborn is resting.

She slightly grazes Mococo's cheek, then pokes it for a bit, seemingly taking notes of the reaction.

One more chapter for her Archive.

Shiori: "And what can she do?"

Fuwawa: "Uhmmm..."

"She can...sleep...and...drink milk from my mommy...?

Shiori: "...that's not very useful."

Cecilia: "She is only three days old, Miss Novella."

"She will develop her skills later on in life, there is plenty of time."

"Be patient, and you'll have a great partner for your endeavors."
 It's Cecilia's turn.

She prefers not to touch Mococo, as her touch is cold and metallic, it could annoy her.

...but she looks, and she remembers well...

The other newborns she has seen, the other lives she has experienced.

How they come...and go...

Cecilia kneels, making eye contact with the newborn...

*g-gu-guh...*

"Hello..."

Cecilia's voice was soft, a whisper of centuries past. The room, previously filled with the chatter of
young girls, fell into a hush as the Ancient Automaton regarded the newborn with quiet reverence.

Mococo, tiny and warm, blinked up at her. For a moment, it seemed as if she understood something
beyond the grasp of the others.

Raora: "Bellissimo! Incredibile!"

"Can you make her yawn again? Her attributes look perfect when yawning!"

Cecilia: "I do not control the frequency in which babies yawn, Miss Raora."

"But I believe in your capacities, and I think you could draw a perfect portrait of her as it is."

Raora: "Hmmm, okay!"

"Facciamolo!"

Raora immediately dropped to the floor, pulling out her sketchbook and colored pencils from
seemingly nowhere.

She squinted at Mococo with the intensity of a master artist about to create a masterpiece.
 "The balance of her features… the proportions of her tiny hands…"

"Bellissimo! Such divinity in such a piccolissima form!"

Bijou: "Draw me next!"

Shiori: "Pff-"

"Yeah! Draw Beebs next, she is a baby too!"

Bijou: "I-I'M NOT A BABY!"

Shiori: "Oh yeah?"

"Try to get into the bed without help!"

It's not that the bed is massive, Koseki Bijou is just THAT small.

She jumps, grabbing the edge...one...two...

She cannot do that last step to get right besides Mococo.

"Hgnnn..."

"HGNNNN!"

"NERISSA! HELP!"

The (second) youngest Ravencroft grabs Bijou by the waist and gives her the last push.

Side by side, Bijou is not that much bigger than Mococo.

"Thank you!"

.
 .

"Hi...my name is Bijou."

"..."

"..."

Bijou: "Shiori, why isn't the baby talking to me?"

Shiori: "Because she cannot talk yet!"

"Try something else!"

"Uhhmmmm..."

"I brought you a pebble..."

From her pocket, Bijou brings...a pet rock.

A pebble, the size of her hand, with googly eyes and a wide smile made of paper and glue.

Mococo looks at the Pebble...

And stretches, accidentally throwing the pebble to the floor.

"M-MY PEBBLE!"

Bijou gasped in horror as her beloved pebble tumbled off the bed and hit the floor with a soft clink.

But she cannot jump off the bed without hurting herself, so she only flails her hands around.

"I'LL TAKE IT!"

Have no fear, Gigi Murin is here.

The great chaser takes less than a second to grab the rock, climb the bed and return it back to Bijou.

Rarely the youngest members of their respective groups ever come together, but when they do...
 They look adorable.

Gigi: "There you go, Biboo!"

"Seems like your gift wasn't...ROCK SOLID!"

*HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH*

"No, but seriously, what is this thing..."

"It looks like Fuwawa but bite sized..."

Fuwawa: "Don't eat my baby sister, Gigi!"

Gigi: "Oh, RUDE!"

"I'll have YOU know...I had a great breakfast this morning!"

*HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH*

Gigi's laughter is incredibly contagious, so much so that Bijou cannot help but laugh herself.

And as she laughs, her power activates.

The Jewel of Emotions is happy, so everyone will be happy.

Including the baby.

*e-eheh...*

The room fell silent.

Every girl turned their head toward the source of the tiny, breathy giggle.

Mococo.

Her tiny mouth had opened just a little, and the softest, most delicate sound had come out.

Nerissa: "...it sounded exactly like Fuwawa's laugh."

Fuwawa: "HOEH?!"

Shiori: "YEAH! One hundred percent!"

"Gigi, make her laugh again!"

Gigi: "Uhhh..."

"Bogos binted?"

Silence.

Mococo's smile depends on the Jewel of Emotions, and Bijou ain't laughing.

Cough, cough, woosh~

Gigi: "Tough crowd."

*HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH*

As the noise settles, Gigi's grin becomes a warm smile.

She becomes infatuated with the newborn, as everyone is.

Her loud heartbeat calms down, almost aligning with Mococo's breaths.

Instead of her usual shouts, instead of her usual jokes, she just whispers...

"Hi...baby..."

"My name is Gigi Murin..."

"You kinda look like my mascot Grem..."

"Grem is a tiny lizard...salamander thingy...super small and cute like you..."

"I found her on the park, she was about to get eaten by a bird..."

"Would you get eaten by a bird, Mococo? I bet not, you look super strong..."
 Gigi talks about her hopes and dreams, about how life will be once they all grow up.

About school, about games, about anime and movies.

And Mococo...just stares, her ears fluttering with every word, as if she understood perfectly.

Three days of life, and she already shares an identical trait with her big sister.

They both know how to listen.

Nerissa: "What...what is she doing?"

Shiori: "Is she chatting with the baby?"

Fuwawa: "It's more like yapping..."

Bijou: "SHE'S TRYING TO CONVINCE HER TO JOIN JUSTICE!"

Gigi: "I wasn't-"

*O-HOHOHOHOHO!*

Elizabeth: "Delightful job, Gigi!"

"With your eloquent talking, this newborn baby will be a member of Justice in no time!"

"Justice!"

Raora and Gigi: "Just like that!"

Cecilia: "Just like that."

Fuwawa: "NOEH!"

"She is my baby sister, which means that she'll play with me and my friends!"

Shiori: "And it's not like Moco-chan would ever want to play with boring girls like you four."

"Would you like to play with cool girls like us, or with boring girls like them, Moco-chan?"

*g-guhh...*

"See? Advent for life!"

Elizabeth: "Babies can't talk! You're just acting like she does!"

"And it doesn't matter if she is Fuwawa's sister! We have to prevent her from becoming evil!"

Cecilia: "Elizabeth, what did we talk about?"

Elizabeth: "..."

"W-we have to prevent her from becoming silly..."

"Sorry..."

Cecilia: "That's better."

"Well, if I may give my opinion, it is too early to decide what group will she join, isn't it?"

"Her eyes still do not recognize colours nor forms, much less allegiances."

Nerissa: "My baby brother already knows how to use his hands and how to fly~"

Cecilia: "He is of a different species, a Ravencroft."

"I suggest we let Mococo take a good rest, look at her yawn..."

In her pink blankets, in her pink pajamas, she looks so regal...

A newborn baby that managed to unite swore rivals into protecting her, caring for her, loving her...

Mococo opens her blue eyes once again, and starts moving her tiny fingers, as if scratching the air.

Shiori: "Oh, I know!"

"Let's put something on her left and on her right to see which one she chooses!"

"THAT will be her group!"

Cecilia: "Miss Novella, I just told you."

"She cannot recognize colours nor forms yet-"

Elizabeth: "Let me take care of this, Cecilia."

"...YOU'RE ON!"

"I'll put my trustful, valuable and POWERFUL sword Thorn on her right side!"

The plastic sword is even bigger than the baby, it looks utterly ridiculous, but it may have the
biggest chances of winning.

Shiori: "Then on her left side, I'll put my...uhhh..."

"My magnifying glass, yeah!"

"Go Team Advent...?"

As the room holds its breath, all eyes are locked on Mococo, the tiny judge of this grand contest.

Mococo’s tiny fingers flex in the air. She yawns, stretches her little arms… and then—

She does nothing.

She closes her eyes, and goes back to her realm of dreams.
Nerissa: "...did she go back to sleep?"

Gigi: "Aw, come on! Are you kidding me?"

"Boring!"

"Let's go, Biboo!"

Gigi jumps off the bed, and extends her arms to catch Bijou.

However, Bijou is a little nervous, she is the type of girl that wants to get up without knowing how
to get down.

"...Biboo?"

"...it's scary..."

Nerissa: "Oh, let me do it."

"Come here, Bijou!"

Biboo: "It's scary, Nerissa..."

Nerissa: "Yeah yeah, I know."

"But it's okay, we'll catch you!"

"Just move slooowly while we grab you."

The Jewel of Emotions is anxious and afraid, which turns everyone around her anxious and afraid.

Mococo starts squirming, this is the first time in her tiny life that she feels this...uncomfortable
sensation.

As Nerissa grabs Bijou by the waist, Bijou moves her hands to grab onto something, anything...
 But she commits a cardinal sin.

For a milisecond, less than a blink, she grabbed Mococo's tail.

And they will learn not to do that...in the worst way possible.

"HOP!"

"There we go."

"See? It wasn't that bad."

"T-thanks, Nerissa..."

*G-GUHHHH...*

*hic*

*BWAAAAAA~*

*BWAAAAAA~*

For the first time in their lives, all eight present hear the cries of a newborn baby.

And it sends them all into a PANIC.

Mococo’s wails echoed through the room, her tiny hands clenching into fists as her face scrunched
up in distress.

This is Fuwawa's first test as a big sister-

She tries to jump to bed, but she is too tiny. All other girls are moving all around the place
searching for ways to calm Mococo, but they're not helping at all.

Cecilia leans in to caress Mococo but it is just like she predicted, her metalic touch only makes
Mococo even more uncomfortable.

...Bijou and Gigi start to whimper too, it is like a chain reaction among the youngest.

What to do, what to do?

That's when Fuwawa...thinks.

Toddlers can remember events for months or years, but their memories are often unorganized and
random.
 But if she gets to remember just the right thing...she'll win.

That day with Nerissa, that chat she had with Aradia and Malpha...

Aradia, Aradia...

("But what matters the most is...kid, let your parents take care of it.")

("If the baby starts crying just call your mom and dad, don't try to solve things by yourself.")

("We tried giving Nerissa milk once and we ended up cooking some white crap that looked
nothing like milk.")

BINGO!

Fuwawa sprints towards the hall, and with all the energy left in her small lungs, SHOUTS.

"MOMMY~"

"DADDY~"

"THE BABY IS CRYING!"

For a moment, silence.

Then—

THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP

Footsteps. Big footsteps.

Faster than a lightning bolt, the parents arrived.

EVERY. SINGLE. ONE OF THEM.

Mama and Papa Puppy, Momseki and Dadseki, Mamarissa Ravencroft, Gigi Mama, Mamma
Panthera, even the Queen Mother.

It was like Fuwawa's screams awoke the paternal instincts of everyone around.

The girls, who just moments ago had been the fiercest warriors of righteousness and chaos,
suddenly reverted back into the terrified little kids they truly were.
Mama Puppy: "Oh dear..."

"What happened?"

Fuwawa: "B-Biboo accidentally touched Moco-chan's tail..."

Papa Puppy: "Ugh, I detest when someone touches my tail, can't imagine the baby..."

Bijou, still being held by Nerissa, was practically vibrating in fear.

The Jewel of Emotions was feeling overwhelmed, and her power made everyone else feel just as
panicked.

Bijou: "I'm...ssssorry..."

Momseki: "Baby..."

"You got up but couldn't go down, right?"

"Thank you for holding her, Nerissa."

Queen Mother: "Hmmm..."

"Darling, did you put your Thorn right besides the baby?"

"That isn't wise, don't you think?"

Elizabeth: "...I'm sorry, mother."

Queen Mother: "Just be careful to let your...weapons...be grabbed by small children."

"What about you, Cecilia?"

Cecilia: "My cold touch only made the baby angrier, madam."
Queen Mother: "Ah, what a shame."

Mamma Panthera: "Raora!"

"Cosa ti ho detto riguardo al comportarti con giudizio e calma?" (What did I tell you about
behaving judiciously and calmly?)

"Sicuramente sei stato tu a spaventare il bambina!" (Surely it was you who scared the little girl!)

Raora: "Non ero io, stavo solo disegnando!" (It wasn't me, I was drawing!)

Mamma Panthera: "Drawing drawing, get outta here!"

Gigi Mama: "All kids, out of the room!"

"The grown ups will take care of it."

Fuwawa’s ears twitched as she pressed herself against the door, straining to listen. The muffled
voices of the parents hummed on the other side, calm and soothing, a stark contrast to the chaos
from before.

Then—slowly, softly—the cries began to fade.

A long moment passed.

And then, finally…

Silence.

Fuwawa let out a deep breath she hadn’t realized she was holding.

"...my baby sister is asleep..."

Gigi: "THEN LET'S BE QUIET!"

Fuwawa: "Gigi!"
Gigi: "...then let's be quiet..."

Bijou calms down, which releases a calming aura all around her.

Okay...okay...it was just a scare...

That was...scary...

Cecilia: "What can you learn from this experience, children?"

Nerissa: "...that Mococo isn't like my baby brother?"

Shiori: "That babies do not like making choices?"

Gigi: "Oh oh oh!"

"That babies are loud!"

Cecilia: "There are moments in life that don't go like we expect."

"And the best is to have someone that can help you when you're falling apart."

"Just as you all have your groups, and even your rivals..."

"Even the adults have their friends. Can you hear the small chat that your parents are having?"

"Friendship can get you far, especially in your worst days."

"...you did a great job, Fuwawa."

Fuwawa’s ears twitched at the praise, her tail wagging slightly.

She felt warm inside, proud in a way she had never quite felt before.

She had protected her baby sister. Not with swords or magnifying glasses, not with big
declarations of justice or crime, but by doing exactly what she was supposed to do.

She had called for help.

And it had worked.

 .

After a few short seconds pass, Mama Puppy opens the door with Mococo on hand.

"Shhhh..."

"She's trying to sleep..."

"...do you girls wanna go somewhere...?"

"Elizabeth's mother is paying~"

"Y-yeah...!"

"Great...I'll stay here with the little pup."

"She probably took a liking for you all, you're all great friends..."

"Now come and give the pup a little kiss before you go."

Shiori: "Mwak!"

"I love you, Mococo!"

Nerissa: "Mwak~"

"I love you, Mococo."

Bijou: "Mmmmmwak~"

"I love you, Mogogo!"

Elizabeth: "Mwak~"

"I love you, little pup."

Raora: "Purr..."

"Ti amo, piccolina!"

Gigi: "MMMMMMMWAK!"

"I loves you, Mogo-chan!"

Cecilia: "Mwak."

"I love you, little child."

Fuwawa stepped forward last, staring down at her tiny baby sister, now snug in Mama Puppy’s
arms.

Mococo’s little nose twitched, her breath soft and steady, completely unaware of the chaos she had
just caused.

She leaned in, pressing her forehead ever so gently against Mococo’s tiny head.

“Mwak…”

Her whisper was softer than the others, more like a breath than a sound.

“I love you, Moco-chan.”

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