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oligoweee · 14 days

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I wrote this May 10th - May 11th but I'm posting it on the 12th cus I forgor but it's for Darko's birthday!

DARKO'S BIRTHDAY - DAWKO EGOS FAMILY DYNAMIC SHORT STORY

No trigger warnings :)

Six years had passed since Darko gained consciousness; being the youngest and newest Dawkego at the time, he got quite a bit of attention. However, it didn’t take very long before he fell into obscurity… Birthdays would go by uncelebrated aside from a small gift from Poopet but for the most part, he couldn’t remember a time where all his relatives actually celebrated his birthday. Considering Dawktrap’s birthday was a mere six days after his, it was quickly pushed to the side. The siblings all celebrated each other’s special days but never Darko’s. Although he wasn’t one to care very much, it was getting increasingly annoying; constantly being pushed to the side and forgotten about was taking a toll on him.

Today was no different. He spent most of the day inside his and Poopet’s gift box, his brother hadn’t even wished him a happy birthday before leaving to go do his chores which was odd… Maybe he was simply in a rush. But as the hours went by, and no one bothered to come see him, even after he had left his box and was visibly sulking, Darko called it an early night and retreated back to the box. Of course his siblings didn’t care, he wasn’t too shocked, his bond with them was quite strained due to how they treated him in the past but the fact even Poopet didn’t acknowledge his birthday was concerning. Had he done something wrong? Poopet was so close to him and always tried to spend time with him; especially when it was his birthday.

The other Dawkegos were all acting very odd the entire day… They were sneaking around and when they saw Darko, they’d panic and leave as quickly as possible. That was… unusual. Sure, he intimidated them every so often but them behaving like this was entirely different. Fed up with the day, and quite frankly wanting to cry, he pretended to go to bed, laying down with his eyes tightly shut but never actually drifting off into any slumber. Once Poopet had returned to the gift box for the night, Darko quickly snapped up, startling the half-puppet by accident. “Why didn’t you wish me a happy birthday, Po?” he asked, staring daggers into his older brother while keeping his fists clenched around his blanket.

“I- What!? It’s not your birthday yet, I would never forget that!” Poopet exclaimed, frowning as he approached his younger brother; but Darko decided to lay back down, pulling the blanket over his head. Poopet vacantly stared at him for a moment before shaking his head. “You’re six years conscious, not six years old, Dark. Chill.” he chuckled, climbing up the ladder of the bunk bed. The only response that came from the lower bunk was a low, muffled growl. It was his birthday, how could Poopet say he’d never forget and then forget!?

As the night went by, Darko had fallen asleep for a short while before he was urgently awoken by Poopet. Groaning, he gently smacked Poopet away from him before looking him dead in the eye. “What?” he grumbled, rubbing the tiredness from his eyes while still keeping uncomfortable eye contact with his older brother.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” Poopet shouted, playfully grabbing Darko by the collar and ushering him out of bed. Darko’s body stiffened up and he quite literally wanted to commit an act of violence upon his brother but shockingly kept his calm. Poopet was strangely hyper for Darko’s birthday… but it wasn’t even his birthday anymore, that was the day before! Nonetheless, Darko decided to just give in to whatever the half-puppet was doing as he pulled Darko toward the ladder. He wasn’t awake enough to process anything and was still sulking from the day before - which was his real birthday.

The two half-puppets climbed up the ladder and upon reaching the top, Poopet turned to face Darko and pulled a long strip of cloth out from his hoodie pouch, bringing it up toward the younger half-puppet’s face before being swatted at. “What the hell are you doing!?” Darko shouted, stepping away from Poopet as he instinctively reached into his own hoodie pouch to grab a knife that wasn’t there.

“Blinding you, obviously. Just go along with it, it’s fine!” Poopet stepped closer to Darko, tying the cloth around his eyes before putting an arm around his shoulders and walking him out of the room. Darko was barely compliant as the two walked to… wherever, he wasn’t very familiar with the place despite living in it for so long so he had no idea where his older brother was taking him, the directions were disorienting. Poopet kept his patience with his younger brother like he always had. Finally, they stopped walking and immediately Darko reached up to pull the blindfold off but was stopped by Poopet taking hold of his wrist.

“Just wait here for less than a minute, okay?”

A door opened and shut, Darko was left alone blindly standing… somewhere. Without hesitation, he lifted up the blindfold and looked around. The hallway he stood in was unfamiliar and quite frankly he couldn’t remember if he had ever been in this part of the house. He pressed his ear to the door and heard muffled whispers, his confusion increasing but also getting a slight excitement in him as he thought of what it might be. Footsteps quickly approached the door and he stepped back, pulling the blindfold down over his eyes and acting clueless.

The door opened. “Alright, come on in!” Poopet’s voice called out as he reached for Darko. The half-puppet pulled Darko into the unknown room, shutting the door behind the two. Counting down from three, on the last number Poopet tugged the blindfold off of his brother.

“Happy birthday, Darko!” Poopet shouted in unison with three other voices. Darko froze, his white eyes widened as they darted around the small, white walled room which had been set up with all sorts of red and black party decorations and a table containing a couple of gifts and a chocolate cake decorated with bright-red frosting that was spread to look like streams of dripping blood. Sitting at the table were his other siblings; Nightko, Showko, and Glamko. Dawktrap was… nowhere in sight; something Darko was thankful for. His father wasn’t there either but he typically wasn’t at any of the Dawkegos’ birthdays so it didn’t matter too much to him.

After gawking for a moment, Darko finally opened his mouth. “This… is for me?” he muttered, stepping toward the table. His siblings nodded in response to his question and ushered him to sit down.

“Thank you but… my birthday was yesterday.” he nervously laughed, sitting down as he started suddenly feeling intimidated due to being surrounded by a family he felt so distant from. As Poopet took a seat next to Darko, Glamko pointed at the eldest Dawkego.

“The party planner lost track of time and he knew it was your birthday yesterday but none of us were prepared yet,” Glamko began, causing the two half-puppets to look at him. “So, Darko, we spent the entiiire day yesterday putting everything together and whenever we saw you… well, some of us have a hard time shutting up -ahem, me- so we had to just avoid you at all cost. And then there was more trial and error but anyway, happy birthday! We also don’t talk about how this party was gonna be for your fifth year of consciousness. So it’s… a year and a day late party!”

“Ah, sounds like that was a delight, don’t worry about it. And… who are you again?”

“Erm… I’m Glamko! Glamrock Dawko, the one that does your makeup and actually made you look presentable for once?”

“Right, sorry,” Darko looked around the table, trying to think of what to say next. “Well, thank you, guys! I was quite upset yesterday, not gonna lie.”

The siblings were apologetic as Darko explained his feelings but it was short lived and they moved onto another topic; where Dawktrap was. Darko thought for sure that Dawktrap would have tried to ruin a party for Darko if the opportunity came about but shockingly it hadn't happened. Dawktrap wrote a card for Darko though and Poopet assured him that it wasn't a malice filled letter. Picking up the light-purple envelope, Darko opened it and pulled the card out. It was a generic birthday card with a blank inside aside from just a few words written in blue ink. The card read,

“Happy Birthday, old man =:)”

Darko let out a laugh as he looked at the words. “Pfft, he’s calling me an old man!? He’s the one possessed with the soul of uh… what do you guys call the FNAF killer? Peepaw Afton!” he said, closing the card and sliding it back into the envelope. “Well… tell ol’ Glitchy I said thank you. For once we’re not at each other’s throats, heh.”

After some small talk, Darko opened each of his gifts -with a black wolf plushie from Poopet being his favorite- before the five siblings indulged in the chocolate cake, Nightko having been the one that baked it and Glamko being the one that decorated it. Darko had a difficult time expressing how grateful he was for this party, he never had one before and thought he’d never get one in his life due to his reputation among his other siblings. Thus, today was a shocker, it even made him forget most of the violent traits that made him him and for the first time in forever, he spent the day with everyone with no issues and no Dawktrap to screw around with him.

Even if the party was a day late, it was the best birthday Darko ever had.

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