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Sickening. It was just so sickening, looking into a mirror and seeing a filthy, mortal human in the reflection. Joker could hardly stand it. "Bah," he muttered, "what is a human if not a hideous sack of meat, running on sugar and weak electricity?"
"Oh, enough with the griping," insisted Poisony, floating by in the long, flowing dress that Joker had sewn her. "It's for the sake of our baby. Besides, you know that once your power is restored, you'll be the perfect provider for our little Mukuro."
"Mukuro?" Joker asked. "Is that what you want to call her?"
"Of course." Poisony smiled evilly. "It's haunting. Deadly. And it fits perfectly with our other little girls."
"Yamiko, Maimiko, and Mukuro..." Joker mulled. "I like that." He dramatically flicked out cards between his fingers, fanning himself with them. "Mukurooooo~, my darling child~"
"Ah, you're in love with the name." Poisony ran a finger from Joker's forehead down to his lips before giving him a passionate kiss. However, when their lips parted, she felt a tiny finger drawing a line down the inside of her womb. Curious, she drew circles on her palm, and quickly, Mukuro responded by drawing her own little spiral. She couldn't help but giggle a little; it tickled.
"What are you laughing at?" Joker was confused.
"I think our Mukuro has learned a new trick," said Poisony. She allowed Joker to place his hands on her belly - something she rarely did anymore - and repeated the circling of her finger upon her palm. To Joker's amazement, he felt their baby drawing circles on the walls of her meaty prison. To any other parent, this would be concerning, and make them wonder what was wrong with their child. But to Poisony and Joker, it was bliss.
For this child was not human. She was a fusion of Bad and Dotsuku Energy, a hybrid between a wicked vampire and a heartless jester. Upon her first breath, she would awaken a new evil in the world that had never been seen before.
And every single Pretty Cure would be sorry for it.