Can you pls do a one where the reader is sweet and naive little sibling of Olivia Park and her relationship with her and Gwen
One of my favorite genres is psychological horror. Just a heads up, this gets a little dark. But what else do you expect from Knights Of Guinevere?
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Don't be down, don't be blue
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After Olivia lost her mother, the idea of father moving on never crossed her mind. Partly because he took the death so hard. He didn't remarry, but several affairs followed in the years that followed. You were technically illegitimate. Orville adored you nonetheless.
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Hush money took care of that little paramour. Olivia was too young to understand what happened. All she knew is that there was one more family member, and it made her feel less lonely.
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Despite being horrible people, the Park family had provided you a somewhat normal upbringing. Things were stable for years. From the outside, people saw a single dad raising two lovely children while also owning and operating Park Planet.
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Orville was an okay parent all things considered. He'd wait untill attractions were shut down for maintenance, and watch you two run off to play. Constantly bringing you new toys. ''For testing!" He'd say. Urging you to try and break it.
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Before allowing his own to play in the public areas, he made sure every ball pit was cleared out, jungle gyms sanitized, entire floors scrubbed clean. Just in case something ugly had been left behind.
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When Orville died, Olivia and you grew even closer. Shutting out most of the world in the process. The age difference between her and you is about ten years. Meaning when you were small, she was old enough to be your caretaker. Enabling plenty of habits that would take a lifetime to unlearn.
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Having the right last name opened doors most people couldn't dream of. Staff treated you favorably. Employees bent the rules for you constantly. Actually trying to be nice helped, too. By age, say, fourteen? Unrestricted access to the entre park had been given.
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Considering how Gwen was a gift for Olivia, don't be surprised if you get an android of your own. Dragons, knights, maybe even a unicorn. Anything you wanted. Anything except more royalty.
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As kids, Olivia would hover over you. Always watching over your shoulder. She still does. With the exact same blank expression she had as a child. Nothing ever seems to change. Papa did most of the talking, to the press and guests alike.
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You're just used to being seen and not heard. Off-putting to most (human) staff. The AI seemed indifferent. But that's fine, because it doesn't really matter.
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Olivia has this strange ability to know things she shouldn't. Ride maintenance schedules, security camera blind spots, what emergency doors are kept locked. Those kind things. Nobody knows how much you know. Frankly, it's better that way.
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Creative output became a escape instead of a paycheck. Unlike countless engineers who've been chewed up in the system. Olivia let you retreat into it, into the world your father created, bathed in starry nebula and shining lights.
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Years before he died, Orville built you a personal study designed to resemble an old observatory. After his passing countless hours were spent inside. Bent over a desk trying to keep your mind occupied. It worked. For better or for worse.
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Gwen loved keeping you company ...untill you took an interest in robotics. Similar to the toys you were always urged to break, you pushed the limits of any android you could get your hands on.
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Not Guinevere, though. Never in a million years. She's your friend! And if anyone but Olivia tried to fix her, there'd be heaven to pay.
