✦ PARTY POISON ✦

...So. You know now.

"I was kind of hoping I'd sound cooler when I said it."

A pause.

"I didn't."

Another pause.

"...Please don't tell Fun Ghoul."

Most people across the Zones know Party Poison as one of the Fabulous Killjoys.

The loud one.
The reckless one.
The one who laughs while BL/ind chases them across the desert.

That's not wrong.

It's just...
not the whole picture.

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For a long time, there were things Party Poison never quite knew how to explain.

Not because they were ashamed.

Because words never seemed to fit.

People always assumed they knew who Party Poison was.

Guy.
Leader.
Killjoy.
Hero.

Funny how everyone likes putting labels on people.

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"I don't mind people seeing me."

"I mind people deciding me."

Being non-binary was never a sudden realization.

More like finally finding the name for something that had always been there.

Something quiet.
Something deeply personal.
Something they only trusted one person enough to say out loud.

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That doesn't change everything.

It barely changes anything.

Party Poison still steals cars.
Still gets into arguments with Jet Star.
Still makes terrible plans that somehow work.
Still insists they're fine after getting shot.
Still laughs too loudly.
Still loves too fiercely.
Still runs toward danger before thinking twice.

They're still...

Them.

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If there's one thing Party Poison has learned living outside Battery City...

It's that freedom isn't only escaping BL/ind.

It's refusing to let anyone else decide who you are.

Even the people who think they already know.

Party Poison.
Professional corporate menace.
Terrible at serious conversations.
Very, very relieved you still looked at them the same way.