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Daire‘s story

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*This story is underneath my folder titled “Daire the icicle creature”. Gacha Club character designs are under my forum titled “My character designs<33[2]”. Enjoy!*

Introduction

SUMMER OF 1982

Daire stared out the car window, watching the trees roll by, listening to the buzz of the radio and the sounds of his friends talking. His girlfriend, Josie, held his hand affectionately.

They were off to the local amusement park, “Joyworld”, where much excitement and ice cream was to be had.

Yet, Daire had a nagging feeling deep within him, that told him something terrible would happen…

Perhaps he was just afraid of rollercoasters.

Chapter One

They were getting closer. He could see the blue gates of Joyworld in the distance.

Everyone in the car cheered, except for Daire. The strange something that nagged at him grew bigger.

But that was alright. He would have fun.

Chapter Two

A FEW MINUTES LATER

The four of them were standing in the center of Joyworld after having just parked the car. Crew, Mila, Josie, and Daire.

“I say that me and Mila explore a few rides while Josie and Daire do the same. We’ll meet up for lunch later. Does that sound good?” Crew asked.

The rest nodded, eager to explore what was out there.

“Alright, let’s go!” Crew said with a smile, clapping his hands together.

Crew and Mila went one way, Josie and Daire went another.

Chapter Three

“Let’s ride the roller coaster! Right now! Come on!” Josie said.

She let go of Daire’s hand and ran off to the towering, twisting, turning rollercoaster line.

Daire looked up at the fearsome height of the ride, taller than that of the Eiffel Tower. Well, in his eyes at least.

It wouldn’t kill him to try.

Chapter Four

AT THE ROLLERCOASTER

Daire strapped himself to the seat, swallowing down his fear. The man on the loudspeakers said in an insanely chipper, squeaky, helium-sounding voice:

“Get ready to have your stomachs turned over at THE TWISTED TURNER! OH YEAHHHH!”

Surely, with such buoyancy, there wasn’t anything to worry about. Right? Josie was excited, so he should be too.

Up the rollercoaster they went.

Chapter Five

As they got higher on the ride, Daire felt himself floating…going up…

“Daire!” Josie called out, attempting to grab his hand.

The air rushed to bring him up to the sky, away from the ride.

Nothing could hold him down.

Chapter Six

He was thrown higher and higher into the sky, into outer space, with the stars and galaxies.

Daire couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t move. Couldn’t do anything.

His body became cold, losing the lively, warming touch. He heard his skin crackling. An unknown, scratchy voice, as though covered in ice, whispered in his brain:

It’s natural to lose your soul.

Then, Daire plunged into the Earth, the stars and galaxies pushing him down with their burning fury.

Chapter Seven

Somehow, he landed back on the seat he was in. The ride was about to stop, to slow down.

“Daire? Are you okay?” Josie asked.

Daire turned to look at her, but couldn’t move his lips. They were too heavy to move, like a million bricks were holding them down.

Chapter Eight

Josie screamed, eyes wide with fright.

“Y-y-you’re frozen! Completely frozen!” Josie cried out.

Frozen? What the heck was that supposed to mean? How could anyone be frozen?

The passengers looked at him, those waiting gasped, and even the man getting everybody off the ride stared at him.

What happened to Daire?

Chapter Nine

“What’s going on with him?” The man asked in disbelief.

Daire couldn’t move his limbs, they were completely immobilized. Josie picked him up and carried him.

All the while, Daire thought: What is going on indeed!

Chapter Ten

Josie carried him as she ran off to Crew and Mila, who had finished with their rides of the day. They asked questions and glanced at Daire with frightful eyes. All agreed that they should all leave.

Daire felt himself slipping into darkness, but he wasn’t even closing his eyes.

Chapter Eleven

Daire was in the living room of his house, all alone. A disembodied voice whispered in the air:

“You are a demon, you must lose your soul.”

What was with all the talk about “losing a soul”? Who was the voice? What was going on?

An icy blue light formed in the middle of the room, morphing and materializing into…into…

Everything was going dark…black…fading…no…Daire…had…to…see…

Chapter Twelve

Daire woke up in the back of the car seat, Josie’s hand clutching his, a seatbelt secured over his body. Crew was driving, Mila was in the passenger seat.

“Where…are…we…going?” Daire asked. He found that he could move his lips, but they were heavy. His voice sounded raspy, deep within his throat.

“We’re taking you home. Maybe your parents can help.” Crew said.

Home? Why? He didn’t need to go home, he needed food!

Rich, smooth food filled with lovely blood that flowed down his body like the finest spring water in the world. Meat that was…forbidden and fresh.

Chapter Thirteen

“We’re here!” Mila beamed.

Outside of the car window was Daire’s house, where Dad sat on the front porch. He looked at Daire with frightened eyes.

Why?

Chapter Fourteen

Josie carried Daire to his Dad and left with their friends when they were alone. Daire stood still, his body gaining some level of movement, but still taking time to form.

“I never wanted you to find out, but…you’re a demon. You went to a theme park. Something shocking happened to trigger your demon side. Maybe a thrill ride, I don’t know. You lost your soul, so now you have to eat people. Crazy, right?” Dad said with a smile.

“What?!” Daire asked, his voice finally coming back.

Chapter Fifteen

“I said that you have to eat people. Did you hear me the first time?” Dad asked.

“Eat…people? But that’s wrong! It’s-“

“What you need to do to survive. Come along now, Mom is waiting for you.” Dad said.

Was that to be his new life? Eating people? Stealing the lives of innocents?

Chapter Sixteen

Daire followed Dad into their house and found Mom standing in the living room, completely frozen over, but looking healthy enough.

She grabbed both of them by the collars of their shirts and away they went.

Chapter Seventeen

“You see that? The woman on the street?” Mom asked.

She had taken the two of them to a street in their neighborhood, where a woman lay bleeding, dying, presumably from a car crash, nobody knew for sure.

“Yes. What about her?” Daire asked.

“We’re going to eat her.” Mom said.

“We’re going to eat a dying woman? Doesn’t that sound messed up?” Daire asked.

He didn’t want to eat a dying woman, she was already suffering badly enough!

“She’s going to die anyway. Life is messed up. Now, go eat.” Mom said.

Daire watched as his parents ran up to the woman and feasted on her weak body. She didn’t have any strength to scream, only watched in petrified horror as they sunk their teeth into her feeble flesh.

How can they live like this? Daire thought, trying his best to ignore the emptiness in his stomach.

Chapter Eighteen

But he couldn’t ignore it. It was screaming at him, screeching at him, begging him to follow what he was made to do.

Daire joined his parents in their meal and ate away at the woman’s flesh and bones.

Chapter Nineteen

When they were finished, they rushed back home, blood spilling from Daire’s face.

I really ate that woman. Daire thought worriedly.

But he couldn’t deny the truth, could he?

Chapter Twenty

DAYS PAST

“Want to go to the park later?” Josie asked. She and Daire were walking together after a long day at school, like they always did.

Josie and his friends knew the truth, but at least they still treated him like a person, even though he felt a certain hollowness in his body with every waking hour.

“Sure. I’d like that.” Daire said, because he didn’t want to hurt their feelings.

“Great! I’ll see you later, after you do all your homework.” Josie beamed, her eyes lighting up with joy.

Why couldn’t he get his soul back?

Epilouge

Daire and Josie had married. With their marriage came a daughter, a little girl named Katelyn. Katelyn was a good enough girl.

All that mattered to Daire was that she was human. She wasn’t soulless, like him.

It still hurt to watch a life fade right in front of his eyes…

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Stickied · creeperfeverdreams commented · Fri Jun 13, 2025 4:59 pm

Daire first appeared (it’s his first person POV) in the 14th tale in this story:

25 Charming Christmas tales

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Vonnegut
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We begin with anxiety about rollercoasters. Fair. Common. Human. It's quite refreshing considering the grander amount of supernatural stories and how they handle plots. The prose itself mirrors that: it's casual, easy to follow, fitting for a story about summer. It feels like we are on the brink of a tender coming-of-age tale.

Then the story punts Daire into the stratosphere, kills him, un-kills him, freezes him, introduces cosmic whispering, and then, without missing a beat, declares him a demon who must now eat people. This is quite a heel-turn. It is an engaging turn of events, I have to say. It does, however, raise many questions for me... What happened on that rollercoaster? Why did space itself decide to perform an exorcism in reverse? What is the mechanism of "soul loss" and why did it happen to him in particular? Does it happen to anyone?

Daire’s father, meanwhile, is introduced, sauntered around, utilized, and discarded emotionally without nuance. He smiles through the explanation of soul-loss cannibalism as though announcing what’s for dinner, because obviously it's that of small talk. The story assumes everything and goes about the plot as if the reader has been in on the cosmology from page one. I'm not aware of any lore with this character, so I can't say I am understanding it completely.

Then, it's over. Daire eats a woman alive, and afterward his primary internal reflection is essentially "Huh, I sure did eat that woman." Time skips, school resumes, his friends still hang out with him despite him being a soul-devouring ice demon... Why? Are teenagers in this universe simply that blasé? Does cannibalism rank somewhere below cheating on a math test? Interesting children.

My main question is simply why does thrill trigger demonification? I'll admit I am very curious about the inner workings of that.

His friends have no idea what he really is. And it%u2019s just that rollercoaster itself. It%u2019s cursed. His daughter gets cursed in the Christmas tale I linked. I have other stories about this in the folder I listed on my notes.

Thx for reading!

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Tikaya
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Tikaya wrote a review · Tue Dec 02, 2025 2:07 pm

I think I remember the other story in this folder. Let’s go.

Oh I thought Daire would be a girl haha
I wonder why he’s so attuned to the terrible things that are no doubt abt to happen.

Is it… normal to split up in amusement parks? I.. didn’t know that oô

Okay I do like this surreal out of body experience although knowing you I have no idea if it was real or all in his head @.@ Do love this tho: “They were too heavy to move, like a million bricks were holding them down.”

Nvm it was REAL aha!

First of all, dialogue formatting here:

“We’re taking you home. Maybe your parents can help,” Crew said.

Comma necessary.
Second of all: HOME? Not the hospital???

What?? The parents knew, never told him? A demon?

Honestly? Mood:
“What?!” Daire asked, his voice finally coming back.

And why does he have to eat ppl now? And why is his dad so nonchalant. Why did he not warn him? Why did he not talk abt this. Like why make sure that your kid needs to kill humans? And does it have to be a full human or can he like… nibble on them. What makes human so special. I have so many questions. I will not let this go. This is so irresponsible.

Oh nvm the parents are also demons and see no problem with that. Ugh. Still my questions are pretty valid. Why eat the entire human? What percentage of a human would satisfy him? Is it maybe just the parents’ bias and an animal would also suffice?

Perhaps it is their bias. This is a fairly old story so I might edit it.

thx for reading!



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