Last Time I Looked On the Bright Side, I Got Radiation Poisoning

Party Poison doesn't do kids. In every sense of the phrase--they don't need Chris Hansen on their ass along with BLI.
Being in charge of a surprisingly loyal six-year-old proves to be the least of their problems when a mishap occurs between them, the goverment, and a bomb in their diner-turned-home one night.
As Korse would probably say, "If you can't beat 'em, join 'em."
Or, as Party Poison would say, "Fuck you."

(I don't know if I have to say this, but it's not a ship fic or a fic that uses every detail of cannon in it. This is just my little personal killjoys story, some stuff will probably change)