A/N: Summary: Jack's mother is having another child and Jack isn't happy about it. He wants to remain alone, as neglected as he is. But after his sibling is born, Jack has a change of heart. It's basically about the impact of a new child in the Spicer household. Will his parents treat the new child the same way they treated Jack? What part will Jack play in raising his own sibling? Am I rambling? Most likely. Just read it.

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"Whore," he spat as he stomped down the stairs into his evil lair.

"Can I help you, master?" On of his Jackbots floated over to him.

"Yeah, you can annihilate that bitch upstairs," tears were welling in his eyes.

"I do not understand…"

"My mother, kill her, now!"

"I do not think you mean that, sir."

"Oh, yes I do."

Jack stomped over to his map and loomed over it in discontent. He tried to distract his mind from what he had just heard. He knew they would never tell him to his face. I would just happen and he'd be expected to deal with it. Jack sighed. He was happy as an only child. He may have been a neglected one, but he was an only child none the less. He'd be damned if there was going to be another maggot running around this house, trying to take the place he never had in his own parent's eyes. Jealously gripped him. The child wasn't even born yet and he wanted it dead. Then again, if his parents were consistent, than the kid would just end up like Jack.

"Another stellar fuck up," Jack snarled, "People like them shouldn't be aloud to reproduce…"

"Sir…"

"What are you doing here! I told you to kill her!"

"I have reason to believe that you do not really wish me to execute that command."

Jack slumped a bit. No, he didn't want to kill his own mother, but he wanted her to suffer for thinking that she could have another child when she barely gave a damn about the one she already had.

"No," he waived his hand at the Jackbot, "You're right. Return to regular duties."

"Yes, sir," the Jackbot floated off.

Having another child around was really going to cramp his evil lifestyle. He gripped the table until his knuckles turned even whiter than they usually where. He leaned and squeezed onto the side until it broke off.

"Fuck," he hissed as he held the broken chunk in before his eyes.

There would never be silence again. The crying of an infant, the pitter-patter of tiny feet… Jack wanted to barf. He could honestly feel himself retching.

"This can't be happening," he hissed, "No and it won't. Not as long as I can do anything about it."

Jack squeezed the broken piece of the table in his hand until it shattered.

"There won't be another bastard around here. Not so long as I'm still here…"

Jack broke out into his "evil" laughter. He had a plan and it would work, he knew it because if it didn't, the world would be stuck with another Spicer reject. And then he thought a moment.

"Maybe I could make it my henchman. My first real henchman!" Jack turned to his robots, "Eh, machines don't need to take breaks. Fuck that."

Jack broke out into laughter again.

"I am and forever shall be, Jack Spicer! The only fucking child! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

"Sir, did you take your medication?"

"What? No! Of course not!"

Jack walked off as he ranted.