Chapter 1

Welcome to the third to final story of my Happy Tree Friends AU(in the timeline that is). This little multi-chapter fic is about the various love children of the Happy Tree Friends and some bullshit that's going on. I've been working on this fic for a while and I thought it was time for it to be posted. Now some of you might complain that I have too many kids running around, but please be grateful that I didn't give every one of my favorite pairings a kid. Anyway I'm just gonna hurry up and start this.

I own nothing of Happy Tree Friends. All credit goes to Mondo Media.

Russell nuzzled into the taller figure next to him, pulling the covers over his head to block the sunlight as he tried to go back to sleep. However, a slight nudge to his rib caused him to open his eyes and stare into ocean blue eyes that held a playful look. Russell pouted at his husband, who chuckled in response before pecking his cheek. "You know we have to be prepared for this."

A second later, the door to their room burst open and a small rustle of footsteps headed towards the bed before the couple felt a third weight on top of them. "Mama, Daddy, time to wake up!" Russell rose himself from the covers to see their daughter grinning at them from the opposite side of the bed. "Yes yes I know." The bluenette couldn't help but smile at the child as he swung his legs off of the edge and pulled the toddler into his lap. Winking at Lumpy, he made his way out of the room and towards the kitchen with Umi in his arms spouting something about Show and Tell at preschool and how she has something amazing to show the class.

Lumpy sat up and stretched before running a hand through messy bed hair. He yawned as he slowly got himself out of bed and proceeded to head to the bathroom. It's been three years, and everything has been peaceful for the most part, He thought to himself. We made sure that Umi didn't see any deaths or die herself, so that was good on our part. He frowned as he was reminded of the celebration party, when Flippy had murdered all of his friends and used Russell as bait to murder him. I can't help but have a bad feeling. We're going to have to tell her eventually about the curse. The kids have a right to know, but we won't say anything until they grow up.

A half hour later, Lumpy made his way into the kitchen to see the toddler happily eating a plate of pancakes and bacon and Russell making sure she didn't make a mess. He smiled in response as patted her head gently and headed into another room and sat on the couch. He tilted his head back somewhat with a sigh and closed his eyes. He felt a pair of arms wrap around him and opened one eye to see his husband looking down at him. "Everything okay?"

"I'm fine," Lumpy replied, raising an arm up to cup one of his cheeks. Russell leaned into the touch lovingly with a gentle smile. "Just thinking about what's happened in the past few years." Russell was immediately reminded of the night that started everything, hiding his gaze from the other.

"Stop! Please!"

Russell took a step back and pulled away at the memory, thinking back to the constant crying and pleading from the pain, and held himself in response. He whimpered slightly, and Lumpy looked back towards him. He sighed and stood from his seat, proceeding to head back into the kitchen. "I'll take Umi today. Take a minute to calm down." He knew how Russell acted whenever that memory returned, and knew it was right to give the bluenette some space until he recovered.

The older male took another step forward until he felt a hand grab his shirt, and turned around to see the other holding onto him with a lowered head before he pulled himself closer. "I'm sorry," He muttered. "But, whenever I think about it, I keep thinking there might be a chance you would do that again." Lumpy lifted his head, but didn't respond with a touch. Just being reminded of that time made him sick to his stomach, and he was upset with himself for attacking the poor guy. He even questioned why they were still together, and why Russell never thought of an abortion when he found out he was pregnant because he never thought of someone being okay with having their rapist's baby.

"Why are we even together?" He asked, having the bluenette lift his head in return. "I don't get how you could forgive me so easily."

"I haven't forgiven you," Russell pulled away with a lowered gaze. "I wouldn't be scared shitless if I did. Just thinking about it irritates me. I could have moved out, had an abortion, and wanted nothing to do with you. I've thought about it too. The only reason why I'm still here is because I love you. The only reason why I married you in the first place is because I love you. If I left, you would be sad, and I would be lonely. Sure I haven't forgiven you, and I probably won't, but I can't really do anything about it. Unless of course I borrow Sniffles's time machine and stop you. But if I did that, we wouldn't have her," He peered in the other room to see their daughter gazing at the TV on the wall. "I'm happy that she's here, and I'm happy to have you. My feelings won't change."

Lumpy felt the urge to kiss him as soon as he said that, but instead held his hands and pulled them close. "I'm not proud of what I did, and I didn't want to be around you because I know you hated me. When you told me that you were pregnant, I thought I had a chance to make it up to you. Then the attack on New Years happened and I practically ditched you through the rest of your pregnancy. I thought I wasn't good enough for you since I couldn't even protect you from Fliqpy. Hell I was goofing off when Umi was born," He glanced at the younger with a worried look. "I didn't want our first time to be rape; I wanted to take my time and be gentle, but instead I was drunk and rushing to get you on a bed. An apology won't help anything, and I don't care if you haven't forgiven me. I just want you to stay with me."

He saw tears and before he knew it, Russell had his head lowered and cries releasing from him. He pulled away with wide eyes. "Oh shit. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you cry." Russell shook his head and lifted his chin with a smile. "I-I'm not sad. I-I'm just really happy to hear you say that. Thank you." The two of them pulled each other into a tight embrace as the pirate's muffled cries echoed throughout the room. After a moment, Russell composed himself before heading back into the kitchen, giving Lumpy a final look before disappearing out of sights. Lumpy sighed with a smile before hearing Umi shout a good bye on her way out of the door. He ran a hand through his hair and sat back down. "I can't believe we finally talked about that." He muttered to himself. While he gave the pirate his space whenever this happened, they never had a full conversation on the matter, and they had both wanted to avoid it. But after talking, Lumpy felt a huge weight being lifted off of his shoulders, and he felt he could talk to Russell about anything.

He smiled to himself and reached forward to grab the TV remote, wanting to pass the time with whatever was on until the bluenette returned.

"Hey Papa, you think the other kids will show something cool?" Lifty glanced back at the tiny twins' curious expressions before turning back to the stove. "Well, it's called Show and Tell for a reason. You're supposed to show something cool or no one will like it. What will you two do?"

The older of the twins smirked and put on a proud look. "Me and Jack are gonna play our favorite game. It's called the Which One Is Zack game. The thief smiled at his son's response and turned back to the duo. "I hope you two will wow the crowd."

"We will, Papa." Jack gave his father a grin before feeling a hand on his head, looking up with bright eyes. "Hi Daddy." Shifty grinned at the younger child and ruffled his hair. "Hey bud. Have you and your brother been giving Papa trouble?"

"We've been good, Daddy." Zack pouted at his other father and crossed his arms. The older thief chuckled and ruffled the child's hair with his free hand. "I'm only kidding, Jack."

"But I'm Zack." Shifty had a habit of purposely mistaking the twins' identities and he loved their reactions. Lifty also joined this act on certain occasions, but both parents knew the only way to tell the twins apart was the checker-pattern choker that each twin wore: Zack's choker was black and red while Jack's was black and beige. But even without the chokers, there was another way to tell the two apart based on their personalities: Zack was the outgoing and mischievous twin, always wanting to try something new, even if he got into trouble, while Jack was the shy and reserved twin, always staying close to his parents or brother, but occasionally joined his brother with his mischief. Luckily for the thieves, the twins didn't inherit their kleptomania, the opposite of what they had initially thought. But to make sure that never happens, they had asked Sniffles to help them with their kleptomania. It seemed to be working, but Lifty and Shifty wanted made sure they keep it that way.

Lifty couldn't help but giggle before feeling a pair of arms wrap around his waist and lips pressed against the nape of his neck. For a moment, he felt a smirk against his skin and a hand slide up his torso. "Hey, not in front of the twins." Lifty whispered.

"Then take them to school so we can have some fun." His twin responded back in a whisper, gently dipping a finger into his brother's bellybutton. Lifty tensed with a blush as Zack's voice rang out in the room. "Papa and Daddy are acting lovey dovey again."

The thieves turned back to the children's confused glances as they returned to their meals. Shifty shrugged and sat across from them, leaning back in his chair and smirking at his brother. Lifty sighed before smiling at the three with a hand on his hip. "Alright you two. Eat your breakfast so you're not late."

"I can't wait to show everybody my talents!" A greenette toddler shouted before shoving a forkful of pancake into her mouth. Nutty brought a napkin to her face and began to clean the mess she made. "Candy, you're covered in syrup."

"Sorry Mommy," The two heard a laugh from a second toddler, who quickly tried to hide it. The greenette toddler turned to her brother with a pout. "Danny, Sammy's laughing at me!"

"It's just a laugh," The toddler known as Danny replied with crossed arms. "No need to get so worked up." Candy glared across the table before shoving another pancake into her mouth. Nutty smiled at the three before hearing someone walking down the stairs. He turned around to see Sniffles pushing up his glasses and joining the four of them at the table. "Hi Daddy." Sammy piped up from her seat with a smile, receiving a light kiss on the forehead from her father.

Nutty's pregnancy came as a surprise to everybody because of their thoughts on Sniffles. None of them ever thought that the scientist would make a move, even if they were dating, and when they found out that the younger male was pregnant with triplets, that was when their views on Sniffles began to change. They began to believe that he was a man of many secrets, and realized that they didn't know much about him. Sniffles was also surprised by the pregnancy because he knew for a fact that Nutty wasn't able to have children, but theorized that the cause resulted from the greenette turning into a girl. The pregnancy wasn't what made Sniffles so nervous; it was the possibility of Nutty hurting himself because of his love for sweets, so he did whatever he could to help the other overcome his addiction.

Each of the triplets was similar to at least one parent with a particular trait. Danny, who was the oldest, had blue hair with a green streak running down the side and blue eyes like his father. He was more reserved than his younger sisters and learned what to do and not to do, but at the same time, knew when it was time to relax. Sammy, who was the middle child, had a combination of blue and green streaks with green eyes. She was quiet like her brother, but outgoing like her younger sister. To both of her siblings and the other townspeople, she was a good combination of both parents' personalities. Candy, who was the youngest out of the three, had green hair and heterochromatic eyes. She was the hyperactive and cheerful child and acted a lot like her mother, but like her father, she knew when to give respect and when times are serious.

Sniffles placed his head in his hand as he watched his family chat about whatever came to mind before he checked the time on his phone. "Shit." He muttered before standing up from the table. Nutty's gaze followed as he spoke up. "Where are you going?"

"Ari wants to meet me at the diner." Nutty couldn't help but frown. He absolutely hated the tiny raven, the reason mostly being because she had killed him a countless number of times whenever he teased her. Other times, she would try to flirt and work him up, which greatly irritated the candy-lover to no end. The thought made the greenette grow a disgusted look on his face. Sniffles cupped his cheek and pecked him on the lips. "Whatever she wants, I won't listen. I belong to you and not her." Nutty smiled and leaned into the touch with closed eyes and sighed. "Alright. I trust you."

With another peck on the lips, Sniffles waved goodbye to his family before heading out, the triplets' shouts following him out the door.

"Daddy? Daddy?" Flippy groaned when he felt a small hand tug on his shirt, and turned around to see a bundle of red hair and emerald eyes peering down at him. From his gaze, the child lowered her head shyly. "What is it, Ruby?"

"I-I need to go potty." The greenette sighed and lifted himself from the bed, giving a light kiss to the smaller male beside him, before grabbing the toddler's hand and leading her to the bathroom. Once reading the door, she peeked into the bathroom before turning back to the veteran. "Y-You'll stay out here, right?"

"I'll be here." Flippy replied before the door closed behind her. He leaned against the wall with a sigh. Ever since she was potty trained, the tiny red-head wanted her father or mother to escort her to the bathroom in case anything happened. This wasn't a surprised to Flippy: Ruby took her mother's hair color, looks, and paranoia, hell even inheriting her mother's fear of chickens. Ruby was a very shy child and usually spoke in a soft tone in fear of upsetting someone, but there was something about her that both parents were unsure of. One late afternoon, Flaky saw the child on the floor with a drawing of an animal being ripped to shreds in front of her, and another time, she had ripped hair off of one of her dolls. Flippy slightly feared that she might have taken this from his evil side, Fliqpy, but that might not be the case.

A few months after the incident at Russell and Lumpy's apartment, Sniffles found a way to separate the two, and in no time at all, Fliqpy began to enjoy his freedom. Of course, the other Tree Friends were slightly scared of Flippy, but their fear lessened when they had heard about his PTSD. Still, that didn't stop them from fearing Fliqpy.

Flippy lifted his head to see the bathroom door open, and his daughter peeking out into the hall. "Is Mommy awake yet?"

"Not yet," The greenette replied while taking her hand and leading her down the hall into the kitchen. "I'll wake him up while you're eating."

"Okay." After preparing a small meal, Flippy headed back upstairs to their bedroom to see if the red-head was awake. Not surprisingly, Flaky had his back towards the door as he slept, shifting himself slightly to get into a much more comfortable position. Flippy was about to smile under he heard a slight whimper. He looked closer to see the red-head grip the pillow underneath him, tears threatening to roll down his cheeks. Flippy climbed onto the bed quietly and stroking the male's face cautiously. Not even a second later did a hand connect with his left cheek and Flaky jerking upwards with wide eyes. Flippy held his face while the red-head backed up towards the headboard. It took him a few seconds to realize the situation before noticing the greenette. "Oh my God, I'm so sorry!" He cried as Flippy was nursing the bruise on his cheek. "I-I didn't realize it was you!"

Flippy knew he didn't need to apologize; Flaky has always had nightmares of Fliqpy, and sometimes these nightmares had caused the red-head to avoid Flippy because of their resemblance to one another along with past experiences. Flippy gave the younger male his space whenever he was troubled by a nightmare, and it took him a while to be near Flippy every time.

The veteran held out a hand towards Flaky with a calm gaze. "Come here. I'm not him." After a moment of hesitation, the red-head slowly crawled towards the greenette and allowed himself to be cradled by loving arms. Flippy kissed the top of his head and whispered soothing words in his ear. After a few minutes, the red-head seemed to have calmed down and his tears had stopped. "Feel better?"

"Yeah." Flaky nuzzled his head into the taller male with a small sigh before pulling away and heading towards the door. The greenette followed him to the first floor to see Ruby jumping down from her chair to hug her mother. He smiled at the sight as he thought back to the previous few years.

Three months after Flaky was transformed into a boy, no one was surprised that he was revealed to be pregnant, and Sniffles concluded that the only reason why he could was because either he was one of the more rare males who could get pregnant, or because he used to be a girl. Since the chemical he invented wasn't complete, Flaky still had the organs that made it possible for him to have a baby. Flippy was somewhat worried about the child adapting some of Fliqpy's tendencies, considering that they were still one being at the time. In their favor, their daughter had grown to be like Flaky in almost every aspect, but that didn't mean the couple couldn't be concerned about the possibility of her having some sort of homicidal thoughts.

Ruby held onto her mother for a few more seconds before looking up. "Mommy, did you have another bad dream?"

Flaky nodded and the tiny red-head lowered her gaze. "Was it about Uncle Fliqpy?" Flippy frowned as the red-head pulled Ruby into his arms with another nod. Ruby didn't say another word and quietly rested her head on his shoulder. It wasn't a surprise that she knew about her mother's nightmares, and she knew they were about her uncle. The nightmares were only a small portion of why Ruby was never allowed to meet him. Flippy nor Flaky cared if he didn't kill children; they didn't want their daughter exposed to his malicious tendencies.

Flaky set the child back in her seat before going back upstairs to get dressed while Flippy stayed in the dining room. "Hey Daddy?"

"Hm?" The greenette turned to the girl's curious glance as she took a sip of her juice. "When will I meet Uncle Fliqpy?" Flippy froze and clenched his fists, having Ruby shroud away and lowered her head. "I-I just wanted to know, t-that's it." Flippy only sighed and placed an elbow on the table. "I'll let you meet him when I'm sure you're safe around him."

"Did Uncle Fliqpy do bad things?" The veteran pinched the bridge of his nose and lowered his head. "I'd rather not talk about it." Ruby only glanced at him before continuing to eat her food. She slide out of her chair and proceeded to hug the greenette. Flippy didn't hesitate to pet her gently and kiss the top of her head.

A few moments later, he pulled the girl out of his lap and placed her on the ground, ruffling her hair as Flaky emerged from the stairs. "We better get going," He said, pulling the child towards the door. "I know Ruby has something amazing to present." Ruby nodded in response, waving a good-bye to Flippy as she followed her mother through the front door.

Petunia stepped away from the stove and placed a few pancakes on a nearby plate and sighed, glancing back at the staircase with a concerned look. "They're still not awake." She sighed before heading to the second floor, opening the first door on the left to see her red-head lover and son. She stepped towards the bed, placing a hand on Handy's shoulder and shaking him gently. "Handy~" A sleep-filled moan was the only response, and the bluenette placed a hand on her hip. "Alright then. That means I get to have breakfast all to myself."

"That's not fair, Mama." Petunia heard the toddler reply with a yawn as he rubbed an eye. He turned to his father beside him and shook him. "Wake up, Papa, or we won't eat." Handy opened one eye to look at the two and sighed. "Alright. I'm up." He sat up with a stretch before pulling the three year-old in his lap. "Come on, Lilac. Better go before Mama gets upset."

"Okay!" Petunia watched the two exit the room and head downstairs, looking back at the crumpled sheets on the bed. She grimaced at the sight before letting out a breath before beginning to straighten them. Ever since she began to live with Handy, her OCD has gradually begin to decrease, but there were times where it would escalate to a point where she would nearly kill herself like the last time she had gotten herself dirty. Luckily, there were hardly any incidents after that day, but the couple never took any chances, especially during the time when Petunia was pregnant with their son.

Handy, like any sane parent in their town, had started to become more protective after the tiny violette was born, making sure that he nor his girlfriend were in any danger. But he could never promise their safety. A few weeks after Lilac was born, he and Petunia were involved in a car wreck(caused by a certain pair of reckless twins), and Handy had barely gotten them away before the car exploded. They had escaped with a few light burns, but the red-head knew that it would have been a lot worse.

Petunia headed into the kitchen to notice Handy and Lilac at the table, eating a good majority of the food she had made. Giving the two a glance, she began to brew herself a cup of coffee as she listened to the child's stories about preschool as he ate with Handy smiling in response. The bluenette giggled as she sat back at the table and joined the conversation, wanting to savor the morning before the three had to go their separate ways.

Once 7:00 had come upon them, various parents arrived at the preschool with their children: The twins waved hello to the triplets while Umi ran over to the timid Ruby, who was holding onto her mother's leg, and Lilac followed shortly after. A small group at a time, children began to walk inside to show others either talents or objects, waving goodbye to their parents so they could start the day.

"Hey Russell?" Russell turned around to see Nutty approach him as he waved goodbye to the triplets. The greenette gave him a warm smile. "How's everything going?"

"Everything's. . . fine." He replied with a smile. He didn't want to talk about his earlier conversation because he knows that Nutty will tell Sniffles. But he knew that Nutty wasn't able to tell if something was wrong so he didn't doubt that the candy-lover would let it go.

"I'm surprised your nose didn't grow with that lie." Russell looked back at the smiling Nutty before the smile disappeared. Russell lowered his head in response and averted his gaze. "Did you have a fight with Lumpy?"

"It wasn't that," He responded softly. "We just had a talk about what happened back then." Nutty didn't need to be told what he was talking about, considering he got the information from his boyfriend, but he was surprised that they were just now talking about it. He crossed his arms and let out a light sigh. "Did it go well?"

"Surprisingly, yes," The pirate replied with a smile. "I'll tell you and Sniffles about it later. Speaking of which, how are you two?" Nutty began to speak with a smile and then frowned. "I wish I could say it's good, but it's not."

"Is it Ari?"

"Who else would it be?" Nutty grabbed a handful of hair with gritted teeth. "It's like she purposely messes with Sniffles to piss me off. And if I try to do something, she stabs me! I thought she hated him." Nutty was brought back to the time before he was pregnant with the triplets: Ari had come over to "help" Sniffles with one of his inventions, but the bluenette ended up with an injured hand and a pissed off raven.

Russell honestly felt bad for the two, and placed a hand on the greenette's shoulder. "I'll call you later, alright?" Nutty nodded in response before waving goodbye and beginning to head home. Russell smiled and headed back to the car.

A few blocks away, a hooded figure smirked to himself and glanced down at a watch. "This will be a fun day for the damned." He muttered as he sneered at the town below, glancing backwards to look at the men behind him. He pulled a lighter out of his pocket and flicked it a few times and raised it to light a cigarette. After a moment, he took it out of his mouth to breath a puff of smoke into the air. "Everything set?"

"Just awaiting your orders, sir." A voice spoke from the group. The leader turned around to see a man with short black hair and amber eyes step forward with a smile on his face. He looked back at the town with another puff of smoke, the smirk on his face growing into a grin. "Then proceed with phase one."