"Welcome to your new home, Mrs. Davenport." Donald Davenport said as he entered his home carrying his new wife bridal style, swinging her around once.
She cried out in delight before answering with "Why thank you, Mr. Davanport."
"Absolutely Mrs. Davenport." He said in a slow, seductive tone. She grabbed hi face and started pressing her lips to his repeatedly, each kiss only lasting a couple seconds.
"We get it, you got married!" a new voice announced. A young boy of thirteen, Leo Dooley, Tasha's son, came in, struggling with two suitcases. "It's getting old."
Donald sat his new wife on the ground as Leo looked around. "Wow!" he exclaimed, amazed. "You got this big house just from inventing things?" The house was indeed big, or, actually, more like huge. It was a three level mansion, about forty feet tall. Leo walked in slowly, observing his new home.
"Mmm-hmm." Donald answered proudly, nodding.
"Way to go, mom." Leo praised. "Now that's a husband." His eyes landed on something. "Hey, what's that?"
"Uh, that." His new stepfather said, rushing forward to ensure he didn't touch it. "Is Davenport Industries first fully interactive 3-D TV." He activated it to give a little demonstration (and show off a little to his new family members). It came to life, showing a baseball field spread out before them, right as the batter swung. "SCORE!" it yelled as the ball sailed towards them. At least, the 3-D one did. Leo, entranced, backed up, putting his arms up to catch it, forgetting for a moment it was only an image. It was that lifelike.
He jumped up, slamming against the wall, unknowingly activating something, or rather, someone. "Watch the face, termite!" a whiny, bossy voice commanded.
Leo stepped back. "Mom I think the little voice inside my head is back." He said with a nervous expression, hands in his pockets.
"No, this is Eddy." Donald explained, holding his hands out to the animated face on the screen that was installed in the wall. "He's my smart home system. Remember I told you Leo and Tasha are moving in today." He explained that last part to Eddy.
"Hey, welcome." He said in a (fake) friendly voice. "Everything here is mine." His voice changed back into bossy and controlling, narrowing his eyes.
"Hey Leo, why don't I show you your new bedroom?" Mr. Davenport said, hoping to distract his newly acquired family members from the rude computer. "Tasha, would you like to come? This place is pretty big. Wouldn't want you getting lost."
"Sure." She said cheerily, and, hooking her arm through his, they walked out. He showed them all around, their new rooms, the game room, storage, garage, elevators, everything.
"You know, I think I'm gonna like it here." Leo said to himself later on in the day as he sat in his new room, playing video games. But however, as he was playing, suddenly, the room shook, like something had pounded it from blow. And he could've sworn he heard two faint voices yelling "DAVENPORT!" he shrugged it off, not knowing that it wasn't just a figment of his imagination.
In the living room, Tasha and Donald sat on the couch, just enjoying each other's company, when suddenly, a tremor rippled through the ground. Tasha sat up. "What was that?"
"Um, what was what?" Donald asked, trying to seem confused. But at the same time, he was silently praying 'Oh please, not a glitch, not now. Anything but a glitch.'.
"DAVENPORT!" three faint voices hollered.
"Ok, you had to have heard that."
"Heard what, Tasha?" she gave him a look. "Oh, you mean that? That was probably Eddy, trying to spook us."
"And that banging?"
"Oh, just one of the inventions. I'll go check it out." And before she could protest, he bolted, going into a room far from the others, one with plain wooden walls and a concrete floor. He pressed a secret panel on the wall, which opened up an elevator. He stepped in, and was shot downwards, deep in the ground.
It opened only seconds later, and he stumbled out in his haste. "Guys! What's going on?" he seemed to ask nobody. But then, three teenagers, around fifteen, rushed in, all in Davenport Industries training suits, with the logo on the chest, two boys and a girl.
The girl had caramel brown hair and light but deep blue eyes. The shorter boy also had brown hair that was darker than the girl's, and green eyes. The tallest bot had the same dark hair as the shorter one, but green-blue eyes that seemed to be a mix of the other two.
"Oh Mr. Davenport, thank goodness!" the girl exclaimed, stumbling into his arms.
"Bree, what's wrong?" he asked gently.
"Oh, it was horrible." She whispered, her voice hollow. "Eddy, he- he…" she couldn't finish as she started trembling.
"What did he do this time?" Donald asked, sighing tiredly. Eddy loved torturing them, ever since they were toddlers. He was used to this, having to rush down on short notice to investigate and make sure there was no serious damage done.
"He- he said… oh, I can't do it! Adam, you say it!" Bree said.
The taller boy, Adam, said "I'm not saying it! I's too horrible!" a bit dramatically.
They went back and forth, arguing over which should say it. "Oh for the love of technology!" the shorter boy exclaimed, annoyed. "I'll say it! Just quit bickering." After nods from his older siblings (by thirteen and six minutes), he said. "He told us you" he shuddered. "got married." He continued with a terrorized voice. "And that she was living here." He started laughing lightly. "Now that I think about it, that's ridiculous. You'd never put us in danger of discovery like that!"
His siblings started laughing too. They laughed for a good minute, until they realized their father/creator wasn't laughing with them. "You, um, didn't, did you?" Bree asked, squinting slightly.
"Well, funny story…" he laughed nervously. "You see…"
They all paled considerably. "You didn't." they all spoke.
"Well…" he offered a nervous smile.
They all got looks of anger, disbelief, and shock on their faces, but mostly anger. "Ok guys, try to c-" he was cut off by Adam's heat vision going off, Bree being thrown into a spin cycle, and Chase's force field flickering to life, collecting in balls and being flung all over, knocking over things and making quite a racket. Oh, how was he going to explain this noise to his new family that dwelled upstairs?