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A Gift For You

Happy Belated Father's Day!

A small boy, perhaps eight or nine years old stands above a bed. Resting in his hands behind his back is a gift. To the sound of the alarm, a man sits up, rubbing his eyes and noticing the boy.

"Jonathan?" He asks, "What are you doing up? It's only seven in the morning!" The boy smiles, revealing his teeth. One is missing, much to the man's knowledge, as he had to pull it out himself to keep the boy from complaining about it.

"Happy Father's Day, daddy!" John says, whipping his gift from behind his back. It's a cake. A small, chocolate cake. The man laughs.

"I thought you hated Betty Crocker!"

"I do. But I know you love cake, so I stayed up aaaall night making it for you!" The man sets the cake on his nightstand and hugs his son.

"This is the best gift I have ever received." John hugs his dad back.

"Good. I love you, dad."

"I love you too, Johnny."

And here we have another small boy, eight or nine years old. He is standing near a bed. A gift sits behind his back. The boy takes a flying leap and then jumps into the bed, landing on top of a man.

"AUGH!" The man screams, immediately waking up.

"Happy Father's Day, bro!" The boy says happily.

"I'm trying to sleep."

"I've let you sleep all freaking day. It's 3:30!"

"Oh. I did oversleep then."

"Here!" The boy says, holding out a small red box with a bow on it. The man sits up in bed and takes the box.

"What's in here?"

"Something I saved up my allowance for months to buy you!"

"Well, let's see." The man takes the ribbon off the box and opens the lid, lifting out several years of bright orange and green and blue fabric.

"What's all this?"

"Well," the boy says, pointing to the orange," This is for repairing Lil Cal," he points to the blue and green, "and these are for making smuppets! Do you like it?" The man wraps his arms around the boy.

"This is the best gift I've ever gotten, Dave." Dave smiles.

"I'm glad you like it, bro."

Here we have the same boy as before, hiding in the wind. It's Father's Day. he thinks. His father is gone now, though.

And here is the other boy. Sitting on LOHAC with the Mayor. His "bro", truthfully his father, his dead and gone, killed after initiating the Scratch.

"y'know mayor," he says, not really waiting for an answer, "as much of a colossal dickhead he was, i miss him."

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