"Brother, what are you doing?"

A woman with a long, fancy, black dress asked; leaning over the shoulder of a man wearing only a robe and boxers.

"Oh, nothing much." He said, consentrating on the ball of light forming in his hands. Said ball was glowing brighter and brighter, to the scary woman's great discomfort.

She stumbled a few steps back, "Ah, Chuck. That doesn't look like nothing."

He nodded excitedly "Yeah, I downplayed it a little but this is kind of a mini-me. Imma gonna call him Michael."

The lady frowned, "A mini-you? What is that even supposed to mean?"

Chuck ignored her in favor of growing his ball, his very special ball, his very special light ball, which was now getting pretty hot.

"Ooh, it's going to burst any second now. Amara, step away." He said, placing his mini-him on the floor.

He turned around to see her standing confused just a few inches behind him.

"Amara get DOWN!" Chuck shouted before he tackled her, just in time to cover his sister from the explosion. As the flames dissapeared to who knows where, Amara and Chuck stood up to see a strange figure on the floor.

"Huh, he looks like you when you were smaller." Amara said, straightining her dress.

Chuck nodded, "Yeah, a mini-me."

She frowned at him again, "I don't think you should call him a mini-me, he's his own person. Uuuh, call him your son."

"So were making up words now, are we?"

She was interrupted from giving Chuck a hella good comeback by The Michael rolling toward them. Looking up at Chuck, the small thing grabbed a fistful off the man's robe and tugged.

That did not cause Chuck to fall down onto the floor, not at all.

"Michael seems pretty strong for having such a small form." Amara pointed out, not bothering to help her brother, who was currently being trampled.

"Fuck you" Chuck said, covering his face from Michael's poking fingers.

"No name calling in front of the small one"

He groaned. Giving up, he let Michael shove his fingers up his nose.

Amara kneeled to get a closer look at the thing. "He's annoying you, I like him already."

Michael flapped his arms, then patted Chucks face, "Fa-dah!"

Chuck sat up, "What he say?"

"Father, I think," his sister answered "since he's your son, you should be his Father"

Chuck frowned, while trying to hold Michael still. "What does that make you?"

Amara shrugged, "How am I supposed to know?"

Then Michael let out another...word.

"unt"

Both light and darkness tilted heads in confusion, "Aunt?"

Michael nodded, wiggled his butt for some effin reason and belly-flooped down to the ground from Chuck. He then began to crawl away.

"Michael, where are you going?"

His son stopped, then looked up at Chuck straight in the eye. "Out."

Then he continued on his way.

Amara turned to her brother, "He's your son; you deal with him."

He picked up his mini-me. "B-But, you're his aunt!!!"

"I take no responbi- why does he have fluff on his back?" she asked, poking at the soft stuff poking out Michael's back.

"I dont know."

Amara gave Chuck a good long look, then hit him in the back of his head, "YOU CREATED HIM, WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DON'T KNOW?"

God shrugged, "Eh, I just pushed random to see what I could get"

Amara stared sadly at her brother, "You poor, idiotic, sad, little man, I pity you. Really, from the bottom of my heart."

He rolled his eyes, "Yeah, yeah, whatever now can you hold Michael for a minute while I make something to cover his, uuh, delicate part?" Chuck then dissolved into a white puff, a gigantic puff mind you, and floated rapidly away. Michael stayed silent for minute as he looked up at his aunt.

"What does he mean delicate parts? You're not delicate, just... small"

He wriggled in her arms until he was comfartable, drawing Amara's attention to the shape between his legs.

"Strange, I don't have that."

Amara stared at the space Chuck was standing in just a few minutes ago.

"I wonder if he has one of those too"

Later...

Michael was running in circles, his body already grown to the size of a small child.

His aunt, for that matter, was lounging on a sofa made by yours truly. No, I dont mean Chuck.

The usually terrifying woman had created a creature of darkness so that her nephew could chase around. Michael, of course, absolutely enjoyed chasing the creature, and he was about to catch it before his father picked him up.

"Time to put on some clothes, like a civilized celestial being!" Chuck announced, setting his now upset son on a table. Popping up behind him, Amara spoke, "So why are you always partly naked?"

Michael giggled, "Yah, Fadah? Wy?"

Chuck scowled, "I leave you alone with her for a while and you already turn on me?"

Michael giggled once again, then froze when he realized his body was wrapped in cloth. "Nuh"

His father frowned, then turned to Amara, "What does he mean, nuh?"

She rolled her eyes, "Like you, he doesn't appreaciate being fully clothed." Amara poked Michael's belly, "Guess both of you will have to get used to it."

Chuck shook his head, "No thank sis, I'll stick to being in a constant dress of undress"

Michael rolled off the table.

"You act like I'm giving you a choice, putting on pants isn't that hard!" She stated, then a pair of pants materialized in her hands. "Put these on"

Michael started running into a random direction whilst flapping his arms.

"No, my legs like fresh air, not denim."

God then burned the pants, "So keep those away from me." His sister rolled her eyes.

Michael tripped and scratched his knee. He watched as the wound healed then started running into another direction.

"Besides, Michael will become accustomed to cloth, like you did, he just has to- where did he go?"

The Super siblings stared at the empty table. "There goes your mini-you,'' Amara muttered as she kept staring at the vacant space "you barely had him for a while then poof! Gone."

Chuck dematerialized the table. "He didn't went poof. I would've felt it if he had." The short god continued walking around, "He's round here somewhere."

Amara shook her head in dissapointment, "When will you learn brother, when will you learn to be responsible." Then she too began to look for the little fucker.

"When you wear something beside that overrated dress!" Chuck called out, looking through a magnifying glass.

She glared at him, "At least I have modestidy, unlike you, you uncivilized atom." Her view zeroed in on a trail of fluff that was lying on the floor. "Yo, dat lok like Mike's"

"Wat?"

Amara cleared her throat, "I mean, I believe we have a trail of fluff to Michael"

She pointed at the floor, "How did you not notice that?"

Her brother shrugged, "I was looking the other way" then he followed to trail for a few yards before he hit his head on the wall. "Hey, where did this come from?"

It was the Amara's turn to shrug "You just need visual aid"

While Chuck rubbed his head, Amara followed the trail into a room with no door. "Michael, are you here?"

She was answered by a giggle, then she turned around to see Michael jump at her.

"AUNT"

The small rascal was cackling with glee.

Amara of course was breathing hard from the scare.

"CHUCK, PICK UP YOUR SON AND PUT HIM ON A LEASH!"

Lifting Michael in the air, Amara checked for any damage to find her nephew's absent fluff leaving space for small feathers.

"Oh you found him, yay!" Chuck said, grabbing Michael.

Amara turned to him, "You need to keep that child distracted with something, or he will make me faint from exhaustion."

Chuck stared thoughtfully at Michael.

Still staring.

Yep, still staring.

Just wait a bit more.

Tad bit more.

Bear with me please.

Heh, bear.

"Yeah, I know how to keep him distracted."

Chuck then handed Michael to his sister and left once again.

Amara frowned at thin air then turned to her nephew. "Why do I feel like I regret asking him that?"

Michael blinked at her, "Its father"

Amara nodded, "You're right dear, I think we should go into hiding now."

And so they did.

AN: Hi! This is my first fanfic, so critics are are welcome. I hope you enjoyed as I plan to write more chapters in the future. Toodles!