"Momma?"
"Daddy?"
"Where are you?"
They're asleep. And they're going to stay that way for a little while. It's just going to be you and me.
"GO AWAY! YOU'RE NOT REAL! MOMMA SAID SO!"
I'm just as real as you are. And I'm not going anywhere.
"Momma said so." The young girl whimpers.
Then maybe I should get rid of Momma.
"NO! No don't. You are real. I'm sorry."
As you should be. Now, if this is gonna work out you're going to do what I say. You got that.
"Yes."
Good. Now, Rule One: You don't tell anyone about me.
I do not own fairy tail if I did, well, it would be a lot more depressing.
