Hey guys! So, I'm gonna be exact here at least nine of you said that you'd like a sequel. Some of you were like 'Hell yeah' and some of you were like 'I already liked the ending but okay.' So here it is. The sequel. Of Mommy Dearest. A lot of shit goes down.

I mean I had to rewrite this a few times considering there were so many ways I could have gone with this. One was where Lukas was a teacher (That's his new job in the story I have decided.) and Emil was one of his students. But I scrapped that. Another was that there was a family moving in next to them and Emil was the other families kid with a new name, but that was scrapped too. Because...well...I got kind of bored of that idea.

Any way, like I said, a lot of shit goes down. I don't think any one is going to expect it.

Okay, so there are gonna be a few changes. Like time skip. Oh, dear sweet time skip how I love and hate you so.
Okay so, here is how it is: Lukas is 26. Mathias is 26. (His birthday hasn't happened yet?)

I didn't know whether if I should do a seven year time skip or not, but in the end I decided yay instead of nay. So, here you go.

And yeah, Lukas and Mathias have moved on. A bit. They're still grieving, but you cant grieve forever, right? Sometimes you gotta move on.

And one more thing, again Lukas is a teacher and Mathias is a prostitute. No I'm just kidding. He's a artist. Because I have this head canon that he's secretly an amazing artist. But yeah...I wanted to have him as a Youtuber or some shit, but I don't know how well that would work out. I'm gonna say he posts speedpaints on Youtube or something. So, yeah.

Also, I just wanted to share this awesome quote that I heard on Supernatural: A mans reach should exceed his grasp.
And...if you can tell me who said that, I'll write you a one shot about whoever you'd like. AND, if you can tell me exactly who wrote it, I'll write two one shots. Because I'm nice like that. Heh. But yeah if you can tell me who, then I'll write you something...or two.

Any way...I hope you like it! It took me way too long to write it which sucks...

~Faygo


When the days are cold
And the cards all fold
And the saints we see
Are all made of gold

Demons- Imagine Dragons

Chapter One

"Arthur Kirkland was reported dead Saturday afternoon after his boyfriend Alfred Jones called the police after finding his body in what he called 'the secret room.' Officials claim that he was stabbed three times, once in the chest, once in the stomach, and once in the back of the head. There are few known suspects, but police are tracking them down, and soon, we may know." The woman stated, setting down the papers she had been holding.

Lukas felt his blood run cold. Arthur was dead. He shakily reached for the remote, and turned the T.V off. He sat there for a minute, staring at the blank space that once held the image of Arthur, alive. But now he wasn't alive. He was dead. Stabbed, three times. He glanced over at the phone, almost expecting it to ring. Maybe he was a suspect. No. They were just...friends. They weren't even that close. Of course he wasn't a suspect. They would have...gotten to him by now if he was.

He sat there for a few more minutes, assessing the situation before deciding to call Vlad and tell him what happened. After reaching over for his phone, he quickly called him.

"Ce?" Vlad's voice came through the phone.

"Have you heard?"
"Heard what?"
"Arthur. He's...dead."

Vlad didn't answer for a minute. "So, he's finally kicked the bucket? Hm. Well, that's...horrible. I guess we won't be having the meeting Friday then?"

Lukas sighed. "I suppose not. Well, I guess we'll talk later. Senere."

"Mai târziu." Vlad said, his voice quiet.

The line went dead. He set his phone back on the table before sighing again, and looking back to the T.V.

Arthur was dead, then.

It'd be quite nice to know who killed him.


Lukas sat down at the table, his head feeling like it was being pounded in with a hammer. Mathias sat in front of him, cup of coffee in front of him. He glanced up at Lukas, giving him a small smile. Lukas could only glare back.
"So your magic friend is dead? Wasn't he that guy who always talked about 'Flying Mint Bunny' or some shit?" Mathias asked, swirling his coffee around in his cup.

"Flying Mint Bunny. You are correct." Lukas said, resisting the urge to slap Mathias' cup off the table.

"Dude was crazy." Mathias stated.

"Have some respect. He's just been murdered." Lukas said, his eyes narrowing.

"I hope he goes to Heaven." Mathias said, raising his hands up in defence. "I've heard Heaven is nice."

Lukas resisted the urge to connect his hand to his face to face-palm. He only glared at Mathias, his hand wavering close to the cup that sat in the middle of the table. Mathias gave him a confused look, but turned back to cup, and pulled it a bit closer to him.

"But dude, murdered? What did he do to deserve that?" Mathias asked, glancing over at the door leading to the hallway.
"He pissed off a lot of people." Lukas shrugged.

"Well, yeah. Let's count here..." Mathias paused. "I cant count that high."

Lukas sighed. "I didn't expect you to be able to." He stated.

"Rude." Mathias mumbled, staring into the cup.

"Are you doing to drink that or not?"
"I am. Just...give me a minute."
"One. Two. Three."
"Fuck you."

"Now don't threaten me with a god time." Lukas said, rolling his eyes before standing from the table.
"Leaving me here alone already?"

"The stupidity was killing me. I've already dropped a few IQ points...I'm dropping more as we speak."
"You've always had a way with words."
"And here I was thinking it was with my-."

Mathias held a hand up, cutting him off. "Please. Don't."

Lukas shrugged before walking to the living room, rolling his shoulders back. He sat down on the couch, and grabbed the remote before turning the T.V on and switching it to the news station. The scene shifted from a man sitting at a table, fixing his papers to the woman who he recognized. She had been the one to report Arthur as dead. And now she was standing in front of a house, one he recognized all too well.

"Vladimir Lupei was reported as dead after he was found by officials when a neighbour reported strange sounds coming from the abandoned house on Walters."

Lukas held his breath, waiting. Waiting...

"He was stabbed in the chest twice, and in the back once. He was then hung from the ceiling, almost making it look like a suicide. There are few suspects known of as late, and police are on the case. The strangest thing is, that this house had been abandoned for years. Why would he come to this one? Was it because no one would find him? We may never know. But for now, his family is in our hearts." In emphasis, she put a hand over her heart, nodding as she did.
Lukas let out the breath he had been holding.

Arthur. Vlad.

He had a strange feeling he was next.


But that strange feeling went away. He was not next. No. Mathias was soon to tell him that his friend Gilbert had been admitted to the hospital for multiple stab wounds.
There was a maniac in town.

And he just seemed to love Lukas and Mathias.

Oh, that little maniac, he was just teasing them. Everyone close to them, they were just pawns in a much larger game. They were easily taken down. They weren't too important. They were just the little soldiers, all marching in a line on the front row awaiting the shot in the heart. Or more so the stab...

Lukas decided that he should start locking the windows.

He also decided to write down everyone who was and who used to be close to them. The list wasn't too big.
Because it seemed that everyone he cared about were already dead.

It was kind of funny, actually.

Maybe he should be used to it by now. Death. It seemed to follow him like a lost little puppy, seeing the people around him as 'potential play mates'. Maybe death was coming for him next. Or Mathias. But there was still a list of people they knew.
And he was still counting down. One by one...

Alfred was also admitted to the hospital a few weeks later, and recounted how he 'kicked the guys ass.' Lukas doubted this. He had left the 'fight' with two stabs in the stomach and one in the arm, with a nice little gash in his cheek. Some congratulated him on his 'victory', and some didn't know whether to be happy or mad. Most were mad. But only because he got out alive.

Next down was Berwald. In the hospital with a stab in the back. At least he was winning...

Gilbert got out of the hospital.

Alfred got out of the hospital.

Berwald followed them out.

Everything seemed to be fine, for the most part. They were fine, which was good. They were fine...
But everything, was not fine.

Gilbert was soon reported as dead. Two nights after he left the hospital. Two nights...

With two stab wounds into the chest. Handing from the ceiling fan in his living room. His brother had found him when he hadn't returned any of his calls.

The maniac was just having so much fun in his merry little travels, so it seemed.

Lukas felt like breaking down. He felt like letting the fear engulf him.

He wouldn't allow himself to do that just yet. He wouldn't allow that to happen.

He, at least, had some self-worth left.


The students were whispering. Not their usual chatter. No. They were whispering. Glancing at him occasionally, giving him weird looks as he walked into the class. He stood in front of the white-board, marker in hand, ready to write their assignment down.

"He probably killed them."

The marker dragged down the board, leaving a long, dark mark as it went. Some students quieted immediately, while some continued whispering, a bit more hushed than before. He gritted his teeth, gripping the marker tighter.
"So you actually watch the news then?" He asked, his voice hollow.

The whole class quieted. He sighed, and he turned to face them.

"So, you think I killed them then?" He asked, crossing his arms over his chest. The students only stared at him. "Fair enough. I was friends with them. I might have had some sort of motive. They pissed me off, I pissed them off. Whatever. There might be reasons." He capped the marker and set it on the stand. "But here's the thing. I didn't kill them, because believe it or not, I'm a decent person. I don't like it when people die. Especially if they're close to me. I don't like losing people."

The students stayed quiet, but someone raised their hand.

"Lilli?" Lukas said, nodding in her direction.

The girl cleared her throat before speaking. "I don't like losing people, either. Friends, family. I don't like it when they leave. Because they're leaving me. Don't...don't they think about my feelings?" She said, but shrunk back down in her seat after she finished speaking.

Someone else raised their hand. "Go ahead, Leon."

"Honestly...I don't see why you would have done it. Killed them, hurt them. Whatever. I don't see any motive. You're a fairly level-headed guy. I mean, why would you fly off the handle? Hell, it'd be more likely if my brother was the one who killed them." Leon rested his chin in the palm of his hand, and looked away from everyone else.

"Hm. Any way, we don't have all day to talk about whether or not I killed them, so get out your books. We're leaving where we left off." He said, turning back to the board and grabbing an eraser to rid of the mark he had left.

"There's someone staring in from the window." Someone said, trying to keep their voice quiet.

Lukas froze, then snapped around to look at the window. No one. There was no one standing there, staring in. No one...
"Very funny. Now get out your book." He snapped, glaring at the student who had said it.

For the rest of the period, Lukas couldn't stop himself from gazing out the window every so often.


Mathias had only seen the boy briefly. For a split second, there was a boy. Standing at the end of the hallway, blood matting his hair and running down the side of his head. There was a knife clenched in his hands. The knife was covered in blood, and was dripping onto the floor. The boy stared at him, a large smile going from ear to ear. When he blinked, the boy disappeared, and the only evidence he had even been there was the blood on the floor. He stood there, waiting for the boy to come back, to try and kill him. But the boy didn't come back, so he went back to the project he was working on. He tried to ignore how much the red paint looked like blood.

He didn't know what to think. There was still blood on the floor...but maybe he had accidentally gotten some over there? No. He wasn't that untidy. But the boy had only been there a second. A split second. He hadn't even heard footsteps. And, he was supposed to be the only one on that level. Yeah. Imagining things. That 'blood' over there was just paint. He sighed, and focused more on his painting, but soon had to stop himself. The feeling of being watched was getting worse by the second. He needed to do something...something.

He whipped around and grabbed his sketchbook and flipped it open to a random page. He grabbed his pencil, and quickly began sketching down the boy he had seen. Every detail he could remember. From the blood covered face, to the way his eyes gleamed wildly. Ready to kill. It was scary almost, how his drawing almost looked exactly like the boy. How much detail he was putting into it. He had to stop himself from continuing, and set his pencil down beside him. His hands were shaking, his whole body was shaking. He stared at the paper, breathing coming out ragged.

He had to force himself to close his sketchbook and go back to the painting. He glanced around the hallway, making sure he was truly alone. After seeing no one, he allowed himself to go back to the painting. But his strokes were frantic and shaky, and he had to put down the paintbrush, and step away. Nothing. Nothing was working. He couldn't do it. Not now. He gathered his supplies, and hurried back to the elevator. His footsteps rattled throughout the empty halls. He kept glancing behind him, making sure no one was following him. When he reached the elevator, he ran in, and pressed the button frantically, trying to force the door closed faster.

When the doors finally closed, and he leaned against the wall, letting out a breath he didn't even know he was holding. He closed his eyes, letting the peaceful silence engulf him. The only sound was of the elevators gears working. The elevator stopped at the lobby, and he hurried out, waving at the nice blond lady who sat at the desk at the side, who always seemed to be on the phone.

Once he was outside, he turned back to look at the building, at the floor he had been.

There was a boy standing in the window, waving at him.

Mathias ran.

As fast as he could away from there.


The water was inviting, he decided. It had blocked out his vision, and soon took away his ability to breathe. But it was all for her, for Mathias, for Lukas. It was for them. So, he let it take over. He even smiled as it did. No matter how much it hurt, he wasn't going to fight it. This is what they all needed. Mommy would go away, leave Mathias and Lukas alone. Everything would be fine for them. They didn't need him, any way. They had been fine before, without him.

But then the real pain hit him, and he knew he had to breathe. The sharp waves of pain in his chest, he couldn't take it. He even saw a red substance float up, and soon the sharp tang of blood replaced the taste of the water. And then his vision was darkening, and he couldn't see. He couldn't hear. He could barely move. He tried to move his arms, his legs, to get to the surface. But it all failed him. He was going to die.

He tried to tell himself that he was supposed to die. That was how the story ends. This is how it all goes.

But Mommy was already gone, and he didn't want to die. He really didn't.

It was right before he lost consciousness did he feel someone grab him, and take him back to the surface.
When he woke, there were two people sitting over him. A boy and a girl. They both looked only a bit older than him, and they were whispering to each other, not noticing that he had woken up. He snapped his eyes back shut, so they wouldn't notice.

"We aren't telling him." The girl said. "We cannot tell him."

"But what happens when he finds out that we have been hiding this from him? We all get punished." The boy said.

Emil decided he liked the girl better.

"He's only a child!" The girl snapped.

"And we aren't?" The boy said, his voice dropping suddenly.

"I...Lars just, please. This once. Let me do something, that I want to do. He wont find out, okay? I'm really good at keeping secrets."

Even Emil didn't believe her when she said that.

"Of course you are." The boy paused, then sighed. "Fine. But if he finds out, then I'm not saving you."

"You know you will." The girl said, chuckling afterwards.

"No I wont!"
"Yeah, you will."
"Oh, screw you."

The girl laughed, and he heard footsteps, telling him that the boy had left. He opened his eyes, and got a better look at the girl. She had shoulder length blonde hair, and bright green eyes that were opened wide. She had a nice smile, Emil decided. She was very pretty, and her smile seemed to only add on to her beauty.

"You're awake!" She said, clasping her hands together happily. "We found you in the lake! What were you doing there without an adult?" She questioned, grabbing his hand.

"I..." Emil coughed up blood and water, and the girl grabbed a cloth from the table, and handed it to him. "Thank you." He finally said, disregarding her question.

"Where are your parents?" She asked.

Emil paused. "I don't have any." He said.

"Oh...there were screams. From the lake, before we found you. There was one...that sounded a bit... like...bitch something. I don't know. But what were you doing at the lake alone?"

Emil shrugged. He couldn't tell her. She wouldn't believe anything she said.

"You don't know? Did someone kidnap you?"

"No."
She patted him on the head, before getting up. "I'm going to go get Lars. He'd want to know you're awake." She said. "But wait! What's your name?"

"It's...Erikur."
She smiled. "Erikur! I like it! My names Laura!"

Emil smiled, and she ran out of the room.

She was nice.

Maybe...he finally found a place he could stay.


And that concludes the first chapter of the sequel! This took wayyyy too long to write. So many ways I wanted to go with it, so many ways scrapped.

But you know, I'm cool with it. I liked this one the best.

I'm totally not sorry for killing Gilbert and Arthur and Vlad.

Alright, any way, I'm just going to make a quick list of the characters that appeared so you don't get too confused.
Lukas: Norway
Mathias: Denmark
Emil/Erikur: Iceland
Vlad: Romania
England
America
Prussia
Sweden
Lars: Netherlands
Laura: Belgium
Lilli: Lichtenstein
Leon: Hong Kong
And, I'm pretty sure that's it.

And now for the languages used during this:
Ce: What
Mai târziu: Later
Senere: Later
That's it, I think.

Okay, so I'm gonna clear this up. Mommy is gone. She is done, she has moved onto wherever she went. She is no longer the supernatural being/antagonist. Someone else has taken up this role...if you can guess who it is.
Lars and Laura found Emil after they heard shouting coming from the lake. They lived in a house near there. And 'he' is their father. I don't know I wanted a side antagonist that will never show up in the story, but be mentioned.
Stupid author is stupid.

I don't even know if you're reading this.

Wow.

Any way, another thing. I'm gonna be including a song verse in every chapter. I've already found a bunch of songs that I'm gonna use. Can I just say Imagine Dragons have so many songs I could use for this, it's not even funny?
Yes, I can.

Any way, I don't know exactly when the next chapter is going to be up, but it's definitely not going to be tomorrow. It might be a few days, but I don't know. We shall see.

Okay, well, later.

~Faygo