Father demands his sons always be perfect, delightful and well behaved. How could he have known what repercussions that would have on his kids. He couldn't have known that one would become obsessed with him, one would become a two-faced lunatic and the other to be the exact opposite of what he wanted. Father wants to take over the world and will do so with an iron fist, but so will his boys and they won't hold back. He taught them manners and proper etiquette but, he should have also taught them mercy.
Chad-age 18
Bruce-the short blonde boy of the DCFDTL: age 10
Wallabee-age 9
Father Once Told Me: A Perfect Boy is Delightfully Well Behaved
~Chad~
February 6
Chad and Father were in the Mansion's training room, in the lower levels of the Manson. The room was large and bare, outfit with steel, the only furniture in the room was a large wardrobe, the held Chad's training armor
With well pointed coordination, Chad weaved through the barrage of fire balls.
"I think you're losing your touch." Chad mocked as he neared Father.
"Don't get cocky you little brat!" Father growled out as he formed a massive ball of fire in his hands. The ball of flames exploded, making smaller fireballs rain down upon Chad.
Chad jumped in place as he started to move, unable to stay in one spot for more than a second but also having to find a safe spot that wouldn't put him in a dead end.
Chad managed to outlast the fire rain but was sent back by a fresh fireball. Chad panted as he rose to his feet. "I think your losing your touch, number 274"-Father mocked.
"Well I'm not out yet papa." Chad said as he charged towards Father. A wall of fire was quickly sent his way, Chad put his arms in front of his face and jumped through it. Chad rolled across the ground and jumped to feet before going back to his former speed.
Chad reached Father and threw a determined punch which was dodged as was the next one he threw. The third one was caught as was the fourth, Chad stared down Father, who was soon enveloped in flames. Chad internally cried as his hands were burned. He gave a well-placed kick to the gut to Father and jumped back.
Chad shook his hands in the air, trying to bring them some relief before he jumped back into the oven. Chad took another running start and this time started his assault with a jump kick which was caught and opening him up to be thrown across the room.
As he neared the ground, Chad pushed off with his hands performing a flip and was able to regain his footing.
"You are on point today papa."
"Don't try to flatter me but thank you."
Chad have a light smile before he ran at the villainous parental figure. This time he started with one punch then followed up by a leg sweep. Father jumped back and saw Chad flying at him, he step-sided, dodging the lung and threw a fire ball.
Chad jumped to the side and quickly turned around just in time to avoid another fire ball. Chad bobbed through the volley of fireballs and charged at Father with a punch in standby. However, a beeping sound was heard and Father checked his watch.
"It's almost time for breakfast."
"How about a knuckle sandwich!" Chad said as he threw a determined punch.
"Well if you insist." Father said as he caught the fist and then punched Chad in the face. "Now, go get cleaned up."
"Yes papa." Chad said as he held his cheek. "...maybe I could help you do the same?"
"What?"
"Nothing papa, have a nice shower." Chad said as he heads to the steel closet against the wall.
"Hm. Maybe wash out your training armor at some point, knocking me out by smell alone won't count as a victory."
Later, in the dining hall of the Delightful Manson Down The Lane, Father is having his morning coffee with Chad. They sat at a long table with a red-carpet underneath, Father sat at the head of the table with
"You were really awake today. Any special reason?" Chad said, now wearing a blue vest over a white buttoned shirt with a red tie, and blue shorts.
"A special client is coming to one of my meetings, so I'm trying to be extra vigilant." Father retorted calmly, dawning a clean black silhouette suit.
"Well I know you'll do great regardless. Can I pack you a lunch?" Chad said with a hopeful smile.
"Not necessary, I'll be taking my guest out for lunch."
"Oh...ok. Where are you talking him uh them?"
"To that restaurant, you told me about that was just around the block."
"Paul and Foster's?"
"Yeah, I've gone there a few times. It's nice, it was a good suggestion."
"Thank you, papa, I'm glad you like it. May I ask who this client is?"
"I'll tell you if things are set in stone."
"Okay papa."
Father, Chad, and Bruce sat at a long dinner table. Father at the head of the table, Chad to his right and Bruce to his left. Just joining them was Wallabee, who sits on the next to Chad. Each of Father's children wear a blue suit with a buttoned white shirt underneath a red tie, blue shorts and brown shoes.
The family ate their cereal with a side of buttered bread and a glass of juice in silence. After breakfast, the family brushed their teeth in their respective rooms before gathering what they needed for the day. Once ready Father had his boys line up outside for a quick inspection, he paid close attention to Wallabee as he has only been with them for two weeks.
Once Father passed each of his children he permitted them to leave. They were driven to their respective destinations; Father to work, Wallabee and Bruce to Gallagher Elementary School, and Chad to McClintock High School. When his limo stopped, Chad grabbed his back pack and left the vehicle.
Chad looked at the teens all around him, having no desire to be social, he blocked out their noise and he walked into the high school. Chad went through his first two classes then went to home room. After minding his own business, preferring that over the conversations of other teens, Chad went to his next class. There a fellow teen tapped his shoulder, moments after he sat down. Chad turned his head to see a black male with dreadlocks in a green jacket smile at him.
"Sup Chad."
"Hello Maurice."
"How ya been?"
"I'm fine and you?"
"All good, so I was thinking that maybe we can chill later? Ya know?"
"I don't know Maurice...I usually go to the gym after school, ya know."
"Right right that's cool, though do you have to go to the gym every day?"
"I guess not, fine, I'll hang out with you. What do you have in mind?"
"Oh, check it-"
"Good morning students-"-the teacher said as bell rang.
"I'll tell ya later dude but it's super sweet."
Chad jotted down notes throughout of the class, ignoring the occasional note pass and even those that were meant for him.
When the lunch bell rang, the class flooded out into the halls. Chad stayed by Maurice as they headed to the cafeteria. They talked mostly about a new arcade opening up later that very day just for teens.
After school, Chad was taken to the brand-new arcade which was already packed with other teens. Though despite the massive crowd of eager teens, Maurice and Chad managed to play a few games in roaring peace.
Maurice gave many protests but, Chad told him that he had go home. He told Maurice that it was so he would stay on his schedule, but Chad wasn't too fond of all the loud obnoxious teens, he preferred the company of an older audience, there's was one in particular but, he wasn't going to tell. Understanding although not fully enjoying the changed situation, Maurice let Chad leave and told him that they should hang out again.
Chad agreed and then phoned his personal driver, who picked him up and was told to take him to the gym just for adults. On his way to his favorite gym, Chad left a voicemail on Father's phone about the new teen only arcade and that he was going to be at the gym. Technically the gym only allows adults and Chad is technically still a teen, but a while ago Father put in a good word for him. Once at the gym, he grabbed his gym bag from his locker and changed clothes in the nearly empty locker rooms. Once in workout appropriate clothes, a green tank and flame styled gym shorts, Chad put in a few hours of hard exercise.
On his way home, having showered and changed back at the gym, Chad did his homework in his limo. By the time they neared Father's mansion, Chad was nearly finished his studies for the evening. When Chad came home, he went to his shared bedroom to wind down. His potential for a peaceful evening was interrupted as he was soon joined by one of his younger brothers, Bruce, who seemed very upset.
"You look upset, what's wrong?" Chad asked as he put down his bag on his bed.
"Wallabee is being very bad, he is making a mess of the antique room."-Bruce said as he pointed outside of the room.
"What?! Why?"
"I don't know, he was upset about something Father did or may have said. I tried my best but, he won't listen to me." Bruce said with panic in his voice. "What will father do? Will I be punished as well? It would be most unfair and unjustified but it has happened in the past. Please brother you're the only one he likes, you must talk sense into the rambunctious child, please."
"Bruce calm down, you're not gonna get in trouble. Let's go find him." -Chad said as he placed a hand on Bruce's shoulder.
"I hope you're right." Bruce said as they left the bedroom in search of Wallabee. The two quickly headed for the antique room and clearly heard the sounds of destruction.
"Wallabee! Not again...let's get this place cleaned up. You can't keep doing this." Chad said loudly as he stood on the outside of the closed door.
"Why not!? He was being a big jerk!"-Wallabee yelled before the sound of a vase breaking was heard.
Chad rushed into the room, there were vases broken on the floor, the wooden chairs were missing their legs with others appeared to have been thrown across the room, several tables were knocked over, paintings with torn as was the plain brown and white wallpaper and as cherry on wreckage the carpet was ripped out in several places. Chad saw Wallabee in the center of the now safety hazard area, crying loudly in rage, and Bruce looking very worried. Wallabee was in an orange hoodie and blue jeans, that completely covered up his blue suit.
"Wallabee, stop it. You're not making anything better for yourself." Chad said in a slightly relaxed tone.
"Yes, you're being very naughty, Father will not like it."- Bruce said, coldly, as he stood by the door way, not wanting to enter the pit of disaster.
"Shut up! And don't touch me!" Wallabee said, flailing his fists angrily as Chad tried to pick him up.
"Wallabee! That's enough! Now behave yourself and tell me what's wrong." Chad said as he knelt down to the tempered child balling on the floor.
"I don't like it here! He's mean! I rather go back at the orphanage!" Wallabee said as he sat the floor crossing his arms, his eyes filled with tears of rage.
"Papa's not mean, he's just... hard to love, at first. Come on, let's get you cleaned up." Chad scooped Wallabee up, who still struggled in his hold. "Bruce, please clean this up and be careful. Come on Wallabee, you know the best way for him to like you is to not break his stuff." Chad walked out of the room with Wallabee in his arms, leaving Bruce to clean up the destroyed room.
"No! He's a just big meanie!"
"Tell me what happened."
"I came home from school and I went to the kitchen to have a cookie but, I couldn't get to them then he came in and took them and wouldn't let me have any of them! I begged for him to give me just one or two and he handed the jar to me and it was empty!"
"Oh, hehe oh papa, I'm sorry he didn't let you have one Wallabee but you know you're not supposed to have sweets before dinner. And breaking a room isn't the smart thing to do."
"Why not!? He was being a big jerk!"
"Yeah kinda, but now you're gonna be punished, and you still won't get a cookie."
"ARGHH! Not fair!"
"Next time you should try to be sneakier. I'm guessing you were making your own spy music."
"Y-yeah..." Wallabee said as he wiped his teary eyes. "I was being cool."
"I know but, don't do that next time, just be very quiet and very careful."
"Okay."
"I told you that last time, didn't I?"
"Last time you said not to ask you to get it for me." Wallabee said as Chad entered the personal bathroom in their shared room. Three beds were to the right, each having a small drawer to its right; and to the left of the beds was a large closet and the bathroom door.
"Yeah I told you to get it yourself and uh... now... now I'm telling you to get it yourself and not to make a huge mess if you don't get what you want."
"Then what do I do?"
"Try again later, this way you won't be punished and you might even get a cookie." Chad said as he set Wallabee down, he stood up and went to grab a napkin.
"But the jar was empty... I can't take something from an empty jar." Wallabee said as he watched Chad wet the napkin then put it to his cheek, rubbing the dirt away.
"The jar is always refilled at ten O' clock."
"I can't stay up that late. I got in trouble for leaving the room at 7:30."
"You only get in trouble if you get caught. Sooo..."
"Don't get caught?"
"Exactly."
"But how do I do that?"
"Like what I said be careful be silent and also learn from your mistakes. Also, I'm telling you this now, so you won't be mad at me in the future, you're bound to get caught a few times just try your best." Chad had grabbed a few napkins and set them before cleaning up Wallabee's face. "Now go change your clothes, put them in the hamper just don't toss them to the floor."
"Uhuh thanks Chad, I wish he was a lot more like you, you're pretty cool." Wallabee said as he left the bathroom.
Chad went back to the crime scene were Bruce was frantically sweeping, there being a small trash can in the middle of the room. "Hey Bruce, how ya doing? Sorry to make you clean up his mess, why don't you take a break and I'll take it from here. Father will be here soon anyway to see what happened." Chad said as he approached Bruce.
"Thank you, big brother." Bruce said as he instantly handed Chad the broom and quickly walked away.
A few moments later, the doors to the room burst open, surprising Chad as he gave a startled jump.
"That little brat...though I'm assuming it was a lot worse before you tried to clean up."
"Hello papa, how was your meeting? Did it go over well?"
"It was fine and yes it did, though I think I might have over stated the-hey don't change the subject. He destroyed another room!"
"Because someone wouldn't let him have a cookie."
"I don't give handouts, you know that. So, did you punish him?"
"No... I gave him advice to do better in the future. But do you want me to punish him?"
"You gave him advice?"
"Well yeah...I was hoping that I can train him to help you, even though he's only been here for three months."
"What about the other one? Are you going to train him too? He's been here for four years well technically I suppose only two."
"Bruce doesn't seem like he would be interested, nor do I think he has what it takes. But I'll see what I can do."
"Very well but, from now on you'll get a spanking every time he messes up. Though I won't have you telling him, he has to behave on his own, and it'll be a good motivator for you to be a better role model."
"Yeah...I guess..." Chad said as he tugs at his caller a bit.
"Now go prepare me a bath, I'll deal with him now and this better be the only room or you'll be punished right after dinner."-Father said as he walked out of the room.
"Y-yes papa..." Chad's eyes widened for a moment before he quickly finished sweeping the last of the mess so, he could go check if there was another ruined room. He was glad to find that his search was unsuccessful and went to set up the bath Father wanted.
Chad entered Father's room and went to his personal bathroom, which was much larger than his own. Chad started a bath and hung up clean towels as well as a yellow and pink bathrobe. Chad checked the water, making it a little hotter than Father would like so when he finally gets in it, it will be the perfect temperature.
Chad left the bathroom and went to the kitchen to grab an ice pack, knowing Wallabee would needed it. He went back to his room which door was closed and had Bruce standing outside of it.
"Hey, how was school for you?"-Chad asked as he turned to Bruce, who looked up at him.
"Fine, Mrs. Burnik was out today so we had a sub."
"She's your gym teacher, right?"
"Was. I have reason to believe that she won't be teaching for a while."
"Oh, she was fired?"
"In a manner of speaking."
"...may I ask why?"
"I'm guessing because she was bad at her job. That is why one would be fired is it not."
"Yeah I guess so. How unfortunate for her. How are you doing in your other classes?"
"Simply delightful."
"That's good to hear."
"...What about you, older brother? How are your classes progressing?"
"They're fine, getting straights A's like always. Excuse me but, do you have to deal with the Kids Next Door?"
"No, but Wallabee may have though, his reckless behavior may have attracted their attention. However, I am not certain."
"I wouldn't be surprised, what's he like in class?"
"I've heard that he picks fights with other kids and has gotten dentition a few times this week already."
"It's Monday..."
"I know."
"Wow he's a real trouble maker. I wonder how he is in a fight. Well is there anyone in particular? That he fights?"
"The bubblegum bandits."
"The what?"
"A group of kids who use bubblegum as a snack and as ammunition for their strange weapons. They steal people's homework, I pay them off so I don't have to worry about it."
"How well does he do?"
"As well as any of the other kids. Unfortunate."
"Man, I help him with that homework and it takes him forever. I can't just let that go by. I'll just have to teach him how to fight then."
"I've heard and seen that they are quite efficient with their 2by4 technology."
"Really? Guess I should get some for training, you don't want to join in, would you?"
"I suppose I should know the common tools. However, I am not too keen on the idea of being attacked."
"So, is that a yes or a no?"
"A suppose so."
"Well we'll figure all that out later."
Eventually, the door opened and Father walked out, saying that dinner was in an hour. The two blondes nodded and entered their bedroom. Wallabee was on his bed, which was the furthest from the door. He was crying and his buttocks was tomato red.
Chad picked up Wallabee and put the ice pack onto the sting flesh. Wallabee was put across Chad's lap, this one was much more pleasant than the last.
"Hey Wallabee, how would you like combat practice? Bruce told me that you've had people messing with you."-Chad
"What's that? Is it another chore?" Wallabee bawled.
"It's more like I'll teach you how to fight."
"R-really?" Wallabee said with surprised look, wiping the tears away.
"Yeah, so how is school going?"
"I hate it, people think I'm stupid. And they make fun of me, and some of the fifth graders try to beat me up. And they make me late for classes and I'm the one in trouble for fighting but they never get in trouble!"
"Well next time you'll really show them what for. Also, dinner is in about an hour. Why don't you rest here and do your homework? I'll come get you when dinner is ready."
"Ok." Wallabee was given his back pack with the ice pack on his behind.
"Bruce, come with me." Chad said as he left Wallabee to heal and work. Bruce followed Chad to a room underground. The room was plain but large, the walls and floor were hard steel. Just a few inches to the right of the only exit was a large wardrobe.
Bruce looked around and saw Chad putting on body armor made out of an assortment of objects.
"You look ridiculous."-Bruce said as he observed Chad.
"Don't you dare mock this uniform, it means a lot to me okay! I used to wear this when I went on missions with papa. He stole it from the KND's supreme leader. Number 274."
"I am not putting something like that on my head. What is that anyway?"
"I think it's a vegetable drainer, it's for protection. Here, what about a football helmet?"
"Very well." Bruce said before the helmet was put on him. Chad put gloves on his hands then added basic padded armor. "I feel absurd."
"You do look pretty stupid." Chad said with a chuckle, much to Bruce's annoyance. "Alright let's get the basics of hand to hand down first."
An hour later, the three boys are having dinner in the large dining room with their adoptive father.
"So, papa, how was your day?" Chad asked happily, eating a piece of broccoli as he looked at his adoptive father.
"It was fine, I'm starting a new project soon."-Father informed as he took the first few bites of his meal.
"Ooo what is it papa?"
"It's a restaurant for adult birthday parties, well any party really for adults."
"Oh, that sounds wonderful." Chads said with a bright smile, while Wallabee mumbled something to himself.
"What was that?"-Father said with a demanding tone.
"I said it sounds stupid, it's not like you crummy adults can get any older."-Wallabee said as he poked the vegetables on his plate.
"Kids turn into teenagers, who turn into adults who become senior citizens."-Chad interjected with a slight tone of his own.
"Whatever." Wallabee said as he played with the last things on his plate.
"Come on Wallabee, veggies are good for you, they'll help you kick more butt at school. Wallabee's being bullied." Chad said the last part to Father.
"They taste awful, like chalk."
"Here's a little secret, mix it in with your food and you won't even taste it. Or eat them first then eat the rest of meal that way it won't be the last things you taste."
"They're gross though, besides I already ate everything else..."
"Well maybe if your good papa might let you have a cookie. But you'd have to eat the rest of the vegetables and apologize for making a mess of one of the rooms."
"And then I can have a cookie?" Wallabee asked as he looked at Father, who was looking back at him.
"Possibly if you're polite, charming and well mannered." Father said as Chad ruffled Wallabee's hair. Wallabee quickly ate the vegetables and swallowed his disgust as he wiped his mouth with the napkin to his right. "I'm very sorry for trashing the room. May I please have a cookie Father?"
"...you may." Father said with a dismissive wave of the hand.
"Yes!" Wallabee said as he jumped out of his chair and started a small dance of joy. "Oh, I mean -ahem- thank you Father." Wallabee said as he bowed respectfully.
"But you also have to clear the table and take that off."
"What? But I...yes father." Wallabee said trying to maintain a polite smile as he took off his orange jacket, revealing a blue suit like the other boys. Wallabee hands the jacket to Father, who puts it in his lap; then he walks towards the kitchen.
"And while you're at it why don't you get one for the rest of us." Father said just as Wallabee passes him, hearing his aggravated grumble.
"I would love too...jerk."
"What?"
"Nothing Father." Wallabee said with a smile as he walked into the kitchen.
A few minutes later, Chad and the others were given their cookies, everyone saying thank you as it was handed to them. Wallabee sat back in his seat and happily ate the last cookie in his hand. Chad left with the other males so Wallabee could clear the table in peace.
Chad went to Father's room, with Father a few steps behind him. Chad kicked off his shoes, placing them near the bed before taking off his suit jacket. Just as he was taking off his tie, Father entered the room.
"You're not sleeping in my bed again."
"But papa, please? You're so hot err warm." Chad said as he unbuttoned his shirt and began folding it.
"No, you move around too much and you're too clingy."
"I can change that. Just give me another chance, please papa?"
"Fine fine, but this is your last chance. Aren't you too old for this anyway?" Father said as he walked towards his personal bathroom, glancing back at Chad.
"Uhh well what no I'm only eighteen and with hormones it's only makes the need even stronger."
"Oh. Right, of course, wait what need?" Father said looking back at Chad over his shoulder.
"Uhh nothing papa~ stupid teenage stuff." Chad said with a smile, having his hands behind his back.
"Hmm." Father entered his bathroom, and Chad gave a silent cheer. Father came out of the bathroom in his human attire and found Chad bunched up in the covers. "Leave I have to undress."
"Ohh right umm ok, could you turn around for a second?"
"I'm not gonna ask." Father said with crossed arms as he turned around. Chad quickly reached for his underwear and put it on while staying under the covers.
"Ok." Chad said with a bright smile.
"...you still have to get out of the bed." Father exclaimed with a glare.
"Oh right of course, I'll leave you to it." Chad said with a nervous joy as he got out of bed and went into the hall, standing there in his underwear. After a few minutes, Chad pushed the door open just a bit and peered inside. A smile easily worked its way on to his face, he waited for a few minutes after father got in bed before re-entering the room.
A calmed down Chad closed the door behind him, the room was dark except for the moonlight coming from a nearby window. Chad went into the bathroom and brushed his teeth before he was ready for bed. Chad discarded his only article, folding it the putting it with the others, and climbed into bed, having an irritant Father embraced in his arms.
The next day, February 7, Chad woke up and got dressed, he quickly went to his room to swap shirts. Soon, Chad went to the dining room where the family was having breakfast.
"You're late big brother."-Bruce said as he looked up from his plate.
"I know I decided to change my shirt."-Chad said as he took his spot between Wallabee and Father. "Good morning." Chad said with a smile to his family.
"Good morning."-His family said in unison as they paused their meal.
Chad looked over at Father, who was reading the paper, then over to Bruce who was staring at the remaining food he was eating then at Wallabee who was playing with his food. Wallabee was in blue suit just like the other boys, while he usually wore his beloved orange hoodie over it. Chad nudged Wallabee and the youngest brother, who grumbled as he sank in his chair and started eating.
Chad began eating with smile was on his face, he wore a blue T with his black jacket over his chair. Chad didn't have a lot of time to eat as he was late, which was he punished for. Chad cleared the table as the others got ready for the day, he finished his food in between washing the dishes.
During which, Father came into the room, leaving the paper on the smaller dinner table. When Chad finished his punishment, he grabbed the paper left for him and quickly went to his room, with the paper in one hand and the jacket on the other.
Chad met up with his younger brothers, each of them having their school supplies and in a horizontal line in behind of Father. Chad joined the line and Father inspected the boys for any imperfections. It wasn't too terribly long before they got in their personal limos. Bruce and Wallabee having to share one as everyone was off in their own different directions.
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