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Beastboy woke up with a headache. He rubbed his head where it hurt and discovered he had a bump the size of a walnut.
Oh yeah.
Raven hit him with a plate last night.
Beastboy didn't mean any harm in eating that thing, he was just being a hungry jerk, as always.
But Raven would take him seriously if he was in a clown suit. Or maybe its the other way around. Maybe she can't even take him seriously even when he is serious.
Then he remembered the banana. A good excuse for him to talk to her. He could let it slip that he was really sorry he ate her fajita. She would forgive him and then everyone would live happily ever after.
Control Freak woke up later than he usually did. He tiptoed downstairs, wondering why his mother had not woken him up like she usually did. She wasn't in the kitchen making bacon, eggs, and pancakes as she usually was. She wasn't in the living room checking the weather on the television. He tiptoed up to her room, a forbidden zone. He knocked. That was as far as he was allowed to go. There was no answer. Her turned the knob anxiously, half expecting his mother to pop out and catch him going into her room. He let go and the door, pushed by its momentum, opened. What he saw was frightening and deep down, it was something Control Freak had been waiting for his whole life. His mother lay motionless on the floor, her gray hair open like a fan. She was as dead as a fat old lady could be.
Control Freak Never touched her body. He would never step in her room the rest of his life.
The first thing he did as a free man was eat all the forbidden food. The special mom-only junk food, the alcohol he had never had before in his life. Drunk and full, he started making preparations for his new reality TV show.
Robin walked into the living room the same way he had for years. But something was different. He couldn't tell what it was. He thought it was that he could actually hear the waves crash on the shore, and the birds sing. Then he realized that all the little noises, the monotonous, subtle, sub-audible, regular noises were gone. The hum of the fridge, the click of the wall clock, the creaking of the frame. It was peacefully silent. Robin told himself it was Cyborgs doing and went on with his morning routine, unaware that he was being watched.
Starfire woke up, made her bed, kissed Silky good morning and opened her door. Without looking, she knew there was something on her door. She looked, afraid it was a stink-bomb planted by Beastboy, but there was a beautiful pink-flowered sign that read Starfire on it. She immediately thought Robin and sprung to the bathroom with an extra happy aura surrounding her. If she knew who had really put her name there, she would have torn the door off its hinges and shredded it to pieces.
Control Freak, now decorated with stains from his drinks, sat in the kitchen. A game controller in his hand, surrounded by televisions. The floor was a mess and Control Freak's clothes needed washing. A boy needs a mother's love to do things like cleaning, but Control Freak was a grown man. A boy at heart maybe, but he was a grown man still. He wouldn't die without his mother. No, he would do the exact opposite.
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