The boy in green looked up at Nastasia. The two stared at one another awkwardly. Nastasia picked Mr. L up. "What is Dimentio up to now? Who even is this child?" She asked herself.

Mr. L hesitated. "Nassy, I can-"

"Wait…" Nastasia adjusted her glasses. "...Mr. L, is that you?"

He went quiet and blushed, but his silver eyes and bags under his eyes made it pretty clear who he was.

"Oh, Jaydes…" Nastasia whispered. She rubbed her temples. "Dimentio's shenanigans weren't scheduled for another Tuesday." She sighed. "What did he do this time?"

"H-He, um…" Mr. L decided to hold back on the memory part, as Nastasia always acted strange whenever he brought up his past. "He said that I should be pwaying outside instead of working. A-And I told him that if he wanted to pway outside wike a thwee-year-old, he could see if I cared. But then he turned me into this! I…" He looked down. "I don't know what to do…"

Nastasia took a deep breath. "Ok. If you're admitting that, you must be in a dark place. Let's get you something to wear. I don't know how I'll explain this to the Count…"

"Explain what?" Count Bleck asked. The assistant jumped. He noticed Nastasia holding Mr. L, who was sniffling. "You know, I probably don't want to know...Said Count Bleck."

"Uh, well…"

"It's all Dimmy's fault!" Mr. L blurted out. He pouted, finding it harder to say Dimentio's name.

"Okay. I'll bite. Who is this small sassy child? Asked the Count."

"Well..It's L," Nastasia explained. "Dimentio did this to him and now he's ran off...I'm not quite sure why."

The toddler watched them talk about him. He blushed. This was too embarrassing.

"What, the Count exclaimed! Who gave him vacation time? When the heroes are advancing on us? Besides, who will do all the cooking tonight?"

The assistant blinked. "About that last part...Did you mean L or Dimentio?"

"This child, obviously!" Count Bleck replied, gesturing to Mr. L. "These tiny noodle arms couldn't hold an empty pot, much less a full one... Nevertheless! We must take care of him the best we can. Make it so, Nastasia." As soon as those words left his mouth, his green bandanna slipped off of his private. There was a brief silence. "Start by scrounging up some clothes for him, ordered the Count!"

"Well, I was about to…" Before she could finish, Count Bleck left the room. She sighed. "Never mind." She picked up the boy in green. "Come on, L." With the toddler in her arms, she walked down the hall.

"I do not have noodwe arms!" Mr. L cried.

Nastasia paused to feel them. "No you don't... They're actually rather chubby."

He glared. "THEY AREN'T CHUBBY EITHA!"

Just then, Mimi appeared in the hall. "Hey, Nassy!" She gasped, beaming. "Oh my gosh! Who's your cute little friend!?"

"Dimentio did something to Mr. L and now he's like this. And as you can obviously see, he needs clothing," She explained. She put the boy down in front of Mimi. "With your fashion sense, I want you to make some clothing for him. Durable and with a 10,000 thread count."

Mimi paused, giving him a suspicious glance. "Wait. How do I know this is really L?"

Nastasia frowned. "Why would I lie about this?"

"Wait! I got it!" She said, ignoring her friend. Mimi narrowed her eyes and looked at the boy hard. "Who was the maiden who challenged the goddess Athena to a weaving contest and got turned into a spider for it?"

"Awachne," Mr. L answered with a deadpan expression.

Mimi's eyes widened. She paused for a moment, examining his facial features. "I'll get started on those clothes…" Mimi went into her room.

Mr. L tugged on Nastasia's sleeve. "Nassy, can we wait somewhere until the cwothes are done?"

"I suppose we can wait in my room. Do you need anything to entertain you?"

"Some pappa and a pencil, pwease!" Mr. L replied. Maybe I can work on an extra creative plan to beat those stupid heroes.

"Very well," Nastasia replied. She lead him to her room and handed him the requested items. "I have some things to attend to, so do what you want. However, if you draw on the walls, I'll hand out a punishment, even if you're a toddler now. Thank you." She left the room, leaving him alone.

The boy in green grabbed a book as a hard surface and doodled a giant Brobot with hands and feet. What did he call him again? Ah, yes. Brobot L-Type. "When Dimentio gets back, I'm gonna fight him…"

He began to write instructions for the plan only to find that his hands wouldn't let him write in his usual cursive. His eyes widened. "Hey! I can't write beautifuwy anymore! What gives!?" Just then, he started tearing up. Growling, Mr. L wiped his tears. "He is so dead…"

Half an hour later, Mimi arrived with small clothing. "Hey, little L! Got your clothes ready!"

The boy frowned. "Don't call me wittle L…"

"Fine. Here." She handed him the clothing and smiled. "You're so adorable…"

Mr. L put on the clothes as fast as possible. He now wore a black T-shirt and a pair of grey overalls with a green pocket stitched in that had a reverse L emblem on it.

Mimi picked him up and held him close. "You're so tiny I can just pick you up!"

He frowned. "Mimi, I'm still in my twenties mentawy…"

"I know, but look at you. You're like the little bro I never had!"

"Put me down. NOW. I'm not anybody's wittle brotha!"

She sighed and put him down. "Alright. Fine, Grouchy. Do those clothes fit okay?"

He crossed his arms. "Despite the fact I wook ridiculous. Yes, these are quite nice." He placed his thumb in his mouth and started sucking.

Mimi giggled. "New thumb sucking habit?"

Mr. L noticed what he was doing and took his thumb out. "Shut up…"

The girl sat on Nastasia's bed and swung her legs back and forth. "Sooooo... Wanna play video games? You can't work on the dumb robot anymore so you have nothing better to do!"

"Bwobot is not dumb!" He said with crossed arms. Mr. L let out a sigh. "I guess we can play video games...But I'm gonna kick your butt even as a thwee year old!"

Mimi giggled. "As if. You'd be lucky to score a single kill!"

"Oh yeah? We'll see about that!"

The spider took the toddler's hand and pulled him towards her room. However, she realized she was getting quite a bit of resistance from him. She turned with a smirk. "What's the matter? Afraid of losing?"

"No! I just don't need you holding my hand! I won't get wost!" He yanked his hand away from Mimi and started walking down the hallway.

"Umm L...That's the wrong hallway."

He turned around and walked in a different direction. "I know that!"

"That's the wrong way too."

Mr. L groaned, then reluctantly took Mimi's hand. "You better not pick a wittle kid's game or something…"

"Relax, I wouldn't do that." A few minutes later, the toddler watched in horror as a zombie ate out an alien's brains. "What?" Mimi asked, oblivious.

"Nothing." He gulped, then shook his head. "Let's get to pwaying already."

Mimi started up the game. "Okay, I'm the aliens."

The boy tried to pick up the controller before noticing something. "Mimi, my hands are too small for the controwwa. I can't reach the buttons!" She ignored him and continued to play. He glared. "Mimi! This is too hard!"

Without looking at him, she said, "I thought you said you could beat me even as a toddler, short stuff."

"Don't call me that! And this isn't my fault! It's Dimmy's!"

"Yeah, whatever…"

Mr. L pouted. "Can we pway something else?"

"Hold on. Let me finish beating you first."

He groaned and crossed his arms. Mimi finished the game, completely destroying him. She showed her satisfaction as the game reached its end. "And that's that." She smirked, then noticed the high scores. "Oh my gosh, I just blew your previous high score to smithereens! I'm the reigning champion now!"

Mr. L knew it was silly, but he couldn't help but start sniffling. He sensed something uncharacteristic of him coming on.

"Okay. What'd you want to-?" Mimi noticed Mr. L sniffling. She raised an eyebrow. "You okay, little L?"

"I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU NOT CALL ME THAT, YOU BIG JERK!" He shouted, tears pouring down his face.

"Whoa. Time out." The spider put down her controler and tried giving him a hug. "This make you feel any better?" He continued to sob inconsolably. Mimi sighed. "What have I done?"

O'Chunks burst into the room. "What in blazin'-!?" He quieted down when he noticed the boy in green. "Is that 'im? Nastasia told meh what 'appened."

The boy squirmed out of Mimi's arms and hid under the couch in embarrassment. Mimi sighed and crossed her arms. "That's him, alright."

O'Chunks frowned. "Mr. L, please come outta there."

"No! I don't wanna!"

"Do it or I'll get Nastasia."

"Do it then! See if I care!" He snapped.

The Scottsman shrugged. "Fine then." He said.

After a minute, he came back in with Nastasia. She sighed. "L, come on. I've seen you act more mature even after losing to the hero." The boy was silent. She gave an over exaggerated sigh. "I guess I'll have to let the Boogeyman that lives under there GET HIM AND EAT HIM!"

Mr. L came out screaming, clinging to Nastasia's leg. He paused and looked up at her neutral expression. He glared and immediately let go. "You win this round," He mumbled.

"Anyway, lunch is ready...Only problem is that it's hard for a toddler to eat, so…"

The next thing he knew, everyone ate at the table with hamburgers. Mr. L was barely able to reach the table, even while standing up. He pouted and looked away, refusing to acknowledge his cut up burger.

"Eat your burger, L, or you don't get dessert," Nastasia said.

"But why does it have to be cut in-? Wait, there's dessert!?" She nodded and he began eating quickly.

Mimi glanced at the boy and noticed his plight with not being able to reach the table. "L's too short... We might need to find him a chair."

Count Bleck nodded. "That is a good point, agreed Count Bleck…"

Swallowing a piece of his burger, Mr. L asked, "Oh yeah. When can I go on my next mission?"

Count Bleck blinked. "Mission?"

"Yeah! I'm still tough! Bwobot and I will show 'em!" He said, smashing his fist into his other hand and wearing a confident grin.

Nastasia shifted uncomfortably. "Your next mission is after lunch and dessert. It's to find the rare yellow flower that turns white with time and bring it to us. That's sure to make the heroes fall!"

Mr. L frowned. "...A Daisy?"

"No," She replied.

In a spooky voice, Count Bleck said, "It lurks just outside in the garden somewhere! It will turn white today!" In a normal voice, he added, "Says Count Bleck."

Still skeptical, he muttered, "Um...Okay then."

"Oh, and before I forget... " She handed the toddler a package. "Go into the bathroom and put these on please. We don't have time on the schedule for cleaning up accidents."

He froze. "Wait a hot second. Are you asking me, Mr. L, the Green Thunda, top minion, certified mechanic...TO PUT ON DIAPERS!?"

"Not quite. They're pull ups."

"THAT'S THE SAME THING!"

Nastasia sighed. "They're training pants, not diapers. I don't want to clean up after you, nor does anybody else."

"But I'm twenty…" Mr. L hesitated, still not knowing his exact age. "Something! I know how to use the potty!"

"Well, good. Prove it to us by wearing these and keeping them dry."

The boy pouted and left the room. "I hate you guys…"

Once he left the room, Mimi spoke up. "Hey, is it just me or is L acting more...Childish ever since this whole thing started? You shoulda seen his little temper tantrum today, Count!"

"Aye, he be actin' funny," O'Chunks agreed.

Count Bleck sighed. "You do have a point...Maybe we should ask Dimentio what he did exactly...Mutters Count Bleck…"

"Except Dimentio is on vacation! We don't know where he is…" Nastasia muttered.

Suddenly, they heard a scream and a loud SPLASH! Mimi got up and came back a few seconds later with a crying, sobbing wet toddler. "He was trying to go potty and fell in!"

The boy refused to look at the Count or Nastasia, turning away stubbornly. Nastasia frowned. "Maybe we should get a new seat too. We'll have to go shopping later today…"

Through his tears, Mr. L shouted, "I'm gonna kick Dimmy all the way to the Underwhere when I see him again!"

"Why did Dimentio even do this? Do you know?" Count Bleck asked.

"I don't know nothing, Count!" He lied.

The shadowman sighed and took Mr. L in his arms. "For the time being, he'll stay with me. He clearly can't take care of himself…"

EDIT: One of my timestamps snuck its way in here. (I put the time I start writing to show how much I wrote in one session. I usually delete it after. Whoops!)