Hello again readers! Thank you for continuing on to the second chapter! I want to thank everyone who reviewed, favourited, and followed! You guys are awesome!

Any way, this chapter is a bit shorter than the last one, which I'm not happy with. About 2,000 or 3,000 words while the last one was around 4-5,000 words. /Flips table/

So, I guess I should clear a few more things up. Right now Lukas is nineteen, Mathias is twenty, Tino is 20 and Berwald is 20. Lukas is the baby of the group. Ehe.

And yes, Tino and Berdy should make another appearance! They might die! Who knows! I don't! Because I haven't decided yet!

Anyway, thanks again to everyone. And I would just like to point out that reviews keep me motivated! And I would really like feedback. I want to know if you think it's good or not.

~Faygo

Emil stayed where he was, but pulled the puffin away from his chest. He held it out in front of him.

"I don't like him either Mommy." Emil said, shaking his head. "I don't like him one bit."

Chapter Two.

"So are you getting married or what?" Gilbert asked, taking a quick swig of beer.

Gilbert had asked him to come to the local bar which they usually met up at every Friday night. It was Thursday, so something must have been up. Mathias had agreed almost immediately, because he hadn't had a drink in a while. And since Lukas forbid him from having any alcohol in the house since Emil was coming, he was really going to need a drink. He was going to need a lot of drinks.

"I think we're back down to room mates." Mathias said, pinching the bridge of his nose in annoyance. "He doesn't want Emil's doctor person to know that we're fucking or some shit. But I think the guys onto us. I mean, who cares if I like it in the ass."

Gilbert chuckled, and wrapped an arm around Mathias' shoulders. "I would leave him, man. End it all now. You don't need to take this shit. He doesn't have to make you do anything"

Mathias pushed Gilbert off of him. "You know I cant do that."

"Whatever, dude. Of course you can...But you've been complaining about this kid before you guys even started dating. He's always been so obsessed with that piece of shit." Gilbert shook his head, and took a sip from his beer, before sliding it away from him, knocking the glass against Mathias' drink.

"Would you leave Matthew?" Mathias questioned, leaning back in his seat. "If this kind of shit came up?" He sat forward for a second to reach his beer.

Gilbert paused, before letting a sigh escape his lips. "I...guess. I wouldn't know how to handle it, dude. I love Mattie and all, I love him a lot, but I don't know man. A kid?"

Mathias shrugged. "Emil's not that bad."

"Weren't you just saying five minutes ago that Emil was the devil spawn?"
"Things change."
"It's been five minutes."
"Whatever."

"So...where are you going any ways? To take care of the little shit." Gilbert asked, resting his head on the table.

"I cant tell you. I don't even know why. Something about 'Since we use it to do random shit, and that random shit is really important random shit, it's kept secret so we can keep out shit straight'." Mathias leaned back into the booth even more, and crossed his arms behind his head.

"That sucks balls. Too bad you cant have the awesome me come to stay with you sometime."

Mathias sighed. "The stupidest thing is that they told us where it was before we even agreed."

"More like they told Lukas before he agreed."

"Exactly."

"I feel bad for you. Some bat shit crazy boyfriend, room mate excuse me, the devil spawn, a nice house, and no way to have fun. And all for the bat shit crazy boy-room mate."

Mathias' eyes narrowed. "Don't push it."

Mathias rested his head on the table. Two days until Emil arrived. Until the maniac of a child arrived. He wasn't looking forward to it. The kid made him nervous, and he felt that he had reason to believe that this kid was secretly planning on murdering him in his sleep. He sat up, and pinched the bridge of his nose. Gilbert was telling him to leave Lukas, but he felt that wasn't an option. Some maniac kid was not going to get in the way of their relationship. No matter how terrifying that kid was. He didn't dare call Emil cute. You couldn't call that devil child 'cute'.

They had finished moving into the house the day before and now they had, or more accurately, he had two days to enjoy it. Damn devil spawn was going to ruin it all for him. But Lukas obviously loved the kid, even though he couldn't see how, so he really couldn't complain. To Lukas at least. Lukas would slap him, then kick him out of the house. And this house was a nice house...

Mathias stood and walked out of the kitchen into the living room. Lukas sat in the middle of the room on the floor. He was holding his notebook, which had been that 'book attempt'. Mathias thought he had thrown it away, but obviously not. Something must have been wrong. Or...better.

"There is a couch you know." Mathias said, sitting across from Lukas.

"Whatever." Lukas muttered, flipping to the next page in the notebook. He grabbed a pencil that had been resting on the floor beside him and quickly wrote something down before the snapping the notebook shut. He looked up to see the Dane staring at him. "What?" He questioned getting annoyed.

"Nothing." Mathias said resting his forehead against Lukas'. "So...two days..."

Lukas allowed himself to smile for a second. "Yeah. Two days."

"So you're sure about this? He doesn't freak you out or anything," Mathias asked, wrapping his arms around Lukas' neck."With the whole 'Mommy' situation?"

"As far as I'm concerned," Lukas said, his voice suddenly going cold. "'Mommy' is just another useless imaginary friend."

The sun was shining brightly that day, sending a warm glow over everything. Emil hated it.

Emil sat in the doctors office. He was sitting in a dark wood chair with soft green fabric cushioning the seat. It was comfortable, but he didn't like it. It was slightly used, and had a faint smell of alcohol. He assumed the doctors last 'patient.' He glanced over at the window. There was a building opposite the one he was in. He could see through the window into the other building. Mommy stood there. She smiled and waved at him. He smiled, before looking back at the stupidity in front of him.

Emil stared at the man. The doctor was setting up what he had called a 'camera'. Something that could capture a moment in time or that could capture an extended amount of time. He didn't like it. The doctor glanced over to hi and smiled. Emil slumped in his chair, and let out an annoyed sigh. This was stupid. The doctor was stupid. He didn't need help. He was perfectly fine. He had Mommy. If there was something wrong with him, Mommy could fix it. He didn't need some idiot who barely knew left from right to help him.

The doctor finally sat down in the chair opposite him, a rocking chair painted white. He held a pen and a notebook, and was already writing something down. He smiled up at Emil.

"Okay, Emil, are you ready?" He asked.

Emil nodded. He had been ready the whole time. He was just waiting for the doctor to get his act together.

"All right. I want you to slow your breathing and to close your eyes." The doctors voice softened.

Emil did as instructed. He heard a click, but ignored it.

"Do you remember how you got to the cabin?" The doctor asked, and Emil could hear him flipping through the pages in his notebook.

"Daddy brought me there." Emil said, already bored with the doctors antics.

"Why did your father take you there?"

"I don't remember." That was a lie. He remembered. He remembered clearly why. Mommy had told him the real truth behind it. He remembered. But he didn't want to tell the doctor. He would know too much then. And Mommy had said not to tell anyone. So he wouldn't. No matter how much the doctor pried. He wouldn't tell.

"You don't?" The doctor sounded almost surprised.

"No, I don't."

He heard the doctor whisper something to himself, but he couldn't understand what he was saying. Emil sighed, and drummed his fingers on the armrest of the chair.

"All right, can you tell me what you do remember?" The doctor seemed annoyed with him, but he didn't care.

"I remember...that daddy said he loved me and he was crying...Then he went away. I thought he didn't want me to see him crying, but when I looked for him, I couldn't find him anywhere." He felt tears prick at his eyes, but he quickly wiped them away. He didn't like it when people saw him cry. It showed them he was weak, that he was just a child. That he couldn't do anything for himself.

"And is that when you met Mommy?"

"It isn't any of your business." Emil growled, quickly sitting up from his slumped position. His eyes shot open, revealing his icy glare. "I want to leave." He said, glaring at the man.

The doctor tried to look away from the boys eyes. "We still have twenty meetings left, Emil." The doctor chuckled, trying to break the icy atmosphere that had engulfed the room.

"Mommy said let me leave."
"Emil-"
"Let me leave!"

The doctor sighed, and motioned to the door. Emil stood, and walked to the door. But then he stopped, and turned back around to look at the doctor.

"Are you coming Mommy?"

Lukas and Mathias sat out on the porch steps, waiting for Emil to arrive. They both sat in complete silence, trying to enjoy each others company. Emil's doctor had just called, saying that they would arrive soon. Lukas looked like he was about to scream, while Mathias wasn't looking forward to the upcoming moment at all.

Lukas grabbed Mathias' hand, intertwining their fingers. He gave a gentle squeeze before sighing.

"Don't ask me if I'm having second thoughts. Because I'm not." Lukas said, his voice blank.

"I wasn't going to ask you if you were." Mathias stated, resting his head on Lukas' shoulder. "And just so you know, I'm not having second thoughts either."

Lukas rolled his eyes. "Sure."

A black van stopped in front of the house before pulling into the driveway. Lukas dropped Mathias' hand and stood. He brushed off his pants for no apparent reason, and stalked off towards the van that held the small boy. Mathias stood, and followed closely after him.

Emil's doctor got out of the van first, and shook hands with Lukas. He had a tired look on his face. There were bags under his eyes, and he almost seemed to have more wrinkles than the first time they saw him.

"He's a touch nut to crack. But I'll get there. You'll get there." The doctor said poking Lukas in the chest, before opening the back seat door, allowing Emil to exit the car. The boy got out, clutching the puffin doll close to his chest. There was a back pack strapped to his back. He looked bored, and kept glancing around him.

"Hello, Emil." Lukas said, smiling faintly.

Emil ignored him and headed straight for the house.

"He's...I'm sorry about that." The doctor said, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. "His manners are really...rusty."

Lukas brushed him off. "Don't be sorry about it. Mathias, go after him." Lukas said, not even turning to look at the Dane.

Mathias sighed, and turned to run after the boy who had disappeared inside the house. He heard slow footsteps, and whispering. Fucking devil spawn.

"Emily-Emil? Emil where the hell did you go?" Mathias called, annoyed. Where could the little shit have gone?

He checked the kitchen. Nothing. He wasn't in the living room. He wasn't in the bathroom. He must have gone upstairs. Upstairs.

Upstairs. Great.

Fucking great.

Lukas leaned against the car his arms crossed. The doctor stood in front of him, flipping through some papers. His movements were slow, and he seemed to be shaking.

"Are you all right?" Lukas asked.

"I'm fine...any way, I wanted to wait until Emil left to explain a few things to you. Emil is...well you know he's a strange child. But his diet is better, and he's finally eating normally. But you still have to give him a few cherries. He almost seems to smart for his age, with the way he talks. Sometimes I question my own intelligence when talking to him." The doctor chuckled.

"And...Mommy?" Lukas questioned.

"Uh, well. We haven't had any progress with that. He refuses to accept that Mommy is just a figment of his imagination. And...we asked him to draw her for us. There's two different looks she can take on from what we have learned. One has light brown hair and and green eyes while the other...the more protective side of her is...grotesque. I'll-I'll show you."

The doctor pulled out a few pieces of paper. He handed them to Lukas, who hastily took them. The first one was of a stick person with long light brown hair and green eyes. That was obviously Mommy. She wore a green dress and was holding hands with a smaller stick person who was Emil. It looked normal. He switched to the second one. Mommy looked completely different. Her hair was a muddy brown mixed with red which was obviously blood. She had a large grin on her face with long, pointed teeth, with stains of red. The dress she had been wearing was now completely covered in red.

"So...this is Mommy." He said, his voice lowering.

"That's Mommy...I know that this will sound strange but...did you hear about the death of one of the nurses that worked with Emil?"

Lukas' head snapped up. Death?

"One of the nurses? Dead?" He questioned.

"She was...found in her lawn...her body was completely shredded. I just wanted to know if you had heard about it..."

"Are you suggesting that Emil has something to do with her death?"

The doctor shook his head.

"No of course not."

Lukas turned his head to look at the house. The third story.

There was a woman standing in the window.

She waved at him.

"I'm suggesting that Mommy has something to do with it."