Despicably Me

Disclaimer: I own nothing, if I owned Despicable Me, do you think I'd be writing THIS? (goes to cry pathetically in corner)

A/N: Hey ya'll! I know, I'm on a roll. But anyways, I'm just waiting for the DVD, which is COMING OUT IN DARN December! I can't wait that LONG! AHHHHHH! And I found that the streaming I was using has parts cut out, and is missing the second half of the movie… So, anyone know a legal FREE streaming site(preferably one that doesn't require personal info or an account) where I can watch Despicable Me?

NOTE: I am posting this a day late(after I finished editing) due to being a little (cuss word) and refusing to load even when I have internet.

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Chapter 3: First Day Blues

Soon the four girls could hear a growling from up ahead, coming onto the scene of what looked like-? Some sort of, wolverine?

It growled, then charged at them. Margo seemed to get ready to push both Edith and Agnes behind her. Ripley watched in amusement as Mr. Gru tried to stop the animal, thing, with his newspaper, only to have the little beast grab hold of the other and practically shred the paper with its many pointy teeth.

"Bwah!" Mr. Gru had, hidden behind them? And said, "Kyle dese are nawt treats, dese are guests. Gurls dis is Kyle my," he paused as if searching for a word, "dog."

Kyle growled.

Out of the corner of Edith's eye, she could see Ripley giving the dog the evil eye.

"Ooo, fluffy doggie." Agnes let go of Margo's hand and seemed to toddle forward towards the hairy monstrosity with all its teeth sticking out without a single fear in the world.

The dog stiffened, then fled Agnes with a fearful whine.

Margo looked up at their adoptive parent, "what kind of dog is that?"

"He's a… I don't know." Mr. Gru said with a slump.

"Do you really think this is an appropriate place for little kids?" Margo questioned the tall man, cutting right to the chase.

None of them had really noticed when Edith had wandered off quietly to look at the very real, very dangerous house décor.

Ripley saw no problem with Edith's exploration until the blonde stepped into the Iron Maiden.

"No, no. Get away from dat." Mr. Gru jogged forward only to have the Iron Maiden close.

A red liquid poured from the bottom.

Margo and Agnes gasped in shock, and grief.

Ripley sniffed the air, Margo wasn't really paying attention to the teen at the moment, but Ripley looked calm.

"Oh well, I supposse dee plan," Mr. Gru said with a sigh that could hardly be classified as even remotely remorseful as he turned to walk away, "vill work with three."

"Hey!" Came Edith's voice from inside the Iron Maiden, "it's dark in here!"

Upon opening the torture device, and unharmed, but slightly annoyed Edith was found.

"Pffw!" The pink beanie wearing blonde spat out a straw before stating with irritation, "it poked a hole in my juice box."

Margo gave this odd, I told-you-so look that Mr. Gru seemed to ignore. At that moment, the ten-year old kind of understood Ripley's stoic behavior, despite the older girl's attempt to be positive about the situation.

Soon the four followed their adoptive parent to the kitchen, which had a lot of pots and pans, though they looked mostly unused.

"As you can see, I hawf everyting a child might need." He said while setting the torn newspaper onto a small pile of them on the floor. Three signs, 'Food', which was above a dog bowl filled with candy, 'Water', a dog bowl filled with water, and 'Pee Pee and Poo-Poo' over the newspaper pile.

'Really?' Margo thought, 'okay, Margo, positive thoughts. Nothing good came of looking on the horrible side of things…'

Margo didn't even have the time to stop the blonde as she tried to reach the high counter to what looked like glass container filled with a bright green liquid, before the blonde knocked it over and it spilled on the floor with a dangerous sizzle.

"Aghk!" The tall, foreboding man spun around and glared at little.

"Somebody broke that." Said Edith as she pointed to the spill.

"Oh-kay, cle-hearly we've got to set some ru-huls." He walked back and forth almost dramatically, "rule nomber one: joo will not touch anyting."

"Uh huh," Said a bespectacled brunette, "what about the floor?"

"Yes, yoo may touch dee floor." Mr. Gru said, train of thought temporarily derailed.

"What about the air?" Margo could make out the quirking twitch of Ripley's lips as she said this, the brunette mentally sighed, it was as if the teen wanted her and her sisters to have bad habits…

"Yes, yoo may touch dee air."

"What about this?" Edith suddenly had what looked like a ray gun with a laser sights mounted on it pointed at Mr. Gru. He cowered immediately behind a frying pan, before taking the weapon from her.

"Where did joo get day?" He asked quickly.

"Found it." Edith didn't explain any more.

"Rule nomber two is don't boh-ther me vhen I'm workeeng." He paused to set the ray gun thing on the counter top, "rule nahmber three, you will not cry, or whine, or laugh, or giggle, or sneeze, or burp or fart. So no, no, no annoyeeng soun's, alright?"

"Does this count as annoying?" Agnes asked before making a clip-clopping noise by clapping her cheeks.

Mr. Gru had stopped Agnes's noise by holding her wrists and looking darkly at her, "very. I will see yoo in six ow-erse." Then he exited the kitchen quietly.

"Okay," Margo said comfortingly to both Edith and Agnes, and secretly to Ripley as well, "everything's going to be fine, we're going to be really happy here. Right Agnes? Right?"

The three girls turned around to find Agnes's face buried in the candy bowl, with candy sticking to her face. Margo heard Ripley stifle a giggle, she honestly didn't know why Ripley kept everything so close to her chest all the time. As far as Margo knew, Ripley was never nice to anybody else but her and her sisters.

Ripley hadn't even been the least bit worried during the Iron Maiden thing with Edith, which made Margo wonder vaguely if Ripley had been sniffing for the scent of blood. Margo always knew that, close as they all were to the one-eyed teen and despite all the nightly heart-to-hearts, Ripley always would have things she'd never tell them.

Sadly enough, Margo sometimes was unsure if she wanted to know what those things were.

Like what went on in Ripley's nightmares.

Ripley would gladly console Margo, Edith and Agnes about their nightmares, but Ripley's own nightly demons, the ones that would make her weep silently and speak in Czech, we're the teen's own.

Margo knew the teen would gladly put up a fight with anyone who gave them a hard time, and the ten-year old was grateful. But sometimes, she had a feeling that she just wouldn't want to know most of what Ripley thought.

Though Ripley proved that she could be comforting, in a blunt, morbidly realistic kind of way. Margo found the teen's willingness to back her and her sisters up a real comfort, though it didn't really do much for them in life.

Margo's impression of the man whom had adopted them, was reserved, but still a judgment none-the-less. As far as she was concerned, the house was dangerous, the man himself was distant and cold, and Margo could finally understand Ripley's lack of excitement every time an adult took pity on the thirteen-year old and adopted her. Somehow, Margo just wanted Edith and Agnes to not be disappointed in how things were turning out-

"Margo." Ripley spoke for the first time in what seemed like a while as the four of them walked down the hall and entered through a pair of tall wooden doors.

"Hm?" Margo sounded surprised as she was ripped out of her train of thoughts.

"You're over-thinking it," Ripley said before taking a breath, "stop, it'll just make you more paranoid."

"Didn't you say that paranoia was a good thing?" Margo quirked an eyebrow as they opened the doors and came to another richly decorated room. With a huge Rhino chair, and a TV taller than Ripley was.

Ripley whistled through her teeth, "now that's what I call a TV."

Margo couldn't help but agree.

As the four girls split up and explored the room, none of them noticed Kyle, the wolverine, monster-dog, thingie following Agnes whilst attempting with little success to bite her as she climbed up the Rhino chair to get at the TV remote.

Then her foot hit a button.

Fwwwwsshhhh!

There was a small commotion that garnered the other girls' attention as a hanging war cannon was hooked and brought to the rising floor and opened up to reveal a tube-like transport.

"Whoa!" Edith said excitedly, running up to the transport tube, "that is cool!"

"What is this James Bond?" Ripley muttered, looking thoroughly unimpressed.

"Come on!" Edith said as she bounded forward into the transport tube, followed by Margo, Agnes and Ripley.

"I don't think he's a dentist." Agnes said quietly while Margo held her hand as they stepped into the tube and it swished shut.

The tube was then lifted and moved, before dropping rapidly, like a really fast elevator.

"Whoa! This, is, awesome!" Edith breathed excitedly as the tube slowed.

When it had stopped, the tube swished open, and it was like stepping into another world. Margo looked surprised, Edith was ecstatic, Agnes was curious and Ripley was… Well, Ripley.

Soon they began to explore, passing what looked like several inventions or a yet undiscovered nature was a joy to Edith a she looked at them devilishly.

Margo had some small difficulties restraining the blonde, though it helped when Ripley whispered something to Edith, though the ten-year old was sure she wouldn't find out at the moment.

Then they heard the voices of what sounded like an older man and Mr. Gru.

"Now dose are cookie-robots!" Said Mr. Gru while looking excitedly at the table, that assumably had the so-called robots on it.

Then Agnes started to move her unicorn toy along the table's corner while singing, "I'm a unicorn, uni- uni- unicorn!"

"Vhat are you do-eeng heere? I told you to stay in dee kitchen." Mr. Gru finally spotted the four girls in the lab.

"We got bored. What is this place?" Margo said like it was the most obvious thing in the world, and it was.

Ripley didn't show it, but she wanted to hear this.

Mr. Gru took a breath to say something, but was cut off by Edith.

"Can I drink this?" Edith poked at a glass container containing a clearish-blue liquid.

The really, old, old guy grabbed it, and said sarcastically, "do you want to explode?"

Ripley just couldn't find the patience, no new person could speak to any of the younger girls like that when Ripley was around.

Ripley gave her biggest, creepiest Cheshire cat grin, and held out her hand about meter away from the old, old man and said, "I don't know, but I've always wanted to try."

Edith looked up at the old, old man, then kicked him in the shins.

"Neh! GRU!" The old, old man gripped his kicked shin.

Meanwhile Margo had been just looking at Mr. Gru with her arms crossed, Agnes observing.

"Get back in dee kitchen!" Mr. Gru pointed away in the kitchen's general direction.

"Will you play with us?" Agnes asked cutely, tugging at his pantleg.

"No." The dark man answered sourly.

"Why?" Agnes questioned.

"Because I'm beesy." Mr. Gru answered.

"Pfft doing what?" Margo scoffed at she grasped the handles of what looked like some sort of laser beam.

"Okay, okay, yoo got me." Mr. Gru said before maneuvering the laser beam looking thing away from Margo, "dee dentist ting is more of a hobby, in real life I am a spy, and eet is top secret and you may not tell anybody beecause if you do-"

Margo honestly could see how that would work, but she also noticed Ripley on the verge of bursting out into peals of laughter, she could tell by the tears welling up in the teen's singular blue eye. Mr. Gru's threat remained unfinished as Edith's voice piped up with a question.

"What's this do?" No-one had noticed Edith getting a hold of the device Margo had once held, but unlike the brunette, the pink-wearing girl had pulled the triggers, making the device release a beam of red light, hitting Agnes's tiny unicorn plushie, which promptly disintegrated.

Agnes gasped.

"Hey!" Mr. Gru looked really annoyed.

"Oops." Edith looked from behind the laser.

"My unicorn!" Agnes cried out before looking up at Mr. Gru, "you have ta fix it."

"Feex it?" Mr. Gru began to walk away, "eet can't be feexed, eet's been dee-sintegrated, by defineetion eet cannot be feexed."

Agnes eyes narrowed a little, before taking a deep breath and holding it.

After a few moments, Mr. Gru spoke up.

"Tha's freaking me out, what is she do-eeng?" He asked.

"She going to hold her breath until she gets a new one." Margo stated matter-o-factly.

Ripley nodded in agreement.

"Eet is just a toy, now stop eet." Mr. Gru spoke to Agnes in an annoyed ordering tone.

A few more moments, and Agnes looked a began to sway before falling over to the floor.

Margo went to make sure Agnes was okay, noting the amusement quirk of Ripley's mouth. Ripley always seemed to know whether they were injured or not, strange as it was to the ten-year old brunette.

"Okay! Okay! I'll feex it!" Mr. Gru cried out with a frown before grabbing what looked like an intercom or a microphone hanging from the ceiling before yelling into it, "Tim! Bob! Phil!"

Suddenly with three swishes, out of the hollow tubes came what looked like three yellow pills with eyes, hands and clothes.

"Dees eez very eemportant, you have to get de leetle gurl a new unicorn toy." Mr. Gru said while rubbing his temples.

"Eh? Buboy?" The tall one said in some incomprehensible language. "Mahmoy?"

"Nuh, nuh, nuh, no, mah-moy." Said the shorter one.

"Ohhhhhhhh." The first one said as if understanding. "Mah- moy."

The second one just rolled his eyes, then the three of them babbled a little in a language the four girls couldn't understand.

"Hey!" Mr. Gru said with an ill temper, "a toy! Now go!"

The three yellow things walked out of the room, and Mr. Gru turned around to face the girls again.

"Hey, what were those?"Margo asked with wide eyes and a slightly weirded out look on her face.

"Dey are my," Mr. Gru paused, "cousinz."

Margo felt disinclined to believe the tall man, not just because of the sheer outlandishness of the lie, but also the look on Ripley's face when Ripley would be thinking one thing.

'Bullshit.'

"Gary, Stewart." Mr. Gru said curtly to two more yellow things, "watch dem and keep dem away from me please." The bald man waved his hand at the four girls noncommittally.

Margo just looked at the two odd creatures nervously, but noticed Ripley's blank expression…

OOOOOOO

Later…

The odd yellow creatures, Margo came to find, were actually very fun.

Though it was nice to see Edith and Agnes having fun, Margo couldn't help but think that Ripley shouldn't have encouraged the toilet paper throwing.

Ripley stifled her sniggers as a roll of toilet paper hit Mr. Gru, he looked mad.

"Okay, bedtyme." He said shortly, indicating behind him.

"Awwww." The four girls and two minions said together as they were not tired at the moment.

"Nawt you two." Mr. Gru pointed at Gary and Stewart.

"Yay!" The two cried.

Upon coming to their new room, they sat in what looked like large bomb shells.

"Okay, beddy bye, all tucked een, sa-veet dreams." Mr. Gru moved to a lever to elevated the three bombshell beds onto the wall.

"Just so you know," Margo said with a cold tone, "you'll never, be my Dad."

"Hm, somehow I cac leeve weeth dat." Mr. Gru said undissapointedly.

As Edith came to face level with the man, she asked, "are these beds made out of bombs?"

"Yes, but dey are very old and highly unlikely to blow up," He adjusted the lever again, "but try not to toss and turn."

"Cool." Edith commented while reclining her head on the pillow.

"Will you read us a bedtime story?" Agnes asked sweetly.

"No." Mr. Gru answered.

"But we can't go to sleep without a bedtime story." Agnes said sadly.

"Vell, den eet's go-eeng to be a long night for you." Mr. Gru was at the door, ignoring the teen whom had to have her bed set up in a longer bomb on the adjacent wall where the other girls beds were. Offhandedly Mr. Gru said, "so good night, sleep tight, don't let dee bedbugs bite, because, dere a lit'rally t'ousands of dem."

Agnes looked scared.

"And dere's probably someteeng in de closet." Mr. Gru whispered ominously, a sneaky look on his face before closing the door.

"He's just kidding Agnes." Margo comforted quietly with her arms crossed, reviewing the days' events in her mind. It was a day that, Margo really, really wished that she could read Ripley's mind, pick the older girls' brain for some of her less used, but useful advice.

"Yeah." Edith said, before turning over and eventually falling asleep.

After some silence, the door creaked open, a scary silhouette stood there for a brief moment, and Ripley noticed Agnes hide beneath her covers fearfully.

Suddenly, Ripley heard the sound of two hops, and they passed the door and into the one-eyed girl's line of sight, revealing them to be more of the yellow helpers.

They walked towards Agnes, before the one dressed up as a baby then held out to Agnes what could only be described as one of the crappiest unicorn imitations ever, at least in Ripley's mind.

Cause, well, it looked like a frigging toilet brush with a ping-pong ball nose, glue-able googly eyes and a paper horn.

But Agnes took it in her hand and smiled, and said, "it's beautiful." Then kissed the rim of the yellow thing's singular eye- goggle.

The three yellow helper things then waddled out of the room, and closed the door…

After a few minutes, Ripley was sure that the girls were asleep.

She, like Margo, mulled over the day's events in her mind.

A villain? Really? Sometime about halfway through the day, Ripley debated telling the younger girls everything she knew, but… Ripley hated raining on their parade, or their hope…

The older girl sighed and stretched a little in her new bombshell bed, before coming up with her battle plan.

'Standby, scout for danger, do not interfere unless necessary, guard and protect.' Ripley thought decisively, going with her usually course of action.

It always made things simpler when she looked at things like they were a mission, she was used to those. Thinking back to her bitch of a mother-

'Okay, so not going there.' Ripley thought as she tucked herself under her blanket, before falling asleep…

A/N: OMG! I finally got another chapter done! Wow, writing this is so much easier than my other fanfics, I wonder why? Anyways, yeah, this was nine pages of eleven font Calibri and I am so proud! WOOT for me! Please leave a review before you hit that back button! Please tell me what you think and if I'm keeping Margo in character(she is difficult to write by the by). Did anyone notice that I switched between Margo and Ripley's (kinda sorta) points' of view? Yeah, well, please leave a REVIEW!

Constructive criticism is preferred over flames, flames a just mean. FLAMES will be used to roast Edward Cullen over a pit.

Off to cram for another test, wish me luck!