Despicably Me

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Chapter 6: Funland Wonderland and a Dapper Dan Stalker

Now, mind you, Ripley had the tendency to space out, Margo knew that…

So this was the part of the conversation Ripley didn't catch…

"But, what about the other people who ordered cookies?" Margo asked Mr. Gru as he drove.

"Life eez full of disappointments," Mr. Gru the snickered to himself, "for some people…"

Though Ripley did catch that part, and rolled her eyes in response, heck did she know that…

Agnes screamed, causing Mr. Gru to swerve the vehicle on the road, knocking an old fisherman into the water below before Mr. Gru finally righted the vehicle on the road.

"Don't," Mr. Gru said as if he'd nearly had a heart attack, "do dat."

"What?" Ripley cried out dramatically, "has the time come? The zombie apocalypse where life becomes a free-for-all? At last?"

"Super Silly Funland!" Agnes exclaimed excitedly pointed towards the pier. "Can we go? Pleeeeeaaase?"

"No." Mr. Gru answered boredly.

"But we've never been," Edith supplied, "and it's the funnest place on Earth!"

"Don't care." Mr. Gru's bored and tired tone didn't change.

"Please," Margo asked, "we- we'll never ask for anything else, ever again, please?"

"Please, come on!" It was Agnes's cute voice.

"Please? Please?" Edith said at the same time as her sisters.

Now, Ripley didn't, by principle go to fairs, or carnivals, or circuses, for several reasons, one of them being most of them were filled to the brim with cheap stuff that's overpriced, next reason was that the game booths were almost always rigged. The last reason she hated those places were, personal, they brought up… Memories that Ripley didn't wish to dwell on…

But she saw the three girls whom… Became like her family… Somehow… Ripley really wasn't sure why she gave a crap really…

But she just couldn't, not back them up could she?

"Come on, please?" Ripley supplied at the same time Margo, Edith and Agnes pleaded with Mr. Gru.

"Liiiightbulb." Mr. Gru said to himself.

OOOOOOOOO

At Super Silly Funland…

Margo could not believe it, they were really here.

Sure it was no Disney World, but it was the talk and hangout of nearly every kid in school. Their parents would take them here, they would be here and have the most fun.

Living at the Orphanage, Margo and her sisters had never had that chance to go, not with Miss Hattie lording their unsatisfactory cookie sales over their heads. Their weekends were spent going door-to-door selling cookies to near-unresponsive customers, walking farther and farther every day.

Though as much as Ripley complained, Margo noticed that the older girl never complained about her sore legs, blisters, or aching feet. Sometimes, Margo wondered what went on inside the one-eyed teen's mind whenever Miss Hattie chewed them all out.

But Margo was excited, even more so as Edith and Agnes climbed into the roller coaster seat, and Ripley sat in the second car behind them…

Some days, Margo wondered why Ripley was always so quiet…

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Ripley said nothing.

She knew, if she even opened her big, fat mouth, she'd just rain on Margo, Edith and Agnes's parade. That was the last thing Ripley wanted to do, they were rarely so happy.

Ripley wanted it to last…

She observed Mr. Gru, moving to walk back to the park entrance…

Ripley was, by nature, not a stupid person, she wouldn't be alive otherwise. She knew, he was moving to abandon them…

Yet, Ripley couldn't find it in herself to be angry, it wasn't as if she expected him to be a good parent, or a parent at all.

Ripley knew, that's how adults worked, that was how the whole freaking world, fucking worked, dammit.

Ripley wasn't angry for herself, she knew that she'd never have a home. She'd long stopped hoping for a savior in the form of parents, but what made her angry, what made her like her old namesake… Margo, Edith and Agnes, they would be heartbroken…

Though the villain had given no indication of possessing a single parental bone in his body…

Villain, that word left almost as bitter a taste as the word 'Mother' did. They were just like agents, just an over-glorified title for assholes who have degrees to say they do illegal things professionally.

Ripley, none the less, found herself remembering her Mother's abandonment, and rubbed at the bullet scar through her shirt absently.

Then the teen in the striped shirt gripped Mr. Gru's shoulder and said, "uh, sorry dude, but they can't ride without an adult."

Reluctantly, Mr. Gru sat in the coaster car behind Ripley's…

'More difficult to get rid of than you thought, eh old man?' Thought Ripley, trying to move out of the sudden melancholy anger that had infected her mood. Ripley needed sarcasm, she didn't need to think about that shit here, she needed to get out of the funk she'd fallen in.

Ripley knew that dwelling on the past was nothing but a waste of time, as much as it haunts you, life goes on, with or without you. Ripley just dealt with whatever crappy hand she was dealt and went with it.

But then again…

The roller coaster started to make its descent…

Margo, Edith and Agnes's excited screams comforted Ripley, Mr. Gru's nauseous yells entertained her, and the roller coaster felt reminded her of Kaz's arms, rocking her to sleep that one time…

So Ripley decided to just enjoy the ride…

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Agnes was having the time of her life.

The roller coaster was the most fun she'd had in her life! She was so happy that Mr. Gru had taken then all here.

Margo had helped her out of the roller coaster, and Agnes bounded forward excitedly as Ripley trailed close behind them, followed by a clearly

Then she spotted it.

"Aah! Oh my gosh! Look at that fluffy unicorn!" Agnes cried out, pointing to the fluffy unicorn plushie hanging among the game stall prizes, "he's so fluffy I'm gonna die!"

"You've gotta let us play for it." Margo said as Edith dragged Mr. Gru by the hand towards the 'Space Killer' stall.

"Oh, no," Mr. Gru said quietly, "no, no, no, no…"

"Come on!" Agnes pleaded cutely.

Mr. Gru sighed, then addressed the red-haired teen manning the booth, "how much for the fluffy unicorn?"

"Oh, huh, huh, huh," The man laughed pridefully, "well it's not, for sale, now all you gotta do, to win it, is knock down that little spaceship there, it's easy."

Mr. Gru handed him a dollar, the game booth teen smirked, and pressed the button.

Margo, Edith and Agnes then took their places at the three seats, Ripley watched with her usual unreadable expression.

Mr. Gru ignored the game boredly, thinking to his schemes, of when he'd get home to finally convince Mr. Perkins to give him that loan. Then he would be the Number One Villain again, not that fool Vector…

The villain noticed the visible blue eye of the thirteen year old Ripley observing him again with an unreadable expression. Sometimes he wondered, what was the point of covering up one of your eyes?

'Teenagers.' Mr. Gru dismissed mentally.

The machine above the 'Space Killer' game beeped, and flashed a 'you lose' message at the players, and Mr. Gru began to walk away, finally…

"Again!" Agnes cried.

"Wait!" Margo called after Mr. Gru.

"Aw, come on, one more time." Edith said as she ran around to stand in front of Mr. Gru.

"Just one more?" Asked Agnes with big doe eyes, "I acciden'ally closed my eyes."

Mr. Gru slapped another dollar into the teen's hand, and the man pressed the button again.

All three girls tried their hardest to hit the little space ship target, and surprise, surprise, Agnes was the one who hit it…

"Yeah! That was cool!" Edith exclaimed in excitement.

Margo cheered for Agnes.

"I hit it! I hit it!" Agnes cheered happily.

"Woohoo!" Margo whooped.

Then the booth flashed, 'you lose.'

Ripley had fully expected that to be the end of it, she knew these things were rip offs anyway, and she doubted that Mr. Gru would pay for another game… Agnes would be heartbroken and the unicorn would forever taunt small children with things they cannot have… Well, life was full of disappointments anyways, what was one more?

But then Mr. Gru spoke up, "whoa, whoa, whoa, what was dat?" The villain faced the man who calmly sipped at the soda that would only make his teeth rot faster and his pot-belly grow bigger, "she hit dat, I saw dat weeth my own eyes."

"Hey buddy, lemme explain something to you," the red-headed man foolishly placed a hand on the Villain's shoulder and pointed to the tin spaceship target, "ya see that little tin space ship? Ya see how it's not knocked over? You know what that means professor? It means, you don't get the uneecorn, owwww!" He poked Gru in the chest emphatically.

Looking down at Agnes, "awwww, somebody's got a frowny face, better luck next time."

Had Ripley not been surrounded by people, with the possibility of cops, she would've castrated the man. She vowed that if she ever met him in a dark alley… Bad things… Gory, grisly things…

"Okay, my torn." Mr. Gru said grimly after looking at Agnes's pleading face for a moment, then slapped another dollar into the smug man's hand and walked a short distance from the stall.

Suddenly, he smirked, and pulled out what looked like a large heat-ray gun. It gathered power, the red-haired teen manning the booth ducked as Mr. Gru aimed, then pulled the trigger.

BOOM!

A huge hole had been blown into the booth, and melted pieces of tin and plastic dripped down to sizzle hotly on the pier.

"Knocked ooo-var!" Mr. Gru declared triumphantly.

Agnes clutched her prize as they five walked away from the decimated booth, Ripley giggled when she noticed that the teen had lost a lot of hair.

"It's so fluffy!" Agnes called out dramatically.

"That, was awesome." Margo said amazedly.

"That was so cool!" Edith said once again.

"Let's go play another game!" Agnes exclaimed excitedly.

Ripley observed Mr. Gru smile, just a bit, as he followed them. Ripley decided to trail behind the four, feeling, just a little bit apprehensive…

For a moment, Ripley felt kind of like an intruder, she didn't like the feeling at all.

As the five of them went from booth to booth, Ripley stayed in the background, content to watch. She preferred it that way honestly…

Until they came to a 'Shooting Galley', one of the ones that provided guns that shot BB pellets, made to look like one of those really, old-fashioned guns that you had to cock back and had to load bullet by bullet. Like back in the old west…

"You vant to play dat game?" Mr. Gru had noticed the teen staring at the booth as they walked by.

"So what if I do?" Ripley shot back defensively, she'd had enough people trying to pin her as a lunatic thank you very much!

"Just say-eeng dat I doubt a leetle gurl like you know 'ow to 'andle a gawn." Mr. Gru answered, a little smugly. "Eeven eef eet's a fake."

Ripley scowled then slapped a five dollar bill onto the table from her pocket, and growled to the woman manning the booth, "set me up."

Having a loaded gun, fake or not, in her hand felt familiar to Ripley, like a comfortable shoe.

"Now," the girl at the booth addressed Ripley like she was stupid, "you know the rules of a shooting gallery right? You don't aim it at anythin' but the targets, and ya hold it like-"

"Yeah I know," Ripley scowled as she snatched the loaded weapon and cocked it at the targets, "just start the f-, damn machine!"

The woman scowled, then pressed the button before saying, "ya got six shots."

In a mere moment, Ripley was in the zone.

BANG!

She'd shot one of the smallest moving targets...

BANG!

Another target, not as small, but much moving much quicker than the last one had…

BANG!

She made a crotch shot at the large tin cowboy, just for fun.

BANG!

Another target down, it was as if the world around Ripley had faded…

BANG!

She was in the fucking zone…

BANG!

And Ripley was fucking badass.

Click.

Suddenly Ripley's zen-mode was interrupted, and she caught sight of the flabbergasted woman behind the booth.

Ripley, still a bit miffed at her zen-mode being interrupted, slapped down the gallery gun, and flashed a cocky smirk.

"So any prize of the top shelf right?" Ripley's blue eye glinted devilishly.

"Bu- But nobody can h- hit those…" It looked like the woman was having a nervous breakdown.

"I want the bike. The black one, with the red stripe." Ripley pointed to the Commuter/City hybrid bicycle.

"Y- you cheated!" The young woman with her multi-colored hair accused.

"I didn't," Ripley gave a lazy grin, "everyone else just sucks."

"Wait, I know you…" The woman's heavy makeup made her expression seem darker than it was.

"What? Just give my damn bike!" Ripley was getting annoyed now.

"Danielle always talks about a horrible punk-girl in a black beanie who bullies her and her friends, so does Melanie, it's you isn't it? You horrible little bitch!" This girl was really getting on Ripley's last nerve.

"Melanie? The wannabe whore who might as well just go naked and stamp a 'For Free' sign on her back with the way she flirts, struts, and throws that overstuffed boob-job in everyone's faces? Please, bullying is so," Ripley smirked snappishly, "beneath me."

"No she tells me everyday-" The woman was interrupted as Ripley just climbed into the booth and took the bike off the shelf. "Hey!"

"I won, my bike. Back off, or I shave your head Missy." Ripley smiled disturbingly, she'd learned that that was one of the things she and Kaz had in common, they are meant to be feared when they smile. "Who knows, I do have clumsy fingers, I could suppose that, they could end up, slipping…"

The woman looked horrified, obviously Melanie and her lackeys had painted Ripley out to be a monster…

'Fine by me,' Ripley thought maliciously, 'they can all go to hell for all I care.'

If it kept them away from her, she didn't care, Ripley would play this up for as much as she could squeeze out of it.

Margo looked a little disturbed though, so Ripley decided to cut the act short.

"But I'm on a tight schedule today," Ripley stated coolly as she hopped over the booth counter again, "and by the way, Melanie and Danielle? They're a couple of yellow-bellied bloodsuckers, who feast on the pain, tears and misery of everyone they deem unpopular, so…" Ripley paused as she leveled a cold, empty glare at the woman, "since you seem to know them so well, tell them that this year, tell the Neille's that their Ripley says hi. Goodbye, good riddance, yadda, yadda, yadda and all that jazz."

Then Ripley simply walked the next stall, she looked behind her at Edith's awed face, Margo's pensive look, and Agnes's innocent expression. Mr. Gru just observed her with a twitching corner of the mouth.

Ripley raised an eyebrow, "what?"

"That was cool." Edith commented.

"Everything's cool to you." Ripley retorted playfully, adopting a calmer expression and aura.

"School's not." Edith replied.

"Touché." Ripley grinned.

For the rest of the day, Ripley had been perfectly content hanging back and observing. Retreating to her own thoughts, only to be dragged out of them when Edith and Margo dragged her into playing the booth games, or when they all got onto a ride.

And oddly enough, a villain named Felonious Gru, found himself enjoying every minute of it.

"Ice cweam!" Agnes cried out, pointing to the vendor up ahead.

"Can we have some Mr. Gru?" Margo asked him excitedly, abandoning most of her collected pretense.

"Why nawt?" Mr. Gru was suddenly just in a, good mood. So what the heck?

The girl's faces lit up at the mention of ice cream, popcorn, candy, funnel cake, and cotton candy. Lunch had been delicious, burgers all around.

Halfway though, Agnes approached Ripley, who'd been hanging back about ten feet away from them as the group of five migrated from game to game.

"You okay?" Agnes's small hand tugged on Ripley's hoodie sleeve, brushing her wrist.

Another thing, Ripley couldn't stand people touching her, she didn't have an OCD, or a fear of germs, it was just that she associated most physical contact with violence was all. So holding back her 'strike back' reaction was a big chore for her.

The only ones who were mostly exempt from that reaction were Margo, Edith and Agnes, for reasons Ripley could never fathom, or refused to.

"Yeah, Aggie." Ripley ruffled the small girl's hair gently.

"No you're not." Agnes said seriously.

"Yes I am, drop it and enjoy the day kiddo." Ripley answered curtly while trying to herd the small girl back to where Mr. Gru, Edith and Margo were tossing plastic rings.

"You look sad." The little five-year old's doe eyes were seriously putting the cute on…

'Must… Resist… Cuteness…' Ripley thought stalwartly.

"You look wike you do when you're remembering something sad." Agnes stated pointedly.

Ripley raised her visible eyebrow at Agnes, "you're a perceptive little girl, Aggie."

"What's-" Agnes started, then cut herself off as she looked like she was thinking, "here."

The little girl had thrust the unicorn toy Mr. Gru had won for her into Ripley's arms with an innocently concerned look.

"What's this for?" Ripley looked confused, Agnes's mind waved it off as she smiled.

"Unicorns always make me feel better."Agnes reasoned, "so hugging Nixx will make you stop being sad too!"

"Thanks," Ripley smiled and gave the unicorn a small squeeze before handing it back to Agnes, "but he's your unicorn, and besides, I'm not sad anymore, thanks Agnes."

"You're welcome!" Agnes smiled, it made her happy that the older girl wasn't sad anymore, the little girl liked it when all her sisters were happy. Agnes never said it, because, well she never thought that it needed to be said, she considered Ripley like one of her big sisters.

The little girl turned to join Margo and Edith, collecting their prizes at the game booth.

She never saw Ripley's false smile waver, just a little bit…

But Margo noticed Ripley suddenly take on a paranoid glare, as the teen looked around her for some odd reason… As if Ripley thought she was being stalked…

Oh well, maybe it just Margo's imagination…

OOOOOO

It was nearing the end of the day, Mr. Gru was herding the four back to the Funland entrance…

Ripley had not given up her six to eight foot distance between herself and the four laughing people with painted faces and joyous grins.

Somehow, watching them enjoy themselves brought her great joy, but… It brought aches to her chest as well…

It made her think of her older brother Kaz…

She couldn't help but drift back, back when life… Hellish as it was beneath her Mother's thumb, the happiest moments were created by Kaz…

She wheeled her prize alongside her at a leisurely pace-

Then, before Ripley could react, out of the shadows cast by two vacant booth tents, a hand came out and clamped over her mouth, then dragged her into the darkness…

It took Ripley a second to process what was happening, she had been lost in her own thoughts and memories that she had to process where she was.

Then Ripley fought, but her assailant's grip was too strong.

Then she made a grab for her knife, and her assailant let go, she turned to face the tall, bean-pole figure with a war-like snarl on her lips…

Upon seeing the man's face, Ripley knew him…

Looking to be somewhere in his early twenties, the tall man's easy expression and faded Glasgow scars were familiar, and his clothing choice was rather dapper with his light brown dress slacks and black, button-up, pinstriped shirt. His shoes were clearly made for an office, and his shaggy black hair was layered just above his shoulders, framing his glinting blue eyes…

But his face… She recognized that face… But the voice, unmistakable…

"Hiya Runt!" He smiled, showing off his genetically altered canines, from too many experiments gone wrong.

"Kaz?"


A/N: DUN! DUN! DUUUUUUUUN! Cliffie! Woot! I have gotten my groove back, I am out of my depressing rut and have a good mood! WOOOOT! Yeah, OMG! Kazimir LIVES? More info next time on, 'Despicably Me'! Please review! Tell me what you think of this chappie! REVIEW!

NOTE: Glasgow scars – reference to scars left over from a kind of torture technique called giving someone a "Glasgow Smile,"(also referred to as a Chelsea Smile, Glasgow Grin, Chelsea Grin, or an Anna Grin) it involves cutting the victim's face from the edges of their mouth all the way up to their ears. The scars it leaves(if the victim doesn't bleed to death that is) usually resembles a 'smile' , hence the names/titles mentioned.

Dapper Dan – refers to a line in the Annie(a musical, became a movie, look it up if you're really curious) song, "You're Never Fully Dressed Without a Smile."