Here we go, chapter 3 of Never Lie to Daddy xx

With the stuffed toy in his hand and a headache which was lingering even though the nosebleed had ceased, Proctom made his way to the Brig, while Kraglin had left for the Bridge.

He didn't understand what had happened, just that Peter had lied about something and was in trouble. Having spent long at the receiving end of that, he totally understood why Peter was currently in deep shit.

Crossing over the deck, he almost collided with Jamsean, his former bunkmate; he used to never speak to him and kick him out often when he wanted to screw his own mate Gunnsen.

On some level it did amuse Proctom, that now Jamsean was speaking to him, he had also made it clear the moment that Yondu had ordered the pair to move his merge possessions into Itzel's quarters for a while. They had also made it clear that "while" better last for a long time since he had looked into his old bunk and seen it made up for a couple.

However, any trace of the shit the burley Ravager had put Proctom through had been erased the moment, he had saved Peter's life and then endured a blood clot and brain surgery, and now he approached Proctom with a wry smile when he looked down at Fang who was dangling in Proctom's arms.

"What did Peter lose him again?" he asked the scarred twenty-year-old, too which Proctom could only shrug.

"Captain ordered me to put him in the Brig, think Fang's in trouble or something." Being asleep then most of the drama was unfolding after all, too which Jamsean just blinked.

"Right…does Yondu think he's real or something?" A look of total confusion on his face which was probably the same as Proctom's own.

"Fuck I hope not. We know Peter thinks he's real. We act like he's real because Peter thinks his real. I really hope out Captain doesn't think he's real".

The two men were confused, while Jamsean, just shrugged and went on his way, wondering if he should ask about this…or perhaps it was just Proctom messing with him!

Putting all confusion aside, he disappeared down the corridor with Proctom arriving at the door of the Brig.

The room to the Brig opened with a hiss, and as always the smell hit him first.

It was one of the room never designed for comfort. A tatty old mattress and blanket lay on the floor, no pillows of course. A small grimy toilet and shitty lighting.

The food was only supplied through a hatch only once a day, and the food was always terrible. He had always wondered what it would be like to re-enter this room but to his surprise felt nothing.

Even though the month he had laid on the bed looking back on his mistake and stupidity of hurting baby Peter, felt as if it happened to someone else. Deep down though he could never shake off the anxiety of the banishment from the crew and the weirdness, it felt to be accepted, especially by the Udonta family.

Placing Fang down on the bed, which in accordance to his imagination gave him what resembled a moment of pity. Proctom just turned and looked at the wall. When he was first stuck here, he had stared at the wall and couldn't make out any of the words staring back at him. But now he could see the names of every Ravager who out of tradition had scratched their names on the walls.

Some were before his time, but there was some he knew. Horuz, Gunnsen and even though he couldn't read it before there was Yondu. What the Captain must have done to get thrown in here was beyond him and he felt like that was one question he couldn't ask.

Then there was his name, done at a time where he couldn't spell it and only scratched the letters "Potm." He could have correct that, and his own ignorance since "Ignorance" was a word he had not learned until recently, and that was due to Itzel's education.

But taking the blade out of his pocket scratched the name "Fang" on the wall. There, it was perfect, with that done he left the teddy behind and took advantage of his headache and Captains orders to crash for a few hours.

While this was going on, Peter was being observed through the film on his pad by his parents.

Kraglin was leaning over Yondu's shoulder as they watched their son prepare the meal. "I think he's learned his lesson," Kraglin signed, causing Yondu to turn.

"What you think I did it wrong?" To his surprise, Kraglin just shook his head.

"Seriously, I thought you were going to give me "oh he's a little boy, Yondu. He' really sorry Yondu and all that shit. Normally you're the one Peter can wrap around your little finger", he informed his mate, who for once just nodded in agreement.

"No, you were right, I don't want Peter to be a Ravager, Yondu. But I don't want him to grow up being a little brat" Kraglin confirmed, while Yondu to ensure that Itzel didn't take over, just watched the scene unfold.

Everything was silence in the Mess Hall, which was strange, to say the least. All the Ravagers had heard of Peter's little indiscretion and were giving the room a wide berth. The only sound was Iztel, the noise of the meat sizzling in a pan and the sounds of Peter sniffing, trying to hold back the tears, and failing.

Fat drops slid off his cheeks, while Iztel stirred the meat which was in the tins. At least it was simple meat which was typically made into stews, the issue was the rest of the ingredients which was made out of the spices and food he made for Peter since it was easier for his stomach.

Peter though could cut the meat, even though his small blade was blunt, he was doing the best that he could and was pointing to the spices he wanted to use. It was a strange concoction but threw them in. Since Peter was only three. Like he knew what he was doing.

Inside his body, Peter felt terrible when he remembered his dad's angry fact, and daddy Kraglin gave him that look. He didn't know the word for it, but he didn't like it.

His tummy felt all twisted, and he knew he shouldn't say anything, but he couldn't help it, he needed to hear Itzel's words, as he whispered "My daddy hates me now."

Iztel could only sigh at this remark, "You daddies love you very much, there just upset that you lied to them," to which Peter could only sniff in response. "And now the Ravagers are going to hate me." The thing that was troubling Peter the most, Peter loved all the Ravagers, even the ones he knew didn't like him much.

He was aware that they worked hard, he had seen them battered and bloody from mission facing against the nasty Nova Corps, and he knew they worked hard and brought him nice things.

He also knew they were all promised, when they became Ravagers at least one good meal a day, even though they normally had two. And when they were low on food, he knew that he always had food. But today, they wouldn't get a good meal, because he was bad. He didn't know why he was bad, but he was bad, and he felt terrible.

At his statement, Iztel stirred the pot, and honestly hoped it wasn't the case. But this food and sauces, it just looked like sick and wondered if the crew would mutiny over this.

Peter, however, did need reassurance so all Iztel could say was "Look, just think "I'm going to make the best meal ever," and maybe they'll be ok about it."

Something he wasn't convinced about, but he had to say something, to which Peter just nodded and passed the spices to Iztel to throw in the pot before he paused suddenly and turned to Iztel.

"Will I get Fang back? He's in the Brig, and he's all alone."

Peter's toddler voice was even smaller, and even under the circumstances, Iztel managed to suppress a smile. Fang was a teddy, made with cloth and stitches. But Peter was the only child on a ship made of the scum of the galaxy.

He knew that both his parents felt bad about this sometimes, that on the ship Fang was the closest thing Peter had to a friend, as pathetic as it was. Hence the reason Iztel had to go along with it.

"Oh, I know he will be. Besides, I've always thought before Fang came to you, he must have had many adventures, before he decided to settle down and play with you".

It was the perfect answer to say to a little child to which Peter nodded and accepted when he suddenly said to the older Ravager. "Iztel, Will Proctom be alright?"

Ok, the next chapter is the conclusion and a little character development of my OC Proctom. God I love my OC's

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