(A/N: Sorry for not updating for, what... 10 years? Anyway, Here's the next chapter, and a special shout out goes to Bra-Kayla Luver4eva for being such an understanding and good friend. Thank you.)

-''Oh boy, how did this happen?'' Mason exclaimed as he tried for the hundredth time to remove the bucket from Boomer's foot. They were all up in the kings' bedroom, and Boomer was sitting on his bed, Mason standing in front of him, his back facing the bathroom. An… Accident had occurred earlier the day, and this had been the situation for the rest of said day, all the way up to this moment. Brady and Mikayla silently stood by, observing, having a mostly hard time to keep themselves from bursting out into light-hearted laughter.

-''Well…'' Boomer began, unsure of how to say it, both because of his fear of embarrassing himself, as well as because of his somewhat limited vocabulary. ''I think the bucket tried to eat my foot.'' He simply said eventually, cringing. Mason opened his mouth to say something, but then cancelled the prepared saying and simply shook his head, once again preparing yet another pull by taking a steady grip of the edges of the bucket. Boomer steeled himself and Mason pulled backwards with all the power of the yetis that resided in him and his muscles.

The bucket came off with an almost comical pop, and Mason had prepared and used way too much strength than what was needed to finally remove the wooden tool. He stumbled backwards, bucket in one hand, both arms flailing about as he tried to regain his balance. His feet stumbled across each other as he fell backwards, and Mikayla's amused face expression quickly changed to a slightly panicked one as Mason stumbled away at what could possibly be his fate: the entrance to the royal bathroom was closing in fast from behind, and Brady and Boomer looked at each other with pained cringes on their faces, inwardly praying that Mason probably wouldn't be affected too much by whatever horrors resided in said room, and if he was, they also hoped that he would be quick to recover.

With a scream of what could be identified as a mixture of both confusion and terror as he literally flew backwards as his booted heels caught the upper edge of the bathroom threshold and he crashed into said room. Several loud bangs were heard, almost as if a large construction was coming down, and it was followed by a terrified scream. Mikayla gasped and immediately took off running into the bathroom, she too steeling herself for anything that might affect her.

About five minutes later or so, Mason limped back out of the bathroom, looking as if he had gone through hell and back. Mikayla supported him as much as she was physically capable of, but it looked like a lion leaning on a turtle. Mason blinked his teary eyes rapidly as he limped, crashing down on the bed beside Boomer, who was still sitting still, observing him. Brady came over; looking worried, turning to Mikayla. Said girl grunted lightly while standing straight up shaking her head.

-''Wow… As I much as I don't want to know, what do you keep in there?'' She asked, sounding almost reluctant. Brady raised his eyebrows in surprise, rolling his eyes afterwards. At any rate, he did answer the question.

-''I don't think you want to know, Kayla… There are all kinds of things there…'' Brady readopted a small sliver of his previous joke-ish, almost childish behaviour. ''There are even some kinds of things in there that even we don't know of.'' Brady crossed his arms over his chest, pursing his lips in a kind of way that made Mikayla unable to do anything to stop herself from chuckling. Boomer smiled weakly, his gaze aimed first at his brother, then at the head of the guard. She just shook her head again while sitting down beside her father, who looked like he had seen a ghost.

Or a hundred ghosts.

Mikayla sighed as she patted her father on the back.

-''Okay, can one of you two be a little useful and get a royal doctor? I think he's going to need some therapy.'' Brady immediately came up to her and nodded.

-''I'll be back soon.'' He said, Mikayla nodded confirmingly as Brady left the room, stepping on it. Mikayla made a noise as she continued patting her father on the back, said man trembling somewhat with paled skin. She then felt Boomer's gaze pierce her. She looked over at him, seeing a somewhat sad expression on his face.

-''What's the matter?'' She asked softly, knowing that she could talk with the king openly about it, seeing as Mason was more or less in a shock state, hiding his face in his hands and muttering incoherent words as he did. Mikayla sighed and turned her full attention to Boomer, who was about to reply.

-''Well….'' Boomer began, unsure of how he was to formulate what he was about to say. ''You know I had this sudden outburst the other day…'' Mikayla's heart actually felt a pang of sympathy shoot through it as she took in what he was saying.

-''I'm really sorry for that, but, honestly…'' Boomer continued, looking down into the floor for a few seconds, his gaze returning to face Mikayla's a few seconds later. ''I just… I'm having a really hard time being forced to watch you and Brady flirt around and… Stuff.'' Boomer had some small difficulties with finding the right words, but he clearly got his point across. Mikayla sighed and stopped patting her father on the back, coming over to his bed and sitting down beside them. She put a hand on her shoulder and looked at him, earning a somewhat sad gaze.

-''I understand how you feel, Boomer, and I know that you haven't had the best past when it comes to girls.'' When Boomer's eyes went wide at this statement, Mikayla laughed a bit and smiled a teeth smile.

-''Who told you, girl?'' Boomer said, meaning to have a sort of serious tone in his voice, but even a deaf man could detect that there were at least some humorous intent. To a significant degree. ''I knew it! The walls have both mouths and ears!'' He exclaimed while glaring at one of the closest walls. Mikayla stared at him as if she thought he was a bit crazy, but she laughed it off and chuckled lightly.

-''No, Boomer. Brady told me. Everything.'' She said shortly, placing a hand on his knee as a comforting gesture. Boomer uttered a quick ''oh'' as he looked at her once again. Mikayla looked down into the floor, removing her hand, before looking back at her king.

-''Look, Boomer…'' She began, Boomer curious as to what the head guard girl of the castle was about to say. ''You're childish, immature and, sometimes, stupid.'' When Boomer's eyes widened once again and he exclaimed a quick ''Hey!'' and looked like he was about to get up from his seat and storm of again, but Mikayla raised a hand, which was a gesture that said to him to stop. Boomer frowned, but did as she requested and peacefully sat back down.

-''But you can be really sweet, nice and understanding too, at times.'' Mikayla completed her three-worded description of the king's both good and bad sides. Boomer fiddled with his hands in together and silently and discreetly agreed on that matter. He was never good with girls. Especially not with taking compliments from them.

-''I think that you'd get paid attention by a lot more girls if you just showed that side a bit more often.'' She explained, getting up again and moving over to pay some more attention to her father, who had begun stuttering again. She patted his back but was still facing Boomer. Said king remained in his place, but the two never broke eye contact. Eventually, after a short while of silence, Boomer spoke up once again.

-''Maybe you're right, Mikayla. Maybe if I become more like Brady, I'll have a less hard time with girls. Maybe I should go serious.'' Boomer's voice held an almost excited voice, like a small child, rambling in anticipation of something great that was about to happen. Mikayla smiled and nodded slightly.

-''I think so too, Boomer.'' Just then, Brady returned to the room, a robed man carrying a bag following him. The man was a bit taller than both kings, with a most average body build. He set his bag down on closest bed before looking around amongst the four humans.

-''Okay, where is the patient?'' Boomer and Brady both had a somewhat hard time resisting to laugh at the robed man's accent, and even though it would have been a bad prejudice, Mikayla did as well, covering her mouth with her hand and snickering softly. The robed man, which presumably was a doctor, came over to the trembling semi-yeti man, but not before grabbing his leather bag once again. He fished out a small vial from said bag, undoing its coverage and positioned the vial underneath Mason's face. The smelling salt took effect quickly, and Mason coughed almost violently, looking up with red eyes, possibly from the shock he had just experienced.

-''Hello?'' The doctor asked while snapping his fingers in front of the giant man's face. His eyes, after a bit of unfocused shambling, focused on the hand in front of them, and the doctor then proceeded to hold it on front of his own face. Mason shook his head several times, but the image of the hand in front of him remained blurry, causing him a faint degree of panic. The doctor then loudly clapped his hands right next to his ear, and that got his attention. Mason's head immediately snapped to a forward position, and the doctor, satisfied with the outcome, smiled faintly to himself. He then took out another vial from his bag, holding that in front of said man's face. The substance immediately took effect, and Mason plopped down on his back on the bed, sleeping before his head hit the pillow.

-''Thank you for your help.'' Brady spoke shortly to the doctor, who bowed and proceeded to leave the room. However, just as the doctor had left, a badly battered guard stumbled into the room, collapsing onto the floor. Brady immediately sprung into his action, using his toxic immunity to retrieve some water from the bathroom. Boomer and Mikayla knelt down beside the guard, examining his wounds but also realising they couldn't do much. The guard then opened his eyes faintly, trying to speak.

-''What's he saying?'' Mikayla asked softly while Boomer did his best to listen. Eventually, the guard's life escaped him as his body went limp and his head fell down, drawing his very last breath at that moment. He was dead, but Boomer had managed to pick up what he had said before said fate had claimed him.

-''He says that Tarantula people are assaulting the main gate.'' Boomer spoke with apparent panic in his voice.