Despicably Me

Disclaimer: I own nothing except my OC's.

A/N: AHAHAHAHAH! No explanations for you! You'll find out in the future, this is because… I realized that I've been gravitating towards writing about Ripley again… Sorry 'bout that, anyways, please enjoy the chapter-y goodness! Please review!

NOTE: AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! Sorry, I just realized that this chap won't explain the burning question in your heads at the moment! I will concentrate on the plot and Gru, Margo, Edith and Agnes for a few chapters… Sorry, but I DO NOT want my OC to take over the story, and so far she is starting to, I will try to redeem myself in future chapters…

Translation/s:

"K certu s tebou... K certu s tebou do pekla, svinsky vam parchante. Diky za to, ze stejne jako kazdy jiny sobecky syn kurva v tomto bezcenny rovine jsoucnost." = (Czech) Damn you... Damn you to hell, you motherfucking son of a bitch. Thanks for being just like every other selfish son of a fuck in this worthless plane of existence.

"Hodne stesti s mesicem pan Gru." = (Czech) Good luck with the moon Mr. Gru.

"Nenavidem te, sbohem." = (Czech) I hate you, goodbye.


Chapter 7: Living in a Moment

To Margo, it had been the best day ever.

They'd had dance class, and gone to Super Silly Funland.

Edith, Agnes and her had never been to any kind of amusement park before, Super Silly Funland was the talk of so many of the other kids at school, sometimes Margo felt a little embarrassed to have never been there before.

They'd gotten cotton candy, played all sorts of booth games and even Ripley at some point grinned when the older teen thought no-one was looking, but Margo saw it.

It made her feel warm inside.

So engrossed in that warm feeling was Margo, that she didn't even notice the absence of one of their group as she listened to the sound of Agnes's joyful laughter.

"Where's Ripley?" Edith asked, bringing attention to the missing teen.

"Eh?" Mr. Gru seemed to just notice the thirteen-year old's absense, a thoughtful expression crossing his features.

"We should go back for her." Margo said quickly.

"Fricking son of a bleeping hooker!" Came a clearly irate snarl of the teen in question as she practically stomped in their direction.

"Ripley, where were you?" Margo felt compelled to ask as Mr. Gru opened the tank car.

"God damn son of a-!" Ripley stopped and looked at Margo while leaning on the handlebars of her new bike, "oh nothing, nothing important anyways..."

Margo raised an eyebrow, in a way that said, really?

"Seriously, nothing important." Ripley waved her off and clambered into the large tank car behind Edith and Agnes.

But as they sat in their respective seats behind the driver's seat at the top compartment of the tank car, Margo could hear snatches of Ripley's utterly livid mutterings…

"That son of a… Thinks he… Just walk back into… life… Without telling me he's even… How dare… tell me… be stronger for it? What… damn joke… That stupid, motherf… son of a…"

Oh well, Margo just hoped that Edith wouldn't be repeating half the cuss words that she was sure Ripley was using, heck Margo didn't even know half of them…

OOOOOO

A Few Weeks Pass…

It had been the best month ever for the girls, Edith and Agnes were having a ball. And Mr. Gru seemed to be warming up to them, Margo had even noticed Ripley starting to relax a bit.

It had all began when they heard Mr. Gru talking to what looked like a pink walrus in a suit, as Edith put it anyways. The man had been a really, really fat man, with a scary looking hairdo as well.

He'd said some pretty hurtful things to Mr. Gru, Margo was sure that Ripley understood too, in comparison to Edith and Agnes not really understanding the whole situation.

They'd inspired him to start building that rocket, by offering him that little piggy bank… Then Mr. Gru's, cousins, pitched in with the funding of the rocket project as well.

During that frenzy of renewed enthusiasm, Margo thought she saw Ripley putting in several folded bills as well, when no-one was looking of course.

Margo wondered vaguely where Ripley had gotten the money before quickly deciding to not question it.

It was amazing to watch the adults build that huge rocket, beneath the house no less!

With Edith's many impromptu explorations, the four girls discovered many awe-inspiring rooms beneath the house they currently resided in for the time being.

Ever since the visit to Super Silly Funland, Mr. Gru had been surprising them every step of the way, or at least in Margo and Ripley's cases.

The warm breakfasts, Mr. Gru had turned out to be a pretty good cook.

Games of hide-and-seek, Margo never expected the tall, foreboding man, to actually give in to Agnes's request.

Make believe camping in the living room, it was so much fun, Margo didn't think she'd ever keep that full blown smile off her face.

It felt like, for once in such a long time, they were coming home. Mr. Gru surprising them, Margo never thought that they'd feel like this.

Margo even noticed Ripley, who, beneath her suspicious and edgy exterior, tried to keep herself from smiling or laughing with the four of them, sometimes with little success. Sometimes Ripley's mask of indifference would slip a little, and she would smile, and laugh heartily.

Margo had even noticed Ripley's tendency to playfully annoy Mr. Gru into small, banter-fests. Little by little, Ripley was opening up even more to Margo and her sisters, more so than she already was.

The rocket was close to completion, Mr. Gru would be going to the moon soon, and the day of the ballet recital drew ever closer.

Ever nearing the ballet recital, dance practices grew slightly more frequent, but Mr. Gru didn't seem to mind.

Margo watched Edith jump excitedly as they passed stores on the way to the tank car, and Agnes smile up at Mr. Gru adoringly.

Then she watched Ripley, slipping into that pensive stare, that questioning look the teen's face took on when she was thinking deep thoughts.

When they were both in the kitchen, Margo decided to ask Ripley what was bugging her.

"What's wrong?" Margo asked.

Ripley was quiet for a moment, then she spoke her words evenly, "It's nothing."

"No," Margo shot back, "no it's not 'nothing', something's bugging you and I want to know what it is."

"Always straight and to the point eh Margo?" Ripley gave a little laugh.

Margo looked at the thirteen-year old intently.

"Yeah," Ripley smiled a little, Margo never knew that that smile could look sad until she'd met Ripley, "look it's just me being my angsty teenager self okay? Besides, I don't want to rain on your parade, go enjoy yourself."

"Not without you I'm not." Margo grabbed the teen's hand and all but dragged her out of the kitchen.

Margo, Edith, Agnes and Ripley too, were enjoying their new home, though there were those quiet moments where the girls, minus Agnes would talk… Late into the night, they'd voice their respective worries and thoughts…

Though Edith and Margo could tell, Ripley had thoughts that she'd never share with them…

Until the day, Ripley had engaged Mr. Gru in yet another playful banter, annoying the villain to almost-literal pieces…

Then the teen had gone silent, as Agnes distracted Mr. Gru with her unicorn, the one from the fair, Nix.

Ripley burst out laughing, she just threw her head back and laughed loudly, and didn't stop until there were tears were streaming from her visible eye. The teen had even continued laughing even after she'd fallen off her chair, and only stopped when Mr. Gru raised a confused eyebrow at her.

Ripley had seemed oddly relaxed to Margo as the four of them got ready for bed.

But before Margo could question and with Edith's help, prod a few answers out of Ripley about the teen's oddly laid-back, and frankly open behavior, Mr. Gru came in to check on them.

Margo, Edith and Agnes were running around, completely hyper despite the long day, Ripley decided to act hyper just for the hell of it.

"Did joo brush your teeth," Mr. Gru questioned Agnes, "let me smell, let me smell…"

"Haaahh." Agnes gave a huge breath into the long-nosed villain's face.

"You did nawt!" Mr. Gru said upon smelling the five-year old's bad breath, before being pelted in the face by a flying Edith.

A laughing Edith was picked up and held by the ankle by Mr. Gru.

"Put on your PJ's! Hold steell." He said as he tried to maneuver a wriggling Edith to her bed, "seriously- seriously, dis eez beddy, bye time, right now, I'm nawt keeddeeng around." He shot a look at a running Margo. "I mean eet."

"But we're not tired!" Edith called after the man.

"Well I am tired." Mr. Gru took another two steps towards the door.

"Just think old man," Ripley teased as she tried to stand on her head, "you'll have to deal with at least thirteen more years of this."

"I am nawt OLD!" Mr. Gru shot back, completely ignoring the rest of the teen's comment.

"Whatever stops the tears at night, old man, whatever stops the tears." Ripley smirked devilishly.

"Can you read us a bedtime story?" Agnes requested as she pulled out a familiar storybook.

"Yeah, would you read us a bedtime story?" Ripley mocked cutely.

"Don't start." Mr. Gru warned the teen, but after some cute pleading on Agnes's part, he gave in to her request.

"Three little kittens love to play, they had fun in dee sun all day…" Mr. Gru read after the finger puppet kittens had been explained, "wow, dis eez garbage, you actually like dis?"

Agnes frowns, the shoved his shoulder, "keep reading."

"Fine, fine, Then their mother came out and said, 'Time for kittens to go to bed.'
Three little kittens started to bawl, 'Mommy, we're not tired at all!'
Their mother smiled and said with a purr, 'Fine, but at least you should brush your fur.'" Mr. Gru seemed to be trying to stay annoyed a few lines in, Ripley had noticed, the teen was sure that Margo noticed too...

Mr. Gru picked up the little brush provided by the book and brushed the three finger puppets briefly.

"Three little kittens with fur all brushed, said, 'We can't sleep. We feel too rushed!'" Mr. Gru's voice sounded a little less annoyed, "Their mother replied with a voice like silk, 'Fine, but at least you should drink your milk.'"

"Now make them drink the milk." Agnes said, pointing to the book tiredly.

He moved the finger puppets to the milk bowl picture, one by one, and sound of the four girls yawns permeated the air, followed by Mr. Gru's own.

"Three little kittens with milk all gone, rubbed their eyes and started to yawn." Mr. Gru the inter-punctuated the story once again with another 'I'm really not likeeng dis,' comment.

"'We can't sleep. We can't even try!' Then their mother sang a lullaby." But he kept reading, Edith was the only one who saw that odd, unidentifiable expression cross Ripley's features.

"'Good night, kittens, close your eyes. Sleep in peace until you rise. Though while you sleep, we are apart… your mommy loves you with all her heart.'" With that said, his voice seemed, to crack a little.

Ripley was already tucked beneath her blanket, glad that she wasn't the one reading.

That line seemed to... Strike a nerve with Mr. Gru, Ripley simply faced the wall and pretended to be asleep...

'Something hurts, doesn't it old man?' Thought Ripley quietly as she listened to him get up quickly, startling Margo, Edith and Agnes, whom were finally falling asleep, into wakefulness.

"Aren't you gonna kiss us goodnight?" Agnes questioned Mr. Gru as he got to the door.

"No, dere, dere vill be no hugs, or keesses, or huggeeng." With those words, he left the room, closing the door behind him.

"Forget it Agnes," Margo said to the littlest girl, "he'll never kiss us goodnight."

"I like him, he's nice..." Agnes said after some thought.

"But scary..." Edith added.

"Like Santa." Agnes finished with a little grin, before dropping off to sleep.

"Ripley, what do you think?" Edith questioned the silent teen, only to be greeted with silence.

"Go to sleep Edith." Margo muttered quietly as she drifted off...

But Edith didn't sleep, she looked over at Ripley's bombshell bed, and could vaguely make out the silhouette of a silent Ripley, half-sitting up in a position that just looked uncomfortable, pressing an ear against the wall...

Ripley remained like this for at least three minutes, Edith then realized that Margo had fallen asleep after Agnes...

Edith remained uncharacteristically silent.

Ripley silhouette then sank down into her bombshell bed, almost like she just collapsed. The teen then seemed to cocoon herself in the covers, and laid still...

Edith wanted to ask, but...

Was it the blonde's imagination, or did that near silent choking sound... Sound something akin to a sob?

But something... Like a heavy weight, descended on the eight-year old's chest, and she remained silent...

Edith found herself not wanting to know...

So the blonde girl snuggled into the soft comfort of her bed, and ignored the wandering thoughts that swam rampant in her brain...

The way Ripley was acting, it was expected of her. Edith knew that the older girl had been returned many times, vaguely, Edith wondered if Ripley was suspecting something...

But...

No, they were going to have a home here, who cared if there weren't goodnight hugs or kisses? This would be the home for all four of them. It would stay that way...

Deep down, Edith prayed that those insistences would be enough...

Uneasily, the blonde fell asleep, at last...

But upon dreaming of freeze rays and camping trips in the living room, Edith smiled in her sleep...

No-one noticed Ripley slip out the room, or through the kitchen window...

No-one noticed her slip back in before sunrise, looking more haggard, and annoyed, than ever... But ultimately still poking fun at Mr. Gru, spurring along childish behaviour within Margo, Edith and Agnes, and just acting out the part of a typical, angst-and-hormone-ridden teen...

Ripley was sure no-one noticed...

No-one except Margo and Edith that is...

But all stayed silent, and they all decided to live in the moment, because maybe if they wished and believed hard enough...

The moment would last forever...

OOOOOOO

Two Weeks Before the Recital...

They were all having a tea party.

A freaking tea party, at least, that was the way a disgruntled Ripley put it. But the girls were enjoying themselves, Mr. Gru had even baked them cookies!

Even Ripley couldn't find fault in that, she loved chocolate chip cookies...

"Now we peeck up our cups," Mr. Gru instructed the girls with a little grin, "and we cleenk dem together. Clink. Don't forget dee clinkeeng."

Agnes was joyful, Margo was having fun, and even the macabre Edith was having a ball, even with the activity being so girly...

Ripley just let her mouth twitch up into a grin and clinked her cup of 'tea'.

Then Mr. Gru left the room, the sound of a doorbell calling him.

"Keep clinkeeng." Mr. Gru assured the four girls that he'd be back.

He left the room.

Not even Ripley could bring herself to give notice to that niggling paranoia that lurked just below the surface of her thoughts.

No, she was happy... Why ruin it? Maybe this would last, maybe, maybe this was the finish line...

Ripley smiled and munched into another chocolate chip cookie, practically moaning at the heavenly flavour.

"Hell, the old man can cook!" Ripley declared emphatically.

"Yeah! The cookies are great!" Edith added as she downed some juice from her teacup, "clink."

"Nix and me agree!" Agnes piped up happily.

"Well you're certainly cheerful today." Margo commented with a small grin.

"Hey!" Ripley protested, "cheerful? No, of course not. Energetic? Yes, yes I am."

"That's why you shouldn't be given sugar..." Margo teased.

"Neither should Edith and Agnes, but look at 'em." Ripley swept her hand in the girls' directions, "who could say no to those faces?"

"I could think of a few." Margo answered.

"I can too," Ripley said plainly, the smirked evilly, "but most of them are on my list."

"Dare I ask?" Margo said with a grin and a raised eyebrow.

"What's your list?" Edith and Agnes asked in near-unison.

"Come closer," Ripley motioned for the girls to lean in closer to her, the three leaned forward eagerly...

Ripley looked at the windows, then back at the doorway...

"It's a secret." Ripley said, then she burst out laughing.

"Awwwww!" Edith said, "tell us!"

"Pweasssse?" Agnes pleaded.

"Seriously?" Margo laughed, "come on!"

"Nope." Ripley quipped, then stuck out her tongue at Edith, who mimicked the gesture accompanied by a smirking grin.

"Gurls..." Mr. Gru's voice was soft, softer than usual.

"Mr. Gru!" Agnes was suddenly attached to his leg like a koala once again, "we're clinking are teacups, see?"

It was an odd expression that passed his face, a cross between guilt and sadness, then it faded into a cold frown...

"You gurls need to gather your t'ings." Mr. Gru said curtly.

"Are we going on a trip?" Edith asked excitedly.

Suddenly, before Mr. Gru could say anything, Edith and Agnes were already dragging Margo out of the room and down the hall to their room...

Ripley hadn't even gotten up from the abandoned tea party...

"Deedn't I say-" Mr. Gru started, at least trying to sound cold, but ceased speaking to dodge when the teen threw an empty, plastic teapot at his head.

Ripley ignored him, and finished the orange juice in her teacup, then set it down. The teen got up and walked towards Mr. Gru and the archway...

She stopped right next to him, and stared at him from the corner of her blue eye and spoke quietly, "K certu s tebou... K certu s tebou do pekla, svinsky vam parchante. Diky za to, ze stejne jako kazdy jiny sobecky syn kurva v tomto bezcenny rovine jsoucnost."

One didn't have to understand what Ripley was saying to hear the bitterness in her voice, she already knew where Mr. Gru was sending them.

"Now-" Mr. Gru tried to start, only to have the teen cut him off loudly.

"Hodne stesti s mesicem pan Gru." Ripley moved past him towards where Margo, Edith and Agnes had run off to, she her head high, and her shoulders squared proudly. "Nenavidem te, sbohem."

And with those words, Ripley walked forward to join Margo, Edith and Agnes in packing their belongings...

The thing is, whenever Ripley used Czech, she only spoke it when she wanted to say whatever-the-hell she wanted and leave the recipients wondering what the hell she just said.

It was a far better alternative than crying or yelling...

Or at least it would have been, had Gru not been fluent in several European languages, one of which...

Was Czech...

OOOOOO

Margo felt betrayed, before she'd even been able to process her thoughts on Mr. Gru's request, no order, to pack their things they were at the door.

Staring into the face of Ms. Hattie, the death of her and her sisters' childhoods.

Mr. Gru was sending them back, he was sending them back...

Margo could vaguely wonder what she did wrong, and feel her chest hurt a little... No, that statement was wrong, it hurt a lot.

The brunette looked to Ripley for support, only to be greeted by a silent, empty gaze on the teen's gaze. Ripley had always had her things packed, it had only been a matter of shouldering her backpack and duffel.

Agnes's pleading with Mr. Gru broke Margo's heart, Edith was frowning and pouting quietly...

Ripley just climbed into the car without a word, as if she were deaf to the world around her.

"Thanks Mr. Gru," Margo said bitterly through a window, "thanks for everything."

As they got farther and farther away, Margo, Edith and Agnes watched Mr. Gru's house grow smaller and smaller, until they couldn't see it anymore...

Even as Miss Hattie began to verbally rip into the four of them.

Ripley still held her head up proudly, and stared into the silence of her own world...

OOOOOO

At Miss Hattie's Home for Girls...

"Well looks like you four certainly screwed up." Miss Hattie said to them, she still wasn't done.

"We didn't-" Edith began unwisely, still angry and hurt over the day's events.

"Oh but you did girls," Miss Hattie turned to face them with a sneer, "it's all your faults. Otherwise, he wouldn't have given you back hm?"

Edith was silent, and looked down at her boots.

"Well girls, it's obvious that no-one will ever want you..." Miss Hattie stood in front of them like she had always done when chopping their self-confidence down. "You must be truly worthless-"

Agnes's eyes started to water, and the small girl choked on a sniffle...

"NO WE'RE NOT YOU STUPID BITCH!"

One would think that such a gutsy line would erupt from Ripley's natural cuss accustomed mouth, but not it wasn't her...

That shout had come from Margo, who'd felt herself being filled with a Ripley-like gumption as Miss Hattie fired cutting remark after cutting remark... When Agnes's eyes had started to glisten with tears, that just tore it, Margo had finally exploded.

She had had enough.

"What," Miss Hattie hissed dangerously in Margo's face. "did you just say to me?"

"We are not," Margo spat angrily, "we aren't worthless, no matter what the heck you say or do! So I'm telling you to, SHUT THE HELL UP!"

Slap!

Miss Hattie had slapped Margo across the face.

"You little..." Miss Hattie's face had gone red, and Edith and Agnes shrank back in fear, Ripley's shoulders tensed violently as the horrible woman lifted the ten year old up by the front of her shirt... "Ungrateful brat!"

Ripley thought fast, and dropped her duffel and backpack near Edith and Agnes, and pushed them towards the stairs, all in the span of one and a half seconds.

"Margo's right!" Ripley snarled at the woman loudly, her blue eye glittering angrily. "Stupid bitches like you should shut up!"

Ripley then indulged her violence streak, she kicked Miss Hattie's shin, causing the woman to release her hold on Margo's shirt...

There was a litany of insults and curses pouring from Miss Hattie now, Ripley had the woman's attention now...

"I get it now," Ripley laughed mockingly, "you just bully people smaller and younger than you because they don't fight back! And for what? To make yourself feel better, to distract yourself from the fact that you're such a fucking horrible bitch that you'll remain unmarried and despised for the rest of your life?"

Ripley didn't even see the movement, until Miss Hattie backhanded her across the face, hard.

Ripley had taken worse, and somehow she hadn't gone flying, she still stood and her blood boiled. And despite the fact that she didn't even have her knife with her, she felt confident.

"Hah! Is that the best you got?" Ripley taunted the livid Orphanage owner cockily before continuing her tirade, "you say that were all worthless, but you're the worthless one, who uses petty, childish jabs to make other people feel bad so you can feel higher than them. When those people, those lives you step on, are worth more than thousands of yours!"

"You're really pushing it dear..." Miss Hattie's voice seemed to take on a more malicious tone. "Apologize." The cow of a woman ordered.

But Ripley had lived with her Mother, her mother's co-workers, dealt with the bullies at school, the rejections and secrets of her adoptions, Ripley had faced so many people who were scarier than Miss Hattie could ever hope to be.

"You aren't worth the apology!" Ripley spat back, smiling even as Miss Hattie's temper finally snapped, Ripley barely felt the ruler break across her face, or the meaty hand lift her underweight body in the same way Margo was.

"Dearie," Miss Hattie said, sickly sweet, "ungrateful worm that you are, I am gracious, apologize, and your punishment will be less severe."

"Those girls will be greater than you ever could hope to be, they'll surpass every fucking expectation and all the shit life'll throw at them!" Ripley's voice rose with conviction as she smiled smugly, "they'll look back at this hell hole, and someday this establishment of hell, will be nothing but a distant memory to them. This fucking shit hole of an orphanage will go down, and you'll go down with it you fucking bitch!"

...

The rest of the words were muffled by scuffling noises, and several resounding crashes...

Margo felt guilty, Edith and Agnes had dragged Ripley's bags to their room, and assisted halfway by a much stronger Margo.

All they could hear was Ripley's rude comments, hitting where it hurt, verbally attacking Miss Hattie without relent...

A short time later, another, much closer crash was heard, then the slam and click of a door...

Ripley was locked in the broom closet...

A few minutes later, Miss Hattie had stormed into their room and put all three in the 'Box of Shame', even going as far as to make two new boxes of shame as for Edith and Agnes. The Orphanage caretaker simply sneered at Margo, Edith and Agnes's tired misery as she weighted down the boxes to make them too heavy for them to lift.

Miss Hattie seemed to have forgotten Margo's outburst already...

So the four girls spent the night in their own Boxes, or closet, of Shame...

People outside, or in the nearby buildings, whom ignored the shouting and the crashes, went to sleep as everything had finally gone silent.

Inside a closet and thirteen year old swiped half-heartedly at a stream of blood trickling down from her nose, wincing as she accidentally prodded a forming bruise on her cheek. She felt like laughing, not a happy or a joyful one like at Mr. Gru's house, but one that was bitter and smug at the same time.

She knew it, she knew it. The day had come when the smiling would end, when that wonderful moment in life would end. When they finally had a chance, it was right before their eyes, only to have it ripped away, and in the teen's case, again. Ripley buried the snicker that rose in her throat, as her re-bruised ribs would complain.

'What a hell hole we live in.' Ripley thought tiredly, then for the first time, by herself, she prayed, 'god, I know I don't pray much, I know that after all the horrible things I've done, I wouldn't help me either. But, if you're listening, please take care of Margo, Edith and Agnes, I don't care about me anymore, there's no hope for me. Just give them something better than this place... Please?'

She drifted off, dreaming of blood stained-glass butterflies and tea parties, lost to the sands of time...

Tea parties made for three, a tall boy with Glasgow scars, and a pale, still woman with empty hollowed eyes...

In her sleep, Ripley smiled...

OOOOOO

Inside three cardboard boxes, three little girls wondered. A five year old wondered when their Spy-Dad, when Mr. Gru would come and rescue them. A blonde wondered if the entire thing had been her fault, maybe she was the reason they got sent back. And a bespectacled brunette asked herself what went wrong, and berated herself for opening her big, fat mouth. The three of them hoped that Ripley was okay...

Then Margo remembered Ripley's words, Ripley had never been one for many words to people, but she talked to them a lot. She never really thought about it much, but she knew that Ripley only talked to her and her sisters. She knew Ripley was truly kind to no-one but them, but she'd never really thought about it until now.

The best day ever, had become the worst...

Margo tried to cheer herself up with the thought of the upcoming dance recital, it would be sharing the same block after several other dance numbers and musical talents.

That comforted her a little, though not by much...


A/N: Well their lives just went down the crapper didn't it? Yeah I know, I took a one way trip to angsty-drama-ville. Ripley did not dominate the chapter, at least I don't think she did... I mostly tried to gravitate towards Margo and Edith's points of view. If I didn't do it well please tell me...

Anyways, yeah, I made Miss Hattie a real bitch, but when wasn't she? I think I made her a little more realistic. I think she'd one of those people who bring down other people cause they can't get a date and are frustrated with their lives. (Bottom Line: Child Abuse of any kind = EVIL! Bad! BAD! Horrible, monsterly people do this) Also, tell me, did I go overboard on this?

This was the chapter that never seemed to end, I decided to use some creative license and fill in the blanks.

Also, yep, Mr. Gru WAS Number 1 villain at some point, I assume that the guys should know at least a few languages.

On another note, poor Ripley, she starts opening up and what does it get her? Sad things… Sniffle…

Again(damn do I ever shut up?), what happened to Kazimir? What did he do or say to piss Ripley off? Stay tuned to find out!

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