Willow planted a hand on her forehead and gazed upon her work for the day. A simple robot, a mechanism that already had a better version working in the factory right now. All it was was a sketch, and already it screamed of failure and hopelessness in the world.

Willow groaned and angrily crumpled up the paper. She threw the enormous blue ball to the floor and stomped on it in her swivel seat. Her footstep boomed like a cannon and echoed through the empty room. She leaned into her drawing desk and shoved her face into her chubby hands, letting her features sink into the flesh of her palms.

She let out another exasperated groan. In her anger, she wanted desperately to keep going and try to create something that at least had a slim chance of helping out the company. She knew she could; she had the idea in the back of her head. She just didn't know if she could get it out.

She thought it over. She could just go home right now. She could just call Marilyn and tell her to come back to the factory for the night. She had before; she was used to it at this point. Willow had no idea how many times she'd been at her house, but Willow knew that all of these all-nighters just weren't good for her. She was already crazy enough to have kidnapped somebody out of pure envy. Which was totally insane, she knew. But what was she to do about it now? She couldn't just TELL anybody.

Willow rubbed her face for a minute, letting the idea sink in. She thought about it for another good twenty minutes before actually deciding to call. She got up from her desk and stretched before making her way to the telephone on the wall. She picked up the receiver, punched in the numbers, and waited for the tone to stop.

"Hello?"

"Hi. It's Willow."

"God...what now?"

"Nothing. Just come back."

"Why? What did I do now?"

"Nothing! Just come back. I want to come home now."

"...Yeah. Okay. Fine."

"Cool. Thanks."

"Uh-huh."

The receiver sounded a CRACK! as its plastic met the wall and hooked into place. Willow sighed with relief and cracked her neck. She glanced at the clock, noticing it was just about a half-hour before dinner.

"Awesome," she said to herself, "If I hurry, I can make it."

She dashed out of the drawing room, promptly said her good-byes to the workers and Henrietta, then exited the building. She sprinted through the pouring rain, got in her purple car and quickly drove home.

.

Ned and Ivy weren't present at dinner, oddly enough.

Candy was, but they weren't.

"Candy?" Willow brought herself to ask, "Where are your siblings?"

Candy looked around and shrugged. "In their rooms, I think. Want me to go get 'em?"

"Would you?" Willow asked, "I hope they're okay…"

"I'm sure they are," Candy replied, standing up from her seat, "They seemed fine earlier. To me, at least. I don't think you've seen 'em all day."

"I haven't!" Willow agreed, "Thank you!"

"No prob," Candy replied, heading down the hall.

. .

Ned and Ivy reluctantly came to dinner, looking worried and having a hint of shame dashed into their faces. Something seemed off about them...they ate well, but they didn't speak often. They looked as if they were afraid that Willow would lash out at them if they said the wrong thing. Whenever she tried to start a conversation, it would always trail off into simple nods. They hardly even looked at her half the time.

Something was up.

After dinner, Willow hurried to the phone in her room and made a secret phone call to her double back at work. She had to know what she had done earlier today.

The dial tone sounded. The receiver buzzed with its monotonous tone.

Suddenly, a voice. It was cold and tired, laced with melancholy joy.

"Ehehe...hello?"

"Marilyn? What did you do while I was gone? Ned and Ivy are hardly speaking to me. What did you do to them?"

"I just took the girl's box and buried it is all."

"Well, that-WHAT? What box? You better not be talking about the one under her bed!"

"Hehe. Yep. That one."

Willow slapped her forehead. "I just asked you to come by and check on them! What the hell did you do THAT for!?"

"You ever noticed how rust tastes irony?..."

"MARILYN. What is WRONG with you?"

"The voices, Willow...the voices told me to do it. The voices told me I needed to get rid of the box...the secret box…" The voice was garbled with whimsy, with wonder, like she wasn't discussing the obstruction of a preciously guarded secret.

"Marilyn! Are you crazy?"

"Crazy? CRAZY?" The voice got louder, "CRAZY!? CRAZY!?"

Then it stopped. A cackle scratched its way out of the phone and went on for minutes on end. In the background, metal parts were banging around and miscellaneous items like papers and plastics were making all sorts of noise over Marilyn's deranged laughter. The frightening, maniacal laughter went on and on and finally ended with Marilyn out of breath. She got close to the phone, licked her lips slowly and smacked them.

"You won't miss me, Afton."

The dial tone shrieked to life again.

Willow hung up. Something clearly wasn't right with her.

She slumped onto her bed and glanced out the window, loosening her tie. The rain slammed against her window while the thunder snapped its mighty fingers and Willow was left alone with her own thoughts. She let out a deep sigh and turned away from the black clouds and blue lightning.

What the fuck had she done? It sounded like she had literally driven a girl to insanity-a young one at that. She had no idea what her next plan was. Acting out revenge came to mind, of course, but what about herself? What would she do to herself? She replied to Willow with "you won't miss me", but what was that supposed to mean? What would become of her the second Willow wasn't watching her?

She heaved a tired sigh. Her fingers dug at an itch biting at her arm. She aimed her eyes to her door, partially open and letting in all the noise not from her own room.

"I'm a monster," Willow groaned to herself, "This is bad. How am I gonna live with myself knowing I drove somebody to insanity? What am I gonna do now?"

She buried her face in her palms and shuddered. Her hands moved up, letting her eyes slide open and force her pupils to the blue carpet underneath her feet. Her fingers crept through her purple hair, letting them slip all the way back to her neck. She rested her arms, still deeply thinking about her situation and what to do now.

She sat up. "I'll confess. I have to," she reasoned, "There's no way Henrietta won't find out about it. I'm surprised she hasn't already…" She stood up and stared out the window again, hoping to find an answer or anything of particular help outside.

Then she remembered.

The box.

. . .

It took a few hours, but Willow finally managed to find where Marilyn buried Ivy's secret box. The debris she must have used to cover it had long been washed away by the rain, leaving an obvious mound of soil where she knew something must be buried. She dug at it in the pouring rain for the next thirty minutes and eventually dug out the item, raising it above her head in victory the moment she found it. She quickly fled the scene, ditching her shovel and mentally promising to come back to it tomorrow.

Inside, Willow quietly but swiftly changed into her pajamas, washed off Ivy's box, and stealthily crept into her room and placed it underneath her bed. She couldn't find Ivy, but by some amount of pure luck she had chosen to use the bathroom just then, so she didn't have to worry about her being seen.

She snuck back to her room, shut the door and swept herself underneath her sheets, smiling to herself as the storm passed by.

She shut her eyes and prepared for another day.

. . .

There was a knock at Ned's door. Then it opened.

Ned sat up quickly, his internal clock ticking perfectly. His deep eyes focused intensely on the subject walking in. It was his mother.

Yep. Two chins.

He startled. Ivy stirred next to him, her arm curled around his waist in her sleep. She sat up, then also jumped the moment her eyes focused on her mother. Her green eyes shrunk and her lip flopped, trying to find anything in her vocabulary to express or explain herself.

Ned thought to himself "Welp! We're fucked."

Ivy thought to herself "Uh...this is awkward…"

"Oh," they agreed on.

"Good morning, guys!" Willow greeted cheerily, inviting herself in. She clearly didn't seem to care that Ned and Ivy were sleeping in the same bed. She pushed Ivy's legs aside and sat on the foot of Ned's bed, placing her hands on her knees. She brushed aside a lock of hair and sighed.

"So!" she began, patting her legs, "I have a confession for you two."

They looked at each other. Neither one wanted to admit that they had one, too.

"You see…" Willow started, rubbing the back of her neck, "I...You know...A long time ago, I was diagnosed with depression. The reason isn't important, okay?

"Well, my partner didn't wanna cope with me hiding from her all the time. So she hired a stand-in. And I didn't like her. So I held her captive and...made her stay here for you guys while I worked."

Ned stared on with empty eyes. "What?" he asked, "Is this some kind of joke or are you telling the truth and you're actually this psychotic?"

Willow sighed. "Yeah. Look. I KNOW what I did was wrong and completely insane. But trust me, I was in the middle of a manic episode! I promise you I wouldn't have done it if I was mentally stable at the time, but eventually I realized it was wrong, but I couldn't tell anyone because I'd be arrested at best!

"But then I started getting worried because the girl I held captive was beginning to go insane. I called her last night and she was completely crazy. And...it was really scary to hear, so I can only imagine what she's been doing to you guys for the past three days.

"I'm really sorry," she apologized, cupping her hands together, "And I mean REALLY sorry. Can you forgive me?"

Ivy blinked.

Ned stared.

"We'll sleep on it," Ivy replied reluctantly.

Willow smiled weakly. "Thank you." She stood up. "I hope you guys know that this means that girl will never be back here again. The mom you see now is the one who will ALWAYS be here for you now."

Ned glared. "Prove you're our mom."

Willow shrugged. "Okay." She unbuttoned her shirt and presented her real, chubby stomach, and then tugged at her double chin. "See? Real me."

"Oh, yeah?" Ivy asked, "Well, if you're our real mom, what super-secret thing doesn't your stand-in know that YOU do?"

"The answer to that is pretty obvious, Ivy," Willow replied. She smiled warmly.

Ivy stopped. She focused on the last word.

Her name.

She got it.

Without even trying.

She began to laugh. She leapt out of bed and held her mother tight. "Mom!" she cried joyfully, "It IS you! Oh, thank GOD!"

Willow started laughing as well. "Hey, hey! It's alright, kiddo! It's me!" She hugged her daughter back and raised a hand up to stroke her hair. "It's me, Ivy. I'm here."

"Oh, my god…" Ivy repeated, "Are you really gonna stay with us forever now? No more nights at work?"

"None. That stand-in is fired. I'm confessing today, getting her the help she needs and suffering the consequences if I need to."

"Wow," Ned commented, "That's really brave, mom. Are you sure you're up for the consequences?"

Willow sighed. "Not particularly," she admitted, "But I have to face them anyway. I'm a bad person, and if I go to jail, it's totally understandable."

"You could just say it's for reason of insanity," Ivy suggested, "It WAS during a manic episode, wasn't it?"

Willow shrugged. "Yeah, I guess it was," she replied.

Ivy released herself and Willow's hands bent down to button her shirt. "I'm gonna go make breakfast. You guys have any last-day-of-summer-vacation requests?"

Ivy looked at Ned. He shrugged. "Does eggs and bacon sound good?"

"Sure!" Willow agreed. She finished buttoning her shirt and began to step out of the room. Her genuine stomach bounced against the purple fabric. "I'll call you guys to the table when it's done!"

She stopped in the doorway as she prepared to exit. "By the way," she commented, "I think you two look cute together!"

Their faces were immediately stuck in a cold, stone expression of impending terror.

Willow clicked her tongue, winked, and shut the door behind her.

It took some time for their minds to register what just happened. Ivy sat on the bed and talked to her brother about it.

"Do you think she knows?" Ivy asked, "You know...that we fucked?"

Ned shrugged. "How could she? That was her stand-in yesterday, not her!"

Ivy rubbed her arms. "Yeah, but...ahh. You're right. She couldn't possibly know."

She stood back up. "Well...I better get back to my room to change, I guess." She held her arms above her and yawned in a groaning stretch.

She heard Ned stand up and felt his hands sweep under her shirt. She startled, then calmed as his palms met her chest. He squeezed each breast softly. His warm touch felt nice.

"How about we do it one more time before mom calls us to breakfast?" Ned asked quietly, "I think we can manage."

Ivy giggled. "Yeah, okay. Get on the bed."

Ned complied. They both stripped off all of their clothes and had sex underneath the covers that lasted a good seven minutes. They both finished, each sibling having a chance to cum before their time was up.

Ivy nestled close to Ned. She kissed his cheek. "I love you, Ned."

Ned wrapped his arm around her and kissed her on the lips. "I love you, Ivy."

"Christ! At least use a CONDOM next time!"

Their eyes shot open.

"Ned?"

"That...that wasn't me."

Their heads turned to the golden bear resting on its side beneath the covers. "What? You act like you've never seen a talking bear before. Besides, you know your mom has condoms in her dresser."

. . .

Willow suddenly heard her phone ring, and she sprung forth to answer it. She quickly grabbed the receiver and held it up to her ear. "Hello?"

"Willow?"

"Henrietta! Thank god! I need to tell you something!"

"Me, too. Do you know anything about this corpse in the drawing room?"

Willow froze. "Uh...uuhhh…" She tugged at her collar. "No."

"I didn't think so," Henrietta replied, "I'm calling the police. Stay home today."

"No worries," Willow replied.

She hung up.

. . .

To this day, things seem to have improved for the better. The dead body was cleared out quickly and forgotten about, at least by the only two people that saw it. Willow and Henrietta managed to get attention for their business and sold it to a major corporation for a large sum of money. The two eventually became extremely well-known in the scientific community for their bioengineering and their capability of creating sentient life out of spare parts. They struck gold, eventually leading up to now where they remain billionaires and have absolutely dominated in the sex and robotics industry.

As for Candy, she went on to become an employee for the mechanics department and also earns hefty sums for every month. She met a worker there by the name of Josh, and after quite a number of years they married and had a child.

Ned and Ivy continued to have their loving relationship, although they definitely used condoms more frequently now. When they turned eighteen, they finally revealed their secret to their mother and sister, to which Candy replied with momentary shock and a buttload of questions about their relationship. Their mother just didn't seem to care. She was happy for them, overall.

She claimed she knew all along.

They live together now, not far away from their childhood home. Of course, sometimes they argue and/or fight, mostly over financial issues. Their relationship isn't perfect. Hell, they can't even marry because the thought of the backlash they would get was agonizing. Regardless of how close they are or how much they love each other, they're still brother and sister.

But they're okay.

They survive.

And that's the ending I always wanted.

Thanks for being so patient for this, guys! Just a little update, I started working on Extra Security: Volume 5, but the upload of it is up for debate. I'm in a bit of a rut at the moment, life keeps getting in the way. Best case scenario is that I'll have it all written and uploaded by the end of the year. On a side note, I can't possibly thank you all for your support and attention for the last few years. It means a lot to me that anybody even looked my way when I uploaded my first chapter, let alone gave me positive feedback. Also, keep an eye on my profile because I might be working on a collaboration with Rabid Panzer in the future! Once again, thank you all for your support, and I promise this is not my last project I'll be working on!