Chapter 37: Unusual Punishment

Kevin's PoV:

Al and I finish eating, which means that it's time for me to do the dishes. Al ate pretty much all of the spaghetti that he made in two servings. I only got half of a serving, and I'm still starving! Though, I'm not going to complain... I already have something that I know is bad being given to me after the dishes are done, so I don't want to make this worse for myself.

I bring the dishes over to the sink, but I bring the pot with some noodles still left in it over to the garbage can to scrape. Though, I don't know any better, since Al didn't inform me, so he tells me, starting to sound a little mad, "Hey! We don't waste food here! Get that in a container and put it in the fridge!"

"I'm sorry," I pull the pot away from the garbage and put it on the counter. Though, I'm unsure of where the Tupperware containers are, so I ask, "Where are the containers kept?"

"To the right of the sink, in the bottom cupboard," he tells me, sounding like I should know this. I don't give him any attitude back, and I just grab a couple containers to put the spaghetti and sauce in separately. I place that in the fridge and get started with the dishes. "Good boy," I hear Al get up from the table. I then hear him coming closer to me from behind, which makes me tense up, but I try to focus on doing the dishes. "Don't forget," He places his hand on my shoulder. "I have a little surprise for you, once those are done." I just nod. He pats my shoulder, starting to chuckle a little, before traipsing off to the living room, leaving me here to do the dishes by myself...

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It's been a little while, since I've started the dishes, and now, I'm finished. I don't want to have to go tell Al that I'm finished, but I know that I have to. So, I head into the living room, and once I arrive in the room, I see that Al's sitting on the couch, watching his small television set, with a beer in-hand. He catches a glimpse of me, but then he fully looks at me. "Oh, you done, are you?" I nod, something that I always seem to do... "Alright. Come on, then," Al gets up from the couch and strolls over to me. He grabs a hold of my arm and brings me back into the kitchen. He sits me down at the kitchen table again. He goes into the fridge, pulls out two cans of beer, and brings them back over to the table. He sits down in his spot, forcing the cans down onto the table. "We're gonna do a little activity," Oh no... "I'm going to ask you five questions. If you get them right, I'll take a drink. If not, you have to. If you get all the questions right, I'll drink this entire can. And, well, if you get all the questions wrong, you'll drink that entire can, if you know what's good for you."

"I don't like beer! I'm too young to drink it!"

"You'll do it!" He slams down his hand. "If not, the alternative is the basement, and I'm sure you don't want that, do you?"

"No, but..."

"But, nothing. Now, open your can. Now," His eyes are just staring into me, which makes me do as he says. "Now, these questions will be about me," How could I possibly guess anything right, when it comes to this being about you? "I'll make this a little easier on you, so you'll only have two choices to answer the question. Also, I'll be completely honest. You don't have to worry about that, alright?" I just nod, scared of all this. I know that this will go down badly... "Alright. Question number one: Was I ever married before?"

"Uh, yes?" I answer, questioningly.

"Oh, good. You answered correctly," He opens his can and takes a drink out of it. "Question two: Why did my marriage end? A. She left me. B. I killed her," I gasp at the second option. "Come on, bud, answer the question."

I'm too terrified to answer "B", but I feel like that that's the answer... "Uh... B?"

"You think I killed my wife?" His eyes just dart into my soul.

"It... It was just a guess..."

"Well, you guessed wrong..." I gulp. "Now, drink," No wonder your wife left you... I take a small sip out of the can, coughing, once I finish. "You'll drink more than that next time, you hear me?"

"It tastes so awful, though..."

"I don't care!" he shouts at me, slamming down his hand again. "Now, question three: Why did my wife leave me?" Is this really all that this is going to be about: you and your wife? "A. She was a cheating bitch. B. She couldn't handle my drinking," I'm sure there was way more than just your drinking that she couldn't handle... "Come on, Kevin, answer the damn question." he says, seemingly warning.

"Uh, uh... B..." I feel like I'm just asking for trouble, but this is what I believe the answers to be!

"Really? You really don't think she cheated on me?" I shake my head. "Well, I'll tell you something: you're half right with your answer," How am I half right? "She left me for my drinking, yes, but she also was seeing somebody that was supposedly "better" than me at the same time as she was married to me. So, that's why she left me. I guess it's only fair that we both take a drink," He takes a gulp of his beer, and once he does, he looks at me and pretty much orders, "Go on, drink!"

"Wouldn't it be more fair if neither of us took a drink?"

"This isn't a matter of fair, kid. Besides, I already took my drink. Now, I expect you to take yours,"

"But..."

"Now. Don't make me put you down in that basement," Terrified of his threat, I take a sip out of the can, still hating the taste. "More than that. Come on."

"I hate the taste..."

"Don't care. Move it," I just look at him, before taking another sip from the can, coughing, once again. "That's better. Question four, now. We're almost done. The good news is, nobody has to take an entire drink from their can. Well, I sure will, but it doesn't look like you'll have to. Anyway, on to question four: Do I have any kids?" I sure as Hell hope not...

"No," I flat out say.

"Oh, really? Because of what I did to you, you think I've never had any kids? Am I right?" I'm not sure what to say... "Well? Am I right?" I just nod. "Well, guess again, kid, because you're fucking wrong," I look at him, about ready to cry. "Now, drink. You got the answer wrong, kid. It's only fair," Oh, you're allowed to bring up fairness, but when I do, you scold me! I take another drink from the can, starting to feel nauseous. "Don't throw up on me now, kid," he warns. "Now, finally, question five, the final question: How many kids do I have? One or two?" I was really hoping that you didn't have any... "Again, kid, with the stalling on the answering..." he sighs.

"Uh, one..." If he committed that horrible act to me, I really hope he didn't commit it to any more kids!

"That's right," He nods and smiles, satisfied. "That's right. I had a little boy, just like you. Just like you..." Oh no... He reaches for me, but I cringe away from his hand. "You look so much like him... So much..." He continues to look at me for a moment, making me feel incredibly uncomfortable, before finally saying, "Alright! Now, it's your turn to question me!" Oh, god...

"No... I don't feel well... Please..." I plead, holding my upset stomach.

"Don't use that excuse with me, kid. Come on, it's time for me to learn a little bit about you," I just look down at my can, feeling defeated. "Come on..." he urges.

"Alright..." I sigh. "Five questions?" I ask him.

"Five questions," he nods, smiling, answering me.

"Alright," I start, still feeling sick. "Question one..."

To be Continued...

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A/N: Thanks again! Well, that was quite the interesting chapter! I thank KaOrU 1994 for the idea of this chapter that will continue on to next chapter! Well, what do you think will happen next? How will Kevin's questioning for Al go? We'll just have to wait and see! We'll also just have to wait and see about Harry and Buzz's PoV's! I'm still brainstorming! Until next time, ciao! :D

PS: My Word Document's font got really big, and it's still size twelve! I don't know how to fix it! And it's hurting my eyes again! O.O This just happened!

- Majora's Mask Freak184