50th. Yay. So, yeah... Let's get started. Same thing applies, you know what you asked for and what you didn't. List is at the bottom if you want to avoid possible spoilers.
Mt Ebbott
"What do you mean I can't join the Royal Guard?!" Peter yelled at the stern blue, scaly skinned Captain. Yellow eyes stared back without fear. Her lips curled back revealing glistening sharp teeth.
"I mean no human has ever joined the Royal Guard," she began with her trademark growl, "And I sure as hell am not going to be the one to tell your mother that I would even think about it."
"Mama doesn't need to know. C'mon Undyne," Peter pleaded, "Can't you put me in training like you did with Papy-"
"Oh no kid. One, he's a skeleton and two, you still haven't gotten rid of your stripes."
"But-!"
"No buts kid."
"Now what is going on over here?" a new voice interrupted. Peter paled as a crooked grin bloomed on Undyne's face.
"Queen Toriel. Good to see you," Undyne greeted to a tall, purple tunic wearing goat woman.
"And you as well Undyne," Toriel greeted with a grin, "My child? What are you doing here? I thought you were meeting Sans at Grillby's."
"I-eh I am mama Tori. I just ran into Undyne here-"
"In the opposite direction of Grillby's," she sighed. Peter's shoulders slumped forward. Then he walked over and hugged her around the waist. He felt her arms wrap around him.
"Mama, I love you. But I want to protect everyone. Frisk is already an ambassador between humans and monsters... I just wanna help too."
"Oh I know you do my child. It is a fine thing to help others. But perhaps, you could find a safer way to go about it."
Mewni
"So... You're my new brother," Star said in an odd monotone unbecoming of the usually bouncy seven year old. The nervous nine year old stood stiffly watching her every movement with slight fear. He cleared his throat with a slight cough.
"I'm your guard actually," he said pushing his glasses closer to his eyes, "Queen Moon is having me trained."
"To fight?"
"Yes," he said timidly, unsure what to expect. This didn't match the rumors he had heard throughout the castle and heart of Mewni. Star Butterfly was supposed to be wild and rambunctious. A Mewman through and through, proving herself by fighting monsters.
"That's so... Cool!" She screamed out with a burst of energy. She grabbed his arms, squeezing them rather tightly with bright stars in her eyes, "You so have to teach me!"
"Star," an older voice warned as Peter did his best not to panic. Star pouted and let Peter go.
"Yeah mom?"
"Why don't you go see what you're father is up to?"
"Okay!" She laughed excitedly, forgetting Peter in favor of her father. Once out of the room, Queen Moon kneeled down to Peter, wand in hand, she cast a simple spell. He felt butterflies flutter in his stomach. He didn't react though. Queen Moon had been getting him used to the almost ritiualistic incantation and spell work so he could remain among the citizens.
"Now Peter, you know why you are here."
"To protect Princess Star. From my dad."
Queen Moon's eyes held unshed tears as she squatted to comfort the boy. Peter avoided eye contact with the Royal. There was already so much bad blood between the Queen and his father.
"To grow up safe, alongside my daughter. I hope, that you being here will help bring peace."
"How can it when no one knows I'm a monster?" he asked as quietly as it was bitter.
"Would they give you a chance if all they saw from you was a monster Peter? As much as I love the people, they do love their black and white ways."
"I understand Queen Moon."
"Now Peter, since I am caring for you, as is River, feel free to call us whatever makes you feel comfortable."
"Even if it meant calling you mom?" He blurted out. His face lit up with embarrassment when he realized what he said, and looked away from the well groomed Queen. He didn't know why he said it. But he had never had a mom before.
"If that is what makes you happy Peter. I'm sure Star would be thrilled to have a brother," she reassured with a wistful expression. Peter gave his own shy smile as he finally met the queen's eyes. Hopeful that what she said was true.
Hopefully he could be happy pretending he wasn't a monster.
Hopefully a day would come when he no longer needed to.
Hōnno city
"What a lovely city you have here Satsuki."
"You need to stop breaking into my private quarters Peter."
The brown haired teen shrugged his shoulders and walked into her line of sight. Satsuki just sat idly in her chair, sipping her tea with the high end sophistication she was raised with. There was a wild chaos wrapped around a calmer mind speaking to a controlled individual with a wildly violent soul. The two showed no relation, other than the words they shared.
"You don't hate me enough to kick me out, and I assume you have enough of a heart not to throw me out to Nui."
"She is banned from the school-"
"Doesn't always stop her. And you know that."
"Why is she after you this time? Did you interrupt her work?"
"Hardly. Mommy dearest has her investigating."
"Pray tell," Satsuki said with little interest noted in her voice. It was enough for Peter to continue talking.
"Showing you would be easier sister. Although, it could be risky."
She didn't move, nor did she say anything as her piercing gaze told him all he needed to know.
She didn't care about the danger. Not since her father told her the truth of their mother.
With a terse grin and a flick of his wrist, he fired a mass of fast moving red threads from his wrist, that latched onto the wall. Satsuki's eyes narrowed slightly. She didn't stand from her chair as her eyes seemed to drink in what Peter was showing her in its entirety.
"So, an experiment of hers worked."
"Not quite. It would seem, there was a little spider in the machiene. It's dead now, but it possibly saved my life. The life fibers seemed to latch onto the spider and began to mutate and kill the beast. Bastard of a creature bit me just as the experiment was starting and well... Lo and behold."
"So mother wishes to study you."
"As it would seem, I am no longer a pig in human clothing. Rather, Nui's little silk worm," he cringed. He felt a firm but gentle hand grasp his wrist. He looked to his elder adoptive sister. He had hardly noticed when she had stood from her chair and left her tea.
"When your transfer is complete, I do hope you accept my offer into the student council," she stated vaguely. A spark of energy flitted through his eyes, his lips, curled into a slight smile.
"Well, who am I to deny my sister when she is being so gracious? I would be honored to be standing along your council."
Stark Tower
"You stole Stark tower!"
"Good to see you too baby boy."
"You stole Stark Tower, with me in it."
"So I did," the woman casually remarked as she went through Tony's liquor cabinet.
"Mother! You can't just steal things like this!"
"It's not stealing. You are my son."
"You stole the building your son was in! You don't own it!"
"So?"
"Unbelievable mom. Next thing I know, you'll steal the SHIELD Helicarrier-Don't even think about it mom."
"Wouldn't dream of it. I already have a plan."
"It better to be to put Stark Tower back."
"They still have about seven hours left to get it back."
"Mother."
"Relax. Nothing is irreplaceable Peter."
"Yeah except me!"
"Well, I guess the great Carmen Sandiego finally has committed a crime that will get noticed."
"All your crimes get noticed mom."
"Mmhm."
The Middle of Nowhere
"Courage, where are you?" A sad young voice asked nervously. The small pink furred dog moaned but left the foot of Muriel's bed and walked into the hallway. The dog looked up groggily at the young boy who looked nervous.
"Would you uh... Could you sleep with me tonight Courage?"
The dog yawned, but followed the boy up to the attic that was his new bedroom.
Courage didn't know what to make of the brunette boy. Muriel had said she was his Great Aunt and that he had lost everyone.
Courage had been less than thrilled considering her other nephew and his tendency for shaving hair and fur.
Peter just had the habit of occasionally gripping his fur to tightly as he pet him. He was rather meek, getting scared by Eustace just as Courage did.
Courage didn't know how long he'd last in the backwards and bizzare place of Nowhere, but he figured it couldn't hurt that much. Maybe, just maybe it would be better.
Game Strip
"When you said you were being adopted, this is not what I thought you meant!" Iron Man commented to Spiderman.
"What did you think I meant? No one has a maternal or paternal code in their programming in our game."
"Just tell me you're not going turbo."
Spiderman rolled his eyes.
"I am perfectly content with our game Iron Man. Look, do you want to meet my parents or not?"
"I do."
"Okay, so follow."
Iron Man did just that as Spiderman approached the game of Fix-it Felix Jr. Iron Man raised a brow when Spiderman just stood there. They didn't wait long as a woman walked up with the confidence and ferocity of Black Widow. Her smile could have given Loki chills. But Spiderman was hardly bothered.
"There's my little fighter!" She stated proudly, putting an arm over Spider-Man's shoulder.
"Hey Mama Calhoun. How's hunting been?"
"Violent. Gory. Still... Keeps the bugs out. How bout you Spider-baby? Getting plenty of attention?"
"I'm about as popular as Iron butt here mom."
"Wait, she's your mom?" Iron Man squeaked out. Calhoun snorted.
"Classy ain't he? Well, come on Spider-baby, your dad is waiting for us."
"Yes mom."
Addams Manor
Peter could only smile.
It was rare to have friends over. Most didn't like the outside of his home.
Apparently it was scary.
But they didn't seem to have a choice. With the Helicarrier down, they had to sleep over at his house.
Even his mother and father were excited.
"Make yourselves comfortable," he said, practically skipping inside the dark home. He could tell his team was tense, something no one else in the house would be able to pick up. But that kept his grin large.
"Lurch will move your stuff to your rooms."
"Lurch?" Nova questioned.
"Mmhm! Isn't that right Lurch?"
There was a deep grunt behind the four and Sam squeaked when he saw the towering Frankenstein-esque man. The rest were equally shocked even though they weren't vocal. Lurch merely leaned down and grabbed their luggage to take to their rooms.
"I think you guys are going to really like your rooms."
"Are they anything like the rest of the house?" Ava asked distastefully. Peter took it with stride and answered earnestly, "It feels like an Addams' hand-me-down, tenderly passed generation to generation. I think Wednesday gets the house next."
"Wednesday? Dude, it's Saturday."
Peter chuckled, knowing that they'd meet his sister soon enough. She just needed to come in with Uncle Fester from tending the cemetery.
"I know it's Saturday. But that's beside the point, dinner is going to be at six, don't be late. Mom is excited for guests."
With that, he left them to explore the manor.
Sneaking about, he greeted Thing with a casual wave, hugged Cousin It, and entered his father's study. He was unsurprised to see his mother and father dueling with sabers as easily as breathing and as passionately as their love. He watched them engage with the terrifyingly sharp blades for a few moments before he made himself known.
"Mother, father. As much as I love watching you dance about, my friends have arrived," he spoke with joy, "And I would hope you wouldn't miss dinner.
"Why never Peter. Although we should really wash up Gomez. We want to look our very best."
"Why my darling, you never look anything less than ravishing," Gomez proclaimed, grabbing his wife's arm and kissing it from the hand to her neck with utter adoration. Morticia smiled lovingly at her husband's action. Peter gave the two some privacy, knowing they'd be down in time for dinner.
He walked around searching for Pugsley.
This would certainly be a dinner to remember.
Beach City Temple
It had been a bleak day, Steven was crying.
The gems were worried. This kind of pain, they weren't used to.
But it seemed Greg was. Holding the homeless child who had been unfortunate enough to be attacked and bitten by a corrupted gem.
It was as though time itself had stopped until Garnet gasped. A small smile made it to her face as she put a comforting hand on Steven's shoulder, gathering the attention of the other gems.
"He'll be alright Steven."
"You sure?" Steven sniffled, looking hopeful.
"Positive," she said walking over to Greg. She held out her arms to the small bitten child. Red rimmed eyes stared at the Afro wearing gem.
"Hello Peter," she said softly, "I'm Garnet."
Peter wrinkled his nose, then sneezed.
"Bless you," she said.
"Thanks," Peter said softly with a slightly squeaky tone. Steven ran up to the other boy with stars in his eyes. Greg felt him squirm and released him from the comforting hug.
"You heard Garnet. She said you're going to be fine."
Peter just stared as Pearl and Amethyst approached him.
"Yeah little guy. And you're not going to be alone either," Amethyst said excitedly.
"Amethyst! What about his parents?" Pearl scolded.
"Ah, come on Pearl. It would be great."
Peter sniffled.
"Oh, I'm sure everything will be okay Peter. Connie's parents let her visit."
"I don't have anyone," he said, as fat tears began to stream down his face. Garnet was the first to react pulling Peter into safe and strong arms, similar to how she would hug Steven. Steven quickly followed, then Amethyst and Pearl. Greg had a sad and soft smile. It looked like the Crystal Gems had adopted a young boy. Thankfully Steven was hardly the jealous type.
In fact, he seemed set on making Peter feel welcome with the Crystal Gems.
Antarctica
"Peter, what are you doing to Deadbolt?"
"Gah!" Peter squeaked as he fell from the "shoulders" of the robot named Deadbolt. Peter groaned as his the woman walked over to help him up.
"You shouldn't have gotten on Deadbolt Peter."
"Sorry mom. But you said he needed to be recalibrated so I figured I could handle that while you deal with the Saturday case," he ended almost bitterly.
"Look Peter, I know you're upset-"
"Upset?! Mom, I am beyond upset. Zak and I could be cousins! We grew up together. And now, you're telling that he is evil, due to no fault of his own? And that you are justified? Mom, that is a load of crap!"
"Peter!"
"Mom. I'm sorry but," he said trying to keep tears out of his eyes, "Why should he suffer for something he hasn't done? For something he is fighting against?"
"If you knew, someone was going to do something horrible... Like kill someone close to you-"
"Do not bring Uncle Ben and Aunt May into this."
"Would you have stopped him if you knew what he was going to do?"
"Yes! But to that extent-!"
It went back and forth with the robot's eyes lifelessly watching the two enter another moral debate.
Endsville
"Fire and brimstone coming down from the skies! Rivers and seas boiling! Forty years of darkness! Earthquakes, volcanoes, The dead rising from the grave! Human sacrifice, dogs and cats living together... mass hysteria!"
"You say that like it's a bad thing. Apple deary?"
"No mom. I'd rather not choke on one of your terrible golden apples while watching Grim try to avoid- Is that a Cerberus?"
"Why yes. I thought Grim would love to see his pet. Like I love seeing Hoss after a hunt, all sweaty and muscly-"
"Whoa mom! That's just weird!"
"Oh get over it and eat your apple," she said with a snap of her fingers. A golden apple appeared before him, floating with a menacing glow. Peter snatched it from the air but made no movement to eat it.
"You know, the last time I ate one of your apples I got demonic spider powers from another demension."
"I know. Isn't it great? All that CHAOS! Just at your fingertips."
"Mom, did you and Hoss break up again?" Peter asked with all seriousness and worry. Eris's face turned ugly with rage and she screeched an unholy rage, only to almost immediately perk up.
"Now why would you say that deary? Hossy and I are just going through a rough patch. Any day he'll come crawling back to me like the sniveling beast Hunter of a roguish man he is," she said with a twisted smile. Peter cocked a brow and returned his gaze to the scene rather than the goddess of chaos and discord.
Sometimes, it was just better to late chaos run its course.
"AaaaahHHHH!" A Jamaican voice shrieked. Peter smirked.
Although, perhaps it was just more entertaining. At least chaos was more entertaining than order.
Sewing room
Peter was never one to believe he held patience for anything that didn't involve science experiments. Especially if it was something mundane like sewing.
He didn't mind those who held it as a passion. His mother was quite the fan of sewing, albeit, a bit to the extreme.
He never thought he would willing spend time in the room. Especially without having to talk with his mother. Especially with her not there.
But this was delicate- no- secret work. He couldn't have his mother find out.
So, rather clumsily, he began to use her most abundant and flexible material in commonly ordered red and blue, and began to slowly construct a rather ill fitting suit that would allow him to utilize his newfound powers.
Many nights, many close calls, he avoided his mother's watchful eye to be unknown.
Superheroes were only recently tolerated after years of being illegal.
His mother may have approved of superheroes, but would she approve of her son being one?
With a slight headache and tired eyes, he hid his little project and attempted to make his way to his room.
"Ah Peter there you are darling," a nazily voice surprised him. Peter jumped slightly as a short woman, shorter than a few kids he knew, casually walked past him, "Come, come. I have something to show you."
Peter was slightly thankful his mother was rather oblivious to aspects of life outside of fashion or she may have questioned just what he was doing in her sewing room. He followed her to her "super" secret sewing room where she showed off her latest works in one of the most technologically advanced display he had yet to see.
No doubt that with supers being publically allowed now, she was getting commissioned left and right.
And of course, despite knowing nothing about fashion, apparently she could get important feedback from him on certain designs. Like with the Incredible family. Apparently she would watch if his nose curled at all in slight unnoticed disgust or if his jaw grew slightly slack in awe.
He sat in his familiar chair next to his mother and settled in for a barrage of uniforms and perks, learning about other supers he may run into. A girl dressed like a white tiger, a large Mr. Incredible like individual with impenetrability, someone who may be a little too patriotic, someone who seemed to always get angry and rip his clothes, it was just nutty.
He happened to glacé at his mom just as a manic grin came over her face. Peter felt a chill shoot down his spin. Usually that grin was accompanied by insane amounts of fire. He glanced back at the glass wondering what this new suit would be if it had his mother that giddy.
"And I have just one more suit darling. It was a bit difficult to construct," she said as the last suit appeared. The doors opened to show a skin tight suit with a full face mask. Peter could make out the bold red and blue first, along with the large white material meant to cover the eyes.
It was only as it drew closer did Peter's heart begin to race. Across the very fabric of the suit was a carefully stitched web design, leading to a large spider in the center of the suit's chest.
"Your suit," she continued casually, "Is as flexible and durable as you are without injuring yourself. It is cut resistant but not bulletproof so be careful with it."
Peter's jaw was slack as the machine demonstrated the suit's durability.
"Your suit can also resist temperatures up to two thousand degrees, in case that fiery boy with the poofy hair has to give you a lift."
Peter barely registered she had to be talking about Johnny but he had no idea what fireproofing a suit would have to do with Johnny but he didn't have the mental capacity to question it at the moment. He was trying to process what was going on with his mother's project.
"And with my patented suits, there are always a secure tracking beacon," she said pulling out a small device, "Well? What do you think?"
"W-What do I think? Mom! You-You knew?!" Peter squeaked.
"Feh! But of course I knew. You want to be a superhero don't you? Well I wasn't going to let you out in that shabby piece of rubbish," she said as a machine brought his little project to her. She held it by the tips of her fingers looking both disgusted and intrigued, "The material is fine, being of my own make, but the stitch work is deplorable at best. We'll have to work on that..."
"Mom you know I don't sew."
"Clearly," she said dripping with sarcasm. She placed the ugly garment back into the machine that had retrieved it for her.
"Mom. How did you find out?"
"I have eyes everywhere. And the new thread I found, is not my make or model," she said holding up a test tube of a sticky white thread. Peter could only look away as his cheeks flushed a brilliant red in embarrassment.
England
There was something truly bizarre about his mother's abilities. And by extension, her hobbies.
Perfect nanny and fixing families. All while living in a magical clock known as Big Ben. Truly a strange woman. And here she came from her latest venture it seemed.
There was a familiar and non bird related taping at the clock. A door appeared and opened allowing a smartly dressed woman with an umbrella to enter the secret home.
"Why, Mother Ma-ry Pop-pins," Peter popped his words with a quirk. The woman now identified as Mary Poppins, flashed her blinding smile.
"Peter, I thought I saw you running about with the chimney sweeps," she said with a sweet chuckle. Peter raised a brow.
"Well, you said you thought, you see any proof?" He asked playfully.
"Why yes indeed," she said pulling out a handkerchief from her bag and wiping his cheek. Peter grumbled slightly as she removed, the no doubt, extra soot he had missed on his face from running about with the chimney sweeps.
Wakeman residence
Peter went through the baby book again. He had to make sure he was just right with the names of it would haunt him later. At least least it was what he thought.
He took a deep breath and began writing on a set of name tags. Once he was done with a name, he placed it on a shut down machine. It took no time at all but he wanted it to be perfect.
Afterall, he wanted them just as happy Jenny had been when he named her. Oh his mother was not too thrilled when that was all she wanted to go by. But it had been worth it to see her circuits lit up in her optic lenses.
"Jada," he said laying the name tag before the egg shaped XJ-1, "Jemima," he said now laying one in front of what appeared to be a blaster, "Janice," he added placing the third name tag in front of a small robot with large blue feet, "Jessica," he gave the forth who had an odd metal bow like appendage a top an antenna, "Janet," he placed the name tag by something that appeared to be a high tech old fashioned radio, "Jacqueline," he commented as he placed the name tag before a green, almost tripod like robot with side appendages and a television screen, "Jessie," he placed the name tag before a rather curved in on itself machine with what almost looked like a frown, "Jordan," he dubbed the last and the most destructive appearing of the machines that towered over him.
He gave the machines a small smile.
Hopefully they would enjoy their names when they would wake up.
Africa
Peter sat idly reading over the most recent science journal he could get his hands on. He listened to the rumbling of the RV as he traveled through the Sahara. He could hear his mom and dad talking about what animal they would look for next for their logs, and Eliza babbling back and forth with her chimp as Donny terrorized Debbie.
He did his best to ignore the clamor and chaos, even from the tiny creatures hissing at him from the ducts.
How Eliza kept ignoring the little spiders was beyond him.
Both could here the little arachnid's, but he could only hear them. She could hear all animals from that mystical shaman or whoever he was.
Yeah... Weird day.
"Hey Peter, Darwin wants to know if you're going to finish your cheese doodles," Eliza chuckled. Peter rolled his eyes and tossed over his half eaten bad to the chimp. The chimp said something to Eliza as his lips seemed to curl into a smile, "Darwin says thank you."
"He might be saying thank you but, I doubt his body is. You know Cheese Doodles are not a part of a chimps diet right?"
The chimp grumbled and Eliza chuckled. Peter's lips curled into a soft smile.
Was his family weird? Yes. Would he trade them for anything? Absolutely not.
"And cut! Nicely done everyone!" a plump young woman under the age of thirty called out with a manic grin. Messy and frizzy brown hair was pulled back in a messy bun as red rimmed brown eyes finally closed from exhaustion.
"Well, mom, that was certainly one of you weirder experiments."
"Yeah... Well to be fair, I blame Loki for all this."
"Place the blame where you wish, you enjoyed it all the same," Loki commented as he walked into the large warehouse like studio.
"Yeah yeah you Norse-Jotun parent person."
"I still can't believe you made a deal with the observer to see how I would have been raised."
"Well, like the dumbass I am I freaking did."
"Mmhm. Anyway, looks like all the "parents" are here for the party mom."
"Oh yeah. The party for the odd commitment... I better go order the pizza before they all lose it. Why did I ever decide to do this?"
"No idea mom. You seem to be a bit of a psycho."
"Maybe I am but don't act like you didn't enjoy it."
"I'm not denying it."
"I don't think anyone is," Bucky commented having appeared out of nowhere.
"Holy fucking Jesus!"
"Mom!"
"Don't apologize Sunshine!" Deadpool and his lady counterpart proclaimed whilst they through their arms around the baffled writer. More and more parents, friends, allies and antagonists Melancholy's Sunshine had used began poring into the warehouse with smiles, laughter and on a few faces irritation.
Food, drinks and in general chaos seemed to overwhelm the site with Melancholy's Sunshine swearing at herself on what a stupid idea it was to invite all the parents to a party. Parents, siblings, enemies and partners all gathered in a somewhat large space until the chaos began and the cross over parents began to arrive.
"I'm going to die."
"I doubt that. You did survive documenting and "recreating" moments with each and everyone of my dimensional parents."
"All but one. It's still sitting in the review section of a father."
"Oh yeah... Rocker On wrote something. You did invite him didn't you?"
"All parents are welcome," Sunshine said pointing at a rock skinned individual attempting to avoid being stalked by Deadpool.
"Should we-?"
"Just leave it to them. I think Rocker On gets along with Deadpool better than he's willing to admit, considering he lets him keep popping back into the reviews and all. Besides, apparently Deadpool dropped you off to him."
"Funny how that works," Peter muttered before being dragged by Iron Man into the strangest party since Deadpool's most recent wedding. Sunshine just watched as she was not one for dancing or partying.
Until of course... Deadpool spiked her drink...
Undertale's Toriel. (Peter has Goatmom.)
Star versus the forces of evil's Moon Butterfly (Gonna get a helluva lot weird.)
Kill la Kill's Ragyou Kiriyuin (Messed up mama from a messed up Mature show.)
Carmen Sandiego (Because Carmen Sandiego.)
Courage the Cowardly Dog's Muriel (Who wouldn't want to see the madness?)
Wreck-It Ralph's Sergeant Calhoun (Because having a multigenerational and stylized family is entertaining)
The Addams Family's Morticia Addams (Mysterious and spooky little Peter.)
Steven Universe's Crystal gems (Oh so popular pick)
Secret Saturday's Miranda Grey (Because it had to be said)
The Grim Adventures of Billy and Mandy's Eris (CHAOS!)
The Incredibles's Edna Mode (Too freaking perfect)
Mary Poppins' Mary Poppins (I'M MARY POPPINS YALL!)
My Life as a Teenage Robot's Nora Wakeman (try explaining those sisters)
The Wild Thornberrys' Marianne Hunter Thornberry (One is a monkey, one is wild, one is a teen, one can talk to animals and one is a human-spider hybrid. What could possibly go wrong?)
Melancholy's Sunshine's Melancholy's Sunshine (Kind of hiding under a rock now)
Same as A father, let me know the most memorable mom and the most quotable line. As well as how many mom's did you recognize.
