What time is it? New fandom tiiime! Greetings, Regular Show regulars, I've come to bring good vibes and hopefully entertaining material! Idk how much I'll actually write(it depends on how successful it is), but I think I'll be sticking to more Pops focused plots. There's a severe lack of tender Maellard family content and I won't stand for it! I wanted to keep my first dip in the pool light, so you get this and we're going aaaall night, boys!
The sky was dark with thick, grey clouds and anything set on the horizon lost in the dense haze of snowfall. He knew they should have brought the multi-seater- the idiots- and now look at them; drudging down a mountain through a blizzard on nothing but their hunk-of-junk snow buggies!
The frigid air bit at his skin, an occasional stray draft pushing passed the confines of his coat and deepening the chill. He could feel a thin layer of frost beginning to form on his exposed flesh. Ahead of him, he caught the faint headlights of his teammates' vehicles shimmering and dancing through the force of the weather. Still not a thing in sight...
Maellard felt a pang of irritation. None of them had prepared for a blizzard; it had quite literally come out of nowhere and they'd been forced to leave their haul behind in the frenzy. It was hard enough for their mobiles to cut through the growing layers of snow without a collective ton of rock to slow them down, he knew this logically, but the trouble they'd have to go through to get it all back was enough to make him reconsider. He'd surely have to renegotiate with their client about the late shipment, listen to his inane blithering about how unprofessional it all was, risk returning their commission and going home empty handed.
He heard voices cut through the wind...something about the growing darkness, stopping and setting up camp and there was no way that was going to happen. He was getting off this mountain with or without them. It was their fault they were in this mess in the first place! Somehow...they should have been keeping watch while he was distracted!
Which brought him back to his most recent obstacle...the baby currently nestled into his coat.
It had been a few hours since the thing had all but fallen into his path and he still wasn't entirely sure he wanted it. He'd never been one for children...upon marrying, Anastasia had agreed against them. They were obnoxious little creatures; crying for this, whining for that. Pinching, biting, wholly untidy and siphoning time and energy like a black hole! Disgusting...and yet, he felt the smallest tug of something whenever he looked down to check on the bundle. He did what he could to shield its tiny body from the storm, the cold had not been a kind welcoming when the cosmic heat of landing had worn off. His thoughts raced back to the scroll, mind so focused on the living alien before him that he'd skimmed through it the first time. Something, something, twins, something, something, good vs. evil. No doubt it would cause problems for him later down the line...if he decided to keep it, that is. He wondering vaguely if there was a way he would be able to test just which embodiment he possessed...there was a 50/50 chance he had the bad one, a chance he was going to raise something destined to destroy his reality and he had no way to rigging the results in his favor. Was it even right to take whatever this thing was with him? Was it already too late to make that decision?
There was also no doubt that it was a Lollilander. His family had immigrated from the planet generations ago and he'd long forgotten the stories he'd been told of it, but he did remember the almost haunted look in his great grandfather's eyes whenever he spoke of it.
The rush of rogue air suddenly pushed against him, frosting his goggles and filling the inside of his jacket with flecks of snow. Jolting at the unexpected chill, the infant wriggled uncomfortably. Its face scrunched as small cries began pouring out of its mouth and, all at once, the tug became a pull. Maellard did his best to shush his fussing, but the angle and the fact that he couldn't exactly remove him from the warmth of the coat proved difficult. He settled on pulling up the zipper just a bit higher as muted cheers rang out ahead of him and the faint lights of a nearby town filled his sight. He hoped whatever locals were there were the friendly type and that they would all be able to hunker down for the night. He had some arrangements to make in the morning.
And BOOM! One-shot completed. This one was a little weird for me, I won't lie. There's so little info on the Maellard's in general that it's difficult to write a whole story around, but I hope I managed to pass in terms of characterization. Feel free to let me know what your feelings are!