Chapter Two: ...Will Eventually Collide.
Barbie stifled a yawn as she rolled over in her bed, her eyes flickering as she fought to keep them open. The persistent buzzing of her alarm clock was definitely something that just had to go. Barbie started to burrow her face back into her pillow, a groan escaping her. "...too early...wait. It's a Saturday..." She pushed herself into a sitting position. "And the middle of summer. My alarm clock shouldn't be going off!" She glanced over to see that her bright, sparkly, pink alarm clock most definitely wasn't going off.
Throwing her covers off, she grabbed her pink robe, slashing the ties together quickly. "Who in their right mind will visit us at this hour?" She muttered to herself as she hurried out of her bedroom, running down the stairs.
Approaching the front door, she ran her fingers through her hair to at least make herself look presentable. Flipping the lock, she pulled the door open a crack. "Yes? Can I help you?"
A business man of some sort shifted slightly, his fingers twitching. "Perhaps you can. I'm looking for an old friend of mine. Goes by the name George Roberts?"
Barbie stifled another yawn, this time gesturing for him to come in and sit. "He's my father. Let me go get him." She headed back to the stairs, taking them two at a time.
Moving down the hall, she made a beeline for the master bedroom. Pushing the door open after lightly knocking on the door, she crept up to where her father was sleeping soundly. Lifting a hand up, she gently shook him awake. "Dad... there's a guy here that claims to be an old friend of yours. Can you go see what it is he wants at this hour?"
George grunted as he shifted, grabbing his glasses off of the bedside table. "Old friend? That doesn't make any... Barbie I want you to go back in your room and wait there. I'm putting all bedrooms under lock down." George didn't offer any explanation, swinging his feet over the edge of the bed as he sat up.
Barbie frowned, her eyes narrowing. "What if Krissy needs something? If the room is under lock down we can't help her?"
George smiled tightly, reaching down to press a kiss on the top of her head. "The tunnels are not connected to the lock down procedure for just that reason."
Barbie nodded, though uncertainty danced in her eyes. Realizing that her father was being serious and most likely would walk her back to her room, she turned and left his room.
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George quickly did two things, first he muted the Smart Home so that no one would hear it repeat back its commands...then he placed the bedrooms on lock down. Moving quickly, he went downstairs, eyeing the man that was sitting in his living room. A frown crossed his features as he realized that he didn't recognize the business man. Keeping close to the stairs, he cleared his throat. "Excuse me... but who are you and what business do you have with me...especially at this hour." George pointed to the grandfather clock in the living room, just as it sounded the hour. Two in the morning.
The man reached into his suit jacket, a coldness settling over him. "Simply put... your old man has something that my boss is interested in. And in no way is he gonna let anyone stop him from receiving it." He pulled his hand out, revealing a small silver pistol. George tensed, debating briefly on whether or not he had time to call the cops. "I suggest against calling for help. My partner is waiting just outside for me. And in truth you and your daughter will be long dead before any of the cops can get here."
George felt fury ignite inside of him, his fingers curling into a fist. "Leave her alone. She knows nothing about her inheritance!"
The man lifted one shoulder up in a half shrug, before leveling the gun with George's heart. "Too bad. It really is a shame... she is such a pretty little slip of a thing." He pulled back the trigger, his expression blank as the bullet flew across the room...
~Few Minutes Earlier, Right outside the Three Youngest Bedroom~
Margaret blinked, confusion settling in as she slowly registered the fact that the door was in lock down mode. "House? Can you please undo the lock down on the nursery?" Silence met her, much to her confusion, Digging her phone out of her robe's pocket, she pulled up the app for their home, her brows knitting together as she realized two things that didn't make any since. Her voice recognition had been turned off, and the password changed, as well as the fact that the volume had been muted. Shaking her head, she tucked the phone back into her pocket. There was a tunnel entrance in the kitchen. She could use that to bring the bottle to Krissy.
She was halfway down the steps when she noticed that George was blocking the way, and appeared to be uptight about something. Margaret frowned, moving closer to ask her husband what was going on... She stumbled backwards as a gunshot rang out in the quiet night air. Heart pounding, she took a moment to realize that the indistinct screaming was her. Reaching a hand up, she pressed it over her heart trying to calm herself, even as George fell limply to the ground. "George!"
She dropped down next to him, pulling him into her lap even as she noticed that there was a lot of blood pooling out of his chest. "No... no!"
"Who are you!?" A man that she didn't recognize demanded, raising a silver pistol so as to point it at her.
Margaret clutched her husband close to her chest, staring at this man... this man that she bewilderingly realized had just murmured her husband. "Not until you tell me why you just shot my husband!"
~Barbie's bedroom~
Barbie winced as she listened as a second gunshot rang out. Hugging her knees to her chest, she felt a brief pang of panic as she recalled the tunnel entrance in the kitchen. "House? Can you lock down the kitchen please?"
Silence filled the air as she sat there for the longest time. Barbie sighed, before walking over to her computer and pulled up the security footage for their house. Immediately, she spotted the kitchen with the metal wall blocking it off form the rest of the world. Good. The House did hear her. She glanced over at another camera, and felt her heart skip a beat. Both of her parents lay dead on the stairs. The man that had claimed to be an old friend of her father's was moving up the stairs, holding a gun in his hand. She quickly checked on her siblings, finding Krissy bawling in her crib. Barbie estimated how long its been since she last had a bottle, a fact that was confirmed as she glanced down to see that her mother had a already made bottle next to her.
Leaping to her feet, she rushed through the tunnel entrance in her room down to the kitchen. She needed to make her sister a bottle and feed her before anything happened to her.
A/N: Done! Um, yeah... they're dead. At least they can place the house in lock down mode. I added the tunnels for the mere accessibility to the different rooms that they allow during a lock down. At first I wasn't going to include the kitchen with that, but then I realized that typically you keep the formula and bottles in the kitchen... which means that if Krissy is crying during a lock down because she's hungry, they need a way to get into the kitchen. Thank you for being patient waiting for this update!
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