IMPORTANT NOTE: None of this new chapter is written by me, but by the incredible dalek117! All my responses to your reviews are below :D
Chapter 46 by dalek117, let's do it!
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In what now seemed like routine, the young adults all sat around in the living room, waiting for Reaper to tell the tale of Webby's father. Yet, Reaper was in the kitchen at the moment. And he had been in there for a few minutes now, for some strange reason.
Louie decided to go check on the robot, or rather, he lost the game of rock, paper, scissors to decide who goes. With a huff of a groan, he left but soon came back with a shocked face.
"You guys need to come to the kitchen, now!" he said before rushing back.
Everyone looked at one another before nervously following him through the door. There, they found Beakley and Donald sitting down, looking at the standing Reaper in shock. To the side, Scrooge was standing at the door, also looking at the Reaper with interest. Webby was about to look at Reaper himself, but then her nose caught a whiff of something being cooked: something familiar and… disgusting.
Webby gagged as she realised what had been cooked: Peanut butter sandwiches. Unlike most of the family, she absolutely despised peanut butter, and was especially hard on it if it was on a sandwich by itself. She grinded her teeth together, as she held herself back from leaving the room in disgust.
At least, until she saw that Reaper was also looking at the sandwiches, his entire body shaking with… hate. Then she realised that he was quietly muttering to himself: "Abomination… Despicable… must be cleansed" over and over again while his fists clenched and unclenched.
Webby, her nose scrunched up in an effort to stop herself from smelling the peanut butter, walked up to the Reaper and gasped as she saw that his eye was twitching at a rapid pace. He couldn't stand the sandwiches either.
"Who is the absolute monstrous being that… toasted these… sandwiches… with peanut butter in them?!" Reaper growled out, his voice the angriest Webby has ever heard. Not that she thought he was wrong, she too was angry about it, but not nearly to the extent that Reaper was.
"Um, I did," Beakley stated, her voice initially uneasy until Reaper turned to glare at her with the most betrayed expression a robot could ever show.
Beakley's face paled, not from fear from the Reaper for she was confident that she could take him down, right here, right now. No, it was from how similar the glare was to Webby and Henry, whenever she had cooked peanut butter sandwiches in the past.
"You're dead to me." Reaper declared with a hiss.
"Uhm, I think you are overreacting to this…" Huey stated, before Reaper silenced him by shifting his murderous glare onto Huey, causing him to take a small step backwards from surprise.
"There is no such thing as overreacting to the mere existence of peanut butter sandwiches," Reaper countered, his body stance now changed to a 'fight me' one, as if challenging anyone to try to change his mind.
Now Beakley was feeling a big sense of déjà vú. I swear that I've been in this exact situation many times, she thought to herself.
Webby, on the other hand, actually smiled at Reaper's bold declaration.
"See?" she boasted to Dewey. "There are people who do hate peanut butter sandwiches like I do, or in this case, even more so."
Dewey sighed as he remembered all of the times that the six friends would go out to a sandwich bar when they were younger, and Webby would flat out refuse to even look at a Peanut Butter Sandwich, much to Violet, Lena, and Louie's horror. However, Dewey had already known about this since just after they first met and went on the quest to find out what had happened to Della. They had exchanged some of their most hidden secrets to each other and one of Webby's was hating Peanut Butter Sandwiches with a passion. Honestly, Dewey didn't care whether or not she liked or hated them, he himself was neutral on them, but it was one of those weird quirks that everyone had, except for Webby.
"I didn't doubt you for a second," he said as he gave her a peck on the cheek, causing her to blush.
"Oh, come now," Scrooge said tauntingly as he walked up to the Reaper, "Peanut Butter isn't all that bad."
Reaper's eyes narrowed at him. "That is the most bullshit thing I've ever heard. Peanut Butter is so gross that when you taste it, it's texture is flat and…" Reaper suddenly stopped as Scrooge gave a triumphant smile. His angry face relaxed into begrudging admiration. "Well played… very well played."
Everyone, minus Scrooge, stopped whatever conversations they were having, utterly confused. Scrooge trotted over to the table and picked up a ham and cheese sandwich, taking a bite out of it before walking towards the door. He stopped and turned around to the young adults.
"You don't mind if I borrow Reaper here for a conversation?" he asked.
The group didn't even have time to shake their heads before Scrooge and Reaper moved out of the room and walked upstairs.
Dewey turned to Webby. "What the hell just happened?"
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Scrooge closed the door to his room, before making his way to the seat behind his desk. Reaper simply stood there, not sitting down at the guest seats Scrooge had set up earlier.
"I would have said 'welcome to my office' but I assume you've already been in here, uninvited," Scrooge stated with a raised eyebrow at the robot, who shrugged.
"You assume correctly, though you have been making some very accurate assumptions about me lately. I can correctly presume that you were the one to instruct the bi…" Reaper caught himself upon seeing Scrooge's hard look. "Agent 22 to toast those distasteful peanut butter sandwiches, in order to cause me to react in a certain way."
"You can," Scrooge nodded, "And you didn't disappoint." He leaned back in his chair as he crossed his legs, looking straight at the Reaper's eyes, without any of the usual discomfort he had. "And now I make another assumption that the reason why you suddenly stopped your tantrum below is that you realised that it was exactly the same reaction Henry, Webby's father, would have made and has made in the past at the sight of Peanut Butter Sandwiches."
He leaned in, his eyes sharp. "In fact, a lot of your reactions, statements and overall body language is very similar to Henry's, though I also see a lot of Steelbeak's mannerisms as well, such as the ability to get on Beakley's nerves. And you have not been hiding it totally, letting yourself slip up in order to cause everyone to guess what you are."
Reaper just nodded as he sat down, though his posture was much stiffer than before. "All of the assumptions you have just provided are true."
"Good, because I have one more that I believe you would want to hear. I remembered what Gyro told me when I went to his lab to check up on the bomb in Dewey, and you, how that you had an entirely natural emotional scale that was not programmed. You acted like a living being, the stories that you told about Henry and Steelbeak from their perspectives sounded like you actually experienced them through their eyes was astonishing and just now, you spoke of knowing the taste of Peanut Butter… without even having a mouth to eat them. So tell me, Reaper. Am I wrong to assume that you, or at least your brain and soul were created from copies of Henry and Steelbeak?" Scrooge finished.
Reaper's eyes totally widened, his entire body recoiling slightly before he began to chuckle. Scrooge simply eyed him with a poker face, not giving Reaper any hint of the tiny bit of doubt that maybe he could be wrong. But as Reaper's chuckle died down, Reaper looked Scrooge dead in the eye.
"You are correct."
Scrooge breathed out, happy that he had figured it out, but also annoyed that this also complicated things. He knew that Reaper was not Henry, but if he had mostly the same memories as Henry, how long would it be before he thought himself as Henry and would try to be Webby's father? Scrooge didn't know.
"How much of you is from Henry, then Steelbeak?" Scrooge asked.
"Originally, it was equally half between my two sides," Reaper admitted. "My mind was designed to be the perfect representation of what Henry and Steelbeak could be if they were but one person. An early experiment that was meant to lead into the development of cloning, and memory transplants."
"Memory transplants?"
"Replacing one individual's memories with another's, eventually even personalities, quirks and soul," Reaper explained. "Originally meant as a means of ensuring that top F.O.W.L agents would be able to live on in another person's body while still retaining their unique skills and experiences. Due to the unique circumstances of mine, then Infiltrator's creation, we were the only successful examples." Reaper shrugged as he looked off to the side. "One of the materials used in our brains is so rare that there was only enough supplied to F.O.W.L. R&D division for two robots, and unstable enough that only us two could be built. That same material, which is classified to the highest degree, is believed to be responsible for my... unique existence. After our creation, the development was put on hold and transferred to a different section."
Scrooge nodded as he listened intently. "You stated that Infiltrator was created in the same manner, but I don't think she was made from Henry. You always had that reverence of him, while she doesn't to the same extent as you. Is she created from Steelbeak and Heron?"
"Yes. F.O.W.L high command believed me to be slightly limited to much more of a warbot role, so they decided to see if that was the result of the union between Henry's and Steelbeak's personalities, using Heron and Steelbeak to create a more Spy centric bot. They succeeded, but at the cost of Infiltrator being much more free-willed."
"I see," Scrooge said as he took out a coin from a drawer. "Back on the topic beforehand, you mentioned that it was even originally, as if that had changed?"
Reaper nodded but paused as he took time to figure out how to best word his answer. "I was much more exposed to Henry at the start of my life. I was like a young child, despite having the memories of two mature adults in my mind. It was confusing, as it was like I had three minds in one body. But as time went on, I formed my own experiences and memories, while retaining many of my original creators… quirks. I soon reforged myself into a separate individual, where Henry and Steelbeak were more like my parents who influenced me into going down a certain path. The same happened with Infiltrator."
"So, she would say the same things as you?" Scrooge asked as he started to toss the coin up into the air.
"I believe that is correct, so you should ask her yourself if you get the chance."
"Already have" Scrooge said as he tossed the coin, but in a way where it arced through the air towards the corner of the room. For most individuals, it would have seemed like Scrooge had made an error in his toss, but that was soon proven wrong as the coin landed on something mid-air. "Am I right, Infiltrator."
Reaper didn't even react while Infiltrator groaned, as she materialized out of thin air, picking up the coin and handing it to Scrooge.
"How did you know?" she asked.
"Two things: One, I purposefully left the carpet dusty, so anyone walking on it would leave marks. Being invisible doesn't stop foot marks showing, so I could clearly see the shape of a foot in the carpet, surrounded by dust, Two, I remember leaving the vent closed, and I saw from the corner of my eye as I entered the room it just touched back into a closed position."
"Smarter than the smarties…" Infiltrator muttered as she sat down in the other seat.
Scrooge gave a quick smirk before his face fell back to a more neutral expression. "Why are you here, Infiltrator?"
"I have news, and not good ones at that."
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2 hours previously…
Infiltrator re-entered the hideout for what seemed like the hundredth time, yet she knew that she had countered only 52 times. Within awaited Henry as he tinkered with a large device. She was annoyed that he hadn't told her what it is yet, not ready until now to post listening devices in case he recognised her handiwork.
Yet today was different. She had 'borrowed' some prototype listening devices from Gyro's lab without anyone realising and had modified them to be almost undetectable. Even though Henry was trained to detect, find and block listening devices, she had taught him in that regard and had kept a few tricks up her sleeve. He also knew what her specific devices looked like, but these new ones were of an unfamiliar design to him, so he was 100% unable to identify them.
As she walked over, having placed one out of sight with a small compartment on her foot sliding a device out and onto the floor in the carpet, she saw Henry stand up and take off his welding helmet before turning to face her, with an expressionless face. She caught her breath. He looked nothing like the carefree little boy all those years ago. His lack of emotion slightly unnerved her, as she remembered how he was when he was younger, compared to him in the present. If Infiltrator had to be a teacher in a class, she would make sure that her lesson would be revenge is never good for it destroys you on the inside.
"Have there been any changes?" he asked.
Infiltrator shook her head. "No, all three couples are still interacting together, Della Duck is spending time with Donald and Daisy Duck, Scrooge McDuck is administering his business, and Agent 22 is still being a housekeeper."
"And what of Reaper?" Henry asked as he turned around, hoping to avoid Infiltrator seeing the betrayed look in his eyes. He failed.
"His loyalty chip has been destroyed by the taser attack by Violet Sabrewing in Mexico, so he is apparently enjoying not having to report to anyone. He's main goal is to tell the story of Henry Vanderquack's and Steelbeak's childhood to Webbigail and her friends, and to see which one of them guesses what he actually is."
"Still playing those games, is he? Well, that's Reaper for you all right." Henry gave a small chuckle before turning serious. "Does he…."
"He knows we're both here, but had refrained from acting or telling them about us until he noticed me attacking Della. Even then, he asked me to stop, and lied to them about the culprit, claiming that Reaper took care of him." She told a half lie in order to protect Reaper's involvement and their conspiracy, but the two of them agreed to use part of the truth from what happened to make Henry believe that Reaper is neutral.
"So he's not helping us, but he isn't against me…" Henry mused, the betrayed look in his eyes now gone.
"His main priority now is the continuation of Vanderquack's legacy from before meeting Rachel Beakley, by telling Webbigail his story and maybe influencing her to be more like Vanderquack."
He sighed. "To be more like my father's best friend and namesake before he turned traitor," Henry said bitterly. "Under normal circumstances I would accept that, but she was involved not only in my mother's imprisonment, but also Father's death, so I'm afraid I will have to deny Reaper that wish, despite how much that'll hurt the two of us."
Infiltrator winced, but also internally had a slight increase in delight. He was showing signs of remorse and sympathy, meaning that he wasn't at the point where his parents are yet, and that he could be dissuaded if Reaper and her played their cards right.
But Henry had moved on and walked over to a desk, with a pile of dossiers lying open, along with multiple blueprints, floor plans and recording devices. "In three nights, we'll make our move in St. Canard, and free Heron. Then we deal with the Duck family once and for all."
"Due to me being your guardian, I must state that so far, no-one. nor any scheme has been able to defeat the Duck family at all, even the more 'successful' plans only succeeding for a short period of time before falling apart. Therefore, I highly recommend letting this go. They are unaware of your existence. So, it might be beneficial just to break out Heron and live your life."
"NO!" he bellowed. "They… they killed Dad!" Henry grated out, as if that was all that mattered and all that needed to be said.
It would be an understatement to say that Henry was closer to his father than mother, even though he had spent as much time away from Henry as Heron. Moreover, it was Infiltrator who was pretty much Henry's full time guardian for most of his life. Yet there was still a special place for Steelbeak in his heart.
Infiltrator sighed, shaking her head in exasperation. She knew that he needed some way to reconcile with his dad's death, but seeking vengeance like this was not the way to go. Beforehand, he always listened and at least considered what she had to say, but not now.
Her thoughts were interrupted by several armed individuals entering the room, the lead one nodding to Henry. Infiltrator looked over them, successfully hiding her surprise at their entry. She immediately recognised some of the patches and gear on them to a nearby Mercenary Guild that F.O.W.L occasionally contracted for disposable muscle, the word 'disposable' used very lightly as more often than not, most if not all hired muscle survived the missions they were given. If they were here, and acknowledging Henry, it means he hired them out. She immediately checked Henry's bank account and found two hundred thousand dollars missing.
Dammit Henry, she thought to herself, both annoyed and disappointed over the fact that not only would the mission to solve things peacefully be much harder to achieve now, but also that Henry had spent most of the money both him and her had worked hard to earn for the both of them. No mistake, the mercenaries were very, very good, but two hundred thousand gone for vengeance. Not worth it at all. Vengeance is a very expensive trade.
Henry walked up to the lead mercenary. "Thanks for coming at such short notice."
"As long as the client pays up, I'll do absolutely anything in record time" the Mercenary stated, "My motto is 'do things fast and do it properly'. That's why I'm a professional." He looked over at Infiltrator. "I'm surprised you even think that you need us, considering you have that beauty of a death machine over there."
Infiltrator didn't know whether to be angry that he called her a death machine, or flattered that he also called her a beauty, in a respectful tone. She decided to go with flattery.
"She may be so, but she's more of a specialised operative, not really suited for front on combat." Henry explained. The Mercenary nodded at this. "Besides, She can't really blend in as a construction worker, can she?"
This time the Infiltrator couldn't hide her surprise. Construction workers? The talks between her and Henry never discussed construction workers. She clenched her fists as she started to suspect that he was hiding an entire plan from her. She really should have seen that coming, but then again, she taught Henry a lot in the ways of hiding information and plans. Under any other circumstance, that would be something to be proud of, just not now.
She instantly rounded onto Henry. "When were you going to tell me about this?"
He simply shrugged. "When the time was right. Remember what you taught me. Compartmentalization is key to a lot of operations."
Curse me and my thorough teachings! Reaper would have never paid attention to me! Infiltrator thought to herself.
Henry smirked before turned back to the mercenaries. "We'll begin in a week's time. Until then, set yourselves up. Contact me in two days."
A chorus of agreement was all that was said as the mercenaries walked out. Infiltrator saw Henry motion for her to be dismissed. She was quite annoyed, but still complied, walking off in the opposite direction. However. She activated the listening devices she had hidden around when she saw Henry pick up his phone and call someone.
She expected another scheme to be revealed, but she swelled up with hope and happiness when she heard the words: "Hey, Sally."
Infiltrator smirked as her "little brother" and prodigé ran his fingers through his messy auburn hair, obviously nervous, racking his brain for apologies. Infiltrator chuckled. Sally was the only person to possibly make him flustered. It was nice to see Henry not so serious and revenge seeking.
A sigh, followed by, "I know, I know. I'm so sorry, but I've been very… I'm so sorry for missing that, though I hope you received my package… wait, you didn't receive it?! DAMNIT! I'll get the postman for this! Yeah, you're right… thanks for understanding… listen, are you free tomorrow? I've been pretty absent and it's going to get even busier for me, but I have set aside a whole day for you. Great! I'll see you at 9:00am tomorrow… at the train station? Got it! I'll make it up to you! Love you!"
As Henry walked off with a smile, Infiltrator couldn't help but feel proud that Henry, though obsessed with hate and anger, was at least putting those feelings to the side for his fiancée.
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-Present Time-
Scrooge frowned as he processed what he just heard. "So that device is something you haven't seen before?"
"Correct," Infiltrator confirmed as her eye turned into a projector, showing a hologram of the device. Scrooge gasped as he saw it.
"That's a high level hypnosis device!"
"You've seen it before?" Reaper asked.
"Only the schematics, but the shape is unmistakable." Scrooge got up off his chair and walked up to the hologram. "A device capable of controlling an entire city in one go. The perfect tool for a super villain. One of my past adversaries was designing this, before I helped stop it. The only copy of the design was given to S.H.U.S.H for safekeeping."
"There are at least 20 moles in S.H.U.S.H," Infiltrator stated. "So it isn't hard to imagine how he got the design."
"This is bad, but moving now would only cause things to possibly get worse," Scrooge said. "I can instruct Gyro to develop a countermeasure to this, but I'll need you to find out what he plans to do with it" he instructed Infiltrator.
"You can count on it. I'll also continue trying to dissuade Henry from this course of action while I'm at it," Infiltrator said.
"And Reaper," Scrooge looked at the elder robot, "Look after Della, Donald, Webbigail, the triplets, Launchpad, Lena and Violet, please. I can't bear the thought of something happening to them."
Reaper nodded, "If I have to give up my life for them, I shall."
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Lena dreamed that she was in the Shadow Realm. It was dark and cold. There was nobody but her, and Lena longed for some human contact.
"Don't you ever feel like there's something… off about you?" Magica's voice taunted.
Lena tried to tell her off, but her voice wouldn't work.
"No matter how hard you fight it, they will always turn on you." Magica breathily whispered. "You're tired, come home to me…" she said in a low, angelic voice that made Lena want to oblige.
Lena closed her eyes, which didn't help much. Everything was pitch black. She shivered, and hugged her knees.
"We're physically linked! You me, same! Evil, etcetera!"
"NO! I'M NOTHING LIKE YOU!" Lena screamed.
"—AKE UP! Please Lena!" a sudden voice said.
Her eyes snapped open, and she found herself cuddled in Louie's warm embrace. He was holding her tightly, and he felt her tears soak his tank top.
"L-Louie?" her voice was hoarse.
She looked up at him and gently wiped away her tears with his thumb.
"I-I was in the S-Shadow Realm, and you guys weren't there to save me, a-and…" she hiccuped.
He gently shushed her. "It's okay. I'm here. Shhh…"
He knew the extent of how much trauma Magica had instilled inside of Lena—banishing her to the Shadow Realm on more than one occasion, the manipulation and abuse… he shuddered. No wonder Lena was terrified of the dark.
"Magica?" he guessed softly.
She sighed, leaning her head against his firm chest. "I just… I just want the pain to go away."
He listened intently as she began telling him stories of life in the shadow realm. How she was forced to watch everything from another world, how she yearned to be with her friends.
"Lena, I'm so so sorry… I didn't know the Shadow Realm—mmph!"
His was cut off when Lena's lips pressed against his. He fought back at first, wanting to first talk about her trauma, but her tongue was quick to conquer his mouth and all hope's of resisting soon melted away as his tongue began to play with hers. After a long intense make out their lip's separated for air as the both panted.
"Lena," Louie murmured as he freed his hand from her cupping her cheek softly.
After some intense kissing Louie flipped Lena over moving himself on top of her as she looked up with her beautiful dark purple eyes.
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I wanted some Lena angst, sorry not sorry :)
SPECIAL THANKS TO DALEK117 FOR WRITING 90% OF THIS CHAPTER. I'M SO SO SOOOOOOO PROUD OF YOU! You've come a long way, and I'll always be here if you need any help with your new story. Or if you just need an editor! :)) honestly can't wait for your story!
Here are my replies! :DDD
Guest: It means she's on her period XDDD don't get so excited :)
Guest: Regular Show characters, huh? I'll look into it :)
Guest: Oooh, I've been thinking of doing a proposal chapter between Heron and Steelbeak!
Yold Blig Blig: thank you. And I doubt this story will go until Christmas XDD
Flenners fanfics: I asked a bunch of my female friends to describe what it feels like, and it's the equivalent of getting hit in the dick apparently
Piplup lover 89: XDDD YESS! I USED THE NOSEBLEED ANIME GAG!
Boss Teal: Thank you for being the only one to ever understand my dorky references XD and idk dude. I wish I knew how it worked as well :)
Let's Dewey It: I won't forget youuuuu
creatura726: Yes, you are. LMAO, I'm kidding XDDDD. I'll read it as soon as I update this!
Caetlyn27: It definitely sounds wrong when you put it that way XDDD. It's like that one scene from ATLA where Aang's like, "I mean, if it were a choice between kissing you and dying," XD. The parts where you get so triggered is so heartwarming :DD Yeah, it was hard for me to write the beginning of this chapter, so I had to lighten it up somehow. I WISH I COULD UNDERSTAND A WOMAN'S PERIOD AS WEIRD AS THAT SOUNDS. I'm curious as to what it feels like, though I've been told it doesn't feel pleasant. And if you love Fury so far, be sure to read riverajocabed1's fic, Heroic. I don't know if you have yet, but it's essentially the same idea, only hers it set in the past and (of course) our plots are nowhere close to one another :)
Guest: Henry… hmm. I think he's gonna bust his mom out of prison before he does anything directly to the McDuck family :)
Guest12: Honestly, it's an interesting idea, but Dewey and Webby have a lot of history, and they've already been fighting. Also Henry's engaged. So, unless he's a master manipulator, Henry's not going to interfere with their relationship unless it benefits him. But, I haven't even written his arc yet, so we'll see :)
Guest176: Evil Webby… hmm. I've always thought of Evil Louie, but never Webby. We'll see :)
LeDuCkGoOse: nah, it's not weird, you and a few other people suddenly see Henry and Webby as a thing. And maybe I will, maybe I won't :))) it all depends on who Henry is as a person
MAmanLouie: Really? I love the Debbigail ship, I feel like they're perfect for one another. And that's a really interesting concept! I can see what I can do with it, and who knows? Maybe we'll have a moment between those two
riverajocabed1: I love you too, and don't worry ma reine, it managed me to make me feel uncomfortable while writing it. How could we not like the idea of double the boobs?! I'm kidding, I sound shallow and dumb. Don't be afraid of guys XD. Oh man, that sounds horrible. Why did I feel the sudden urge to come cuddle you until you felt better? And I nearly fainted at the whole appendix thing. I know women have to change their pad or tampon, but I can't imagine how many times she had to change while on her… "appendix explosion" before realizing it. I love Violet and Louie too, they need more time on screen. Yeah, it was hard for me to write the whole Beakley segment, but it had to be done. Yeah, I'm starting to doubt if Beakley's her grandmother too. When Beakley kisses Webby's forehead at the end of The Lost Harp of Mervana, she says, "I'm your grandmother dear. I have no secrets from here on…", to which the harp replies, "She's fibbing, fibbing, fibbing…". Was Beakley lying about the fact that she isn't Webby's grandmother, or the fact that she wasn't going to keep secrets? It's a head scratcher, and part of me hopes she is Webby's real granny. Webby would be crushed if she wasn't. I mean, McDuck Manor is the safest place in Duckburg? I need more of Ms. Beakley's backstory! For them, a centimetre is a huge deal. If "fictional us" has a child, of course I'm paying child support! As if you weren't involved in our night of passion! It takes two to tango, and we were both obviously in a mood while conceiving our 'maybe baby'! Quit making me blush! Damn it, you're fucking adorable while ranting about your birds! And I'm sorry?! They carved things into his skin? I'm not jealous (dies inside), and I just can't help but feel protective and angry. Grown men tried to ask for your hand in marriage! That's not okay. But as long as you have people watching over you, I'll be okay. And I'm glad you're eating. And no, you're right. Frozen is Norwegian.
AJ: Jesus, man! These get steamier and steamier by the second XDDD
dalek117: same, my respect for women and their pain tolerance has gone through the roof
Guest: XDDD songs aren't really my thing. Y'know me, sex and drugs and cigs and alcohol. Singalongs are more of Jocabed's turf, in fact, she has a few musicals in her fic Don't Back Down Again, so you'll probably find what you're looking for over there :)
RANDOM: Nerp, there's nothing wrong with you! AND HOLY SHIT, THAT NEW CHAPTER WAS FUCKING AMAZINGGGG! I loveeeeee how you incorporated her theatre-ness into all this, you even got the Christian girl nickname XDDDDDDDDD. And shit man, the angst in this is uncanny. My dad's fucking psycho. Beautifully written, can't wait for the next one. And she loves musicals, she'd definitely be down for that :)
dewdrop: DAMN IT MAN, THIS ISN'T 50 SHADES OF GREY! BUT I WILL BEGRUDGINGLY ADMIT THAT IT WAS WELL WRITTEN!
Guest: Yeah, I probably should XD
RANDOM: Noooooo, I don't want you to leave! But, if it makes you more comfortable to be with Jocabed, then be my guest. You will be missed though! And it will be a little more difficult because she updates once a week whereas I update once every other day (usually), so I have to wait for YOUR updates even longer because you don't post until the author posts a new chapter! And honestly, I'm not who'd use the fucking whip XD. I know she's not into harm of any kind, so probably none of us would ever use a whip XDD. I hope you'll stay here, or just work in both stories, whatever's more convenient for you *crosses fingers*
—Jordan :)