Please read my Monty Python and the Holy Grail fanfic, The Ride of Deveire. I will not update it until I get at least five reviews. -Ahem- Enough of my self-advertising.
"No, Blaise," Libby said, rolling her eyes as she stood in front of her mirror, fixing her hair, "Dad rarely—if ever—comes out of this factory. I severely doubt he'll come to see my play."
Blaise frowned and crossed his arms. "But…he's your father."
Libby looked at him, holding a clip in her hand. "And I'm his daughter." She looked back into the mirror. "Besides, you two parasites spooked him half yesterday."
"That was so not our faults."
Libby scoffed. "Right. Some alien came in your brain and told you to say that."
"You never know!"
Down at the other end of the hall, Willy sat on the bed in the Candymaster bedroom, ruffling his own long hair and thinking deeply. "Lovely's play is tonight…."
"Then perhaps you should get dressed…."
Willy frowned and looked down at his pajamas. "Maybe I don't want to."
A raven-haired woman leaned towards him over the bed, one eyebrow raised. "Are you going to her play?"
"I want to…."
"You're not going in that."
Willy scowled and threw the bed covers aside. "Says you. You're wearing pajamas, you know."
"I've been wearing these for fourteen years."
Willy went over to the wardrobe in the far corner of the room (the wardrobe, he noticed while waking up one morning a while ago, seemed as if it was holding the ceiling up) and opened it. "No you haven't." He looked over his shoulder at her. "Not consecutively, anyway." He jumped when he saw her crying.
"Willy," she said through quiet tears, "I can't handle this anymore…I'm dying without seeing them…."
Willy walked quickly over to her, gathering her in his arms. He kissed the top of her head and rubbed her back. "You'll see them soon, I promise you. Come to Lovely's play with me."
"Please, Willy…if I don't, I'll die…I haven't seen the outside of this factory in almost eleven years…."
Willy closed his eyes and held her closer. "I think it's about time they knew…."
The woman buried her face in his chest and sobbed. "I'm losing my mind, Willy…I can't stay here anymore!"
Willy opened his eyes and looked at her, holding her arms-length away from him. "I'm going to get you out…I never meant…to keep you cramped up in here…for as long as you were, Lilly…."
Lilly looked at him, dark circles under her eyes and biting her lip, tears streaming freely down her pale cheeks. "I…."
"Look what I've done to you," Willy whispered half to himself. "I've been so selfish…."
Suddenly, there was a knock at the bedroom door.
"Dad?"
Willy looked at Lilly quickly, but she was already making her way towards the wardrobe. Willy grabbed her by the shoulders, turned her so her back was to the door, and proceeded to kiss her deeply.
The door opened, and Libby froze as if someone had shot her, staring at what was in front of her.
Willy looked up, acting startled. "L-Lovely…."
But Libby had slammed the door in horror, stunned beyond comprehension.
Willy looked at Lilly. "How was that for a start?"
"Go after her!" Lilly demanded, pushing Willy towards the door.
OOH SNAP DAWG! -giggle-