Before we set off this new chapter, Thank you SO much MetroidMan101 for commenting, your fics are great to read and it felt like I was meeting a famous person when you commented. Anyway, I fixed the mistake in the prologue of Ninten's mom being George's and Maria's daughter, they're her grandparents.

Without further ado, I give you Mother! Enjoy!

Ninten woke up greeted by sunlight piercing his eyes. He was at least thankful Mick wasn't assaulting him with his tongue and got out of bed. Today was a Friday, and he was happy that after today, he would watch tv, play Nintendo and Sega, and eat nothing but junk food for two days. Well, until his mom made him actually eat something healthy. Rising out of bed, he put on his signature cap, blue, red, and white striped shirt, a brown bandanna from his brief Boy Scout phase, and shorts that reached down to his knees.

"Hey mom," he cried when he noticed something. The fact that he heard nothing. Usually, everyone was up and about during Friday mornings, but today he could hear absolutely nothing. "Are you-" he stopped short as his hand gripped the doorknob. His heart was beating at an alarming rate and he didn't know why. Adrenaline was already pumping through his system and some invisible force was causing it.

Without a word, Ninten dove away from the door as a blue blur hit it, cracking the wood.

"Holy smokes!" he cried, picking himself off the floor. The blur floated away from the door, and Ninten got a full look at the thing.

It was a lamp.

"What." he said, before the inanimate annoyance flew towards his face, sending him back to the floor. Blood trickled from his nose as he could feel anger rise in his chest. It only increased when the glassy base of the lamp contorted and stretched, like Freddy Kruger peeking in on Tina Gray until it finally settled on a cackling smile and deep black eyes.

"I don't know what's going on here, but I know something like this only happens in comics and movies!" Ninten muttered. The lamp let out a chuckle as it appeared to be about to zoom at Ninten once more.

"And my mom never let me see Creepshow!" Ninten ducked as the lamp smashed into his dresser and snatched his bat next to his bed. The lamp floated up again but was greeted by wood as Ninten smashed the object adversary into the ground as it shattered, pieces going everywhere leaving no evidence of the foe except pieces.

"That...was...epic." Ninten smiled, before coughing fiercely. He took a hit off his inhaler and that seemed to settle him. That is, until two shrill screams broke out from across the hall. Screams he all knew too well.

"Mimmie, Minnie!" he threw open the door and rushed across the hall, filled with vigor he had never felt before. He paused before opening the door to see his sisters, huddled and peeking out of blankets on their bunk bed as another laughing lamp terrorized their room.

"Ninten, get mom! There's a poltergeist in the house!" Mimmie yelled. Minnie loudly sobbed.

"For once, I'm happy I showed you Dad's Tales from the Crypt comics. How do I stop a poltergeist!" he exclaimed as he tried to smack the lamp down, but it floated over his head and stuck its tongue out at him

"Call the Ghostbusters!" Ninten forced himself not to glare at Mimmie. Glaring back at the lamp, this new lamp cackling manically.

He stood defiantly, standing his legs apart as the lamp flew down to divebomb him. He stepped back, flinging his bat at the occurrence. The lamp easily broke apart, the sinister face disappearing The chaos finally stopped. Ninten retrieved his bat, looking at his little sisters to make sure they were okay.

"All right, we need to find mom, and get-"

"I Love You!" he stopped dead in his tracks and carefully turned around. Mimmie's baby doll, floated at eye level to him, arms slack and head tilted. A deep shiver went down Ninten's spine as the doll's eyes bore down on him blankly.

"Let's Play Forever...FRIEND." The doll stretched its hands and flew towards Ninten's neck. He dodged at the last second as the doll hit the wall. Its head did a 180 and stared at him. Its eyes, no longer having painted on big eyes, but black eyes that seemed to go on forever.

"I Don't Want Playtime To Be Over." the doll once again flew towards him, but got smacked to the floor with Ninten's bat. It, however, was more durable than the lamp. Its tough plastic absorbed the bash, and it merely popped its body back into place. Ninten recoiled in a panic.

"Don't play Rough, Please" The doll slowly floated to Ninten, him already having tears streaming down his face.

"Please, don't hurt me." the doll seemed to stop, motionless as Ninten brought back up his bat.

"I no hurt, I only play." The doll floated in the air, hovering in front of Ninten like a ghost.

"You do hurt. You hurt my sister's." He pointed to Mimmie and Minnie. Mimmie was clutching her wrist, where the faint push of a tiny hand was shown.

"I...hurt friend? But, I was told it was pretend, I was told it was fun." Ninten finally dried his tears and leveled the bat at the baby doll.

"Well, one thing's for sure, off-brand Barbie. It wasn't fun. And now, Get. Out. Of. My. HOUSE!" Ninten swung the bat as if he had just hit the world-time record for a swing. The doll flew against a table, almost severing its head until it flipped onto the table in a sitting position. Its inky black eyes returned to normal painted ones, and the doll went quiet once more.

The atmosphere in the room finally lifted as Mimmie climbed out of her bed and Minnie slithered out of hers, still crying.

"Did that just happen?" Mimmie asked her brother. He shrugged and assessed the damage. Broken lamp, traumatized children, and possibly an evil doll.

"Yup, it's not even 10:00 and I already feel tired." He scooped up the broken lamp and shoved them in the waste bin. He hesitantly looked at the doll, the same shiver coming back.

"You find if I trash that doll?"

"Be my guest, big bro." Mimmie shuddered. Ninten nodded and reached towards the doll. Picking it up, he noticed a small, barely noticeable latch on the doll. He fingered it open to find a music box, carefully tucked far in. He reached his pinkie in for it before suddenly he was hit with butterflies in his stomach. The music box suddenly turned on, playing a melody Ninten had never heard before. Yet somehow, words traveled across his mind, telling him of a verse that went along with it.

"Take a melody…" the melody stopped, and he realized he had said the verse out loud. He quickly dropped the doll back on the desk, content with it there.

"EEEEKKKK!" Yet another scream emanated from downstairs, and the kids knew who it came from.

"MOM!" They all bolted downstairs, Ninten rushing ahead of his sisters and waving his bat. It wasn't needed, however, as Ninten's mom stood over yet another lamp, albeit shattered and broken, with a chair cast above her head like a sword.

Mimmie was the first to announce themselves. "Uhh, Mom?" Her eyes snapped to them but softened when she realized they weren't more enemy appliances.

"Kids! I'm so glad that you're safe!" She squeezed them all into a huge and gave them all kisses on the forehead.

"Mom," Ninten spoke, "I don't want to sound crazy, but lamps just came to life and I had to smash a doll with my bat."

"Oh, honey, I think we all went crazy. The lamp down here began to fly around and laugh. I had to take it out with that chair. Such a shame, that lamp was a gift from my mother."

Ninten silently stared at the remains of the lamp, his heartbeat settling down to a fair pace.

"I'm calling dad." He announced. The ladies all agreed it would be best.

"Come on, pick up…" Ninten tapped his foot impatiently before a click.

"Hello? Son?" Ninten silently cheered. His dad was always someplace else for work. He only got to see him 2 times a month, and he would always bring back trinkets and food from around the world. He once brought him a popular curry dish from Chommo. He was stuck in the bathroom till' midnight. No regrets.

"Dad, thank god I was able to call you. I think-"

"Wait, shouldn't you be in school by now? It's 9:30. Ninten, don't tell me you're trying the thermometer trick again-"

"What? No! Listen, I think the house might be haunted. You see-" Ninten told his father all about the attack of the lamps, with his sisters and mother chiming in as witnesses. He also told him of the strange experience with the doll, including the strange melody, making sure to whisper so as to not let his mother or sisters know. Even that was a little too weird to announce to everybody.

"-And then before I knew it, I had said it out loud, even though I didn't mean to." His father was quiet for a moment. Ninten feared the verdict he would be given. What if his own father called him a quack and had him thrown into a mental asylum?

"...Kid, I don't want to scare you but...I think you might be onto something big here."

"What, what do you mean?"

"I searched through the newspaper and some online websites about strange happenings. Son, there are reports of evil robots, strange creatures, and even animals going berserk, all within the past few weeks. And it's all around the world too, Foggyland and Chommo have similar reports, albeit not as large."

"Dad, what are you saying?"

"What I'm saying, is that something's happening. And along with that song you heard, I think you're some kind of… hero." Ninten realized he was holding his breath. He breathed out.

"A hero?! What, like Link, He-Man? Get real, dad, and stop making jokes. We need to hop on a flight somewhere and-"

"Son, I know this is hard for you to believe."

"Of course it is! I'm not some chosen one. I don't even have superpowers...at least I don't think."

"What do you mean by that?" Ninten sighed and told his father about him hearing voices when it seemed people weren't talking. He sounded like an insane person, but his father seemed to be intently listening.

"Telepathy...impossible…"

"Dad? Speak to me. Please don't tell me I'm crazy, I don't want to get sent to some reform school."

"No, no, no. Nothing like that. Listen, go find the key to the basement. It's hidden inside Mick's collar. You'll find something that'll explain all this. Call me back when you get the chance." Ninten rushed to say something, but the click of the phone indicated a halt in conversation.

"Now I'm really losing my marbles."

'Hey, chin up, kid.' a scruffy yet high-pitched voice suddenly made its way to Ninten he turned around to see nobody but Mick sitting and tilting his head.

"Don't tell me…"

'Why ya' looking down, sport? Need some canine cuddles?' The dog stood on his hind legs and almost seemed to hug Ninten. He pushed Mick off and buried his face in his hands.

"This is the wooooorst!"

'Oh come on, that was my best work. Boy, I wish I could give you a piece of my mind.'

"Mick, I can hear everything you say, boy."

'Wait, what?'

"I have Telepathy or something. Apparently, I can listen to people's thoughts. I guess that extends to animals too."

'Oh boy, this is great. We can have deep meaningful conversations, like what a dog's life is like, how you can finally get this itch on my ear, and can you get my ball, it's stuck under the couch.' Ninten couldn't help but let out a chuckle. Maybe this wasn't so bad after all if he got to talk to his pet.

"Let me see your collar, It has a key in it."

'Oh, that? Sure, go for it. Pops put it on and told me never to show it, but it's been chafing me terribly for the past months. Does this rash look infected to you? Lick, lick, lick.'

Ninten turned over Mick's collar and found the key in a compartment barely noticeable.

"Mom, I'm going down into the basement. Dad told me I need to look for something." he called out. She had been carefully cleaning up the aftermath of the lamp event, the twins helping her.

"Alright, but watch your step, those stairs are probably weak." He nodded and unlocked the door, and swung the door open.

Darkness greeted him as he descended into the depths of the basement, shooing away rats and spitting out cobwebs. His journey came to an end when he finally hit a desk and turned on a lamp. Laid out were a stale piece of bread, his old plastic bat, and a diary. He opened it, and written on the first page down in the corner, was the name of Ninten's Great-Grandfather, George Doe.

Ninten had always been told George was a crackpot by his grandmother before she passed, stating he snapped one day and holed himself in the house. But besides all that, he still wanted to learn more about him. He turned the page to the first entry.

"Day 1 since return. I left Maria behind. No matter how many times I tried to convince her, she insisted on staying to take care of that monster. She was gone. I managed to steal their files, their powers, maybe. It's all here on this strange device, but I managed to crack the code and translate it. PSI, they call it. There is also mention of a PK. No matter how many times I spend on this thing, my mind always drifts back to her. I wish she had come with me, I tried to convince her. But it was no use. And although I hate to admit it, sometimes my mind would even conjure up images of Gi-" Ninten read aloud. The page cut off. Maria. That name spoke with him.

He pulled out his wallet and pulled out a black and white picture. It was a photo of a smiling woman, half of the photo looked as if it was ripped apart.

"Great-Grandma Maria was left behind?" he whispered to himself. His grandmother had told him his great-grandmother had left George when he devolved into madness and ran off with his boss. Now he wasn't so sure anything was true, but the diary did sound like it came from the inner workings of a crazed man.

Most of the pages were missing. Some were unintelligible. He was able to find one that was legible, reading it out loud to himself;

"2 years since my return. I've done it. I have cracked the code of these Psychic powers. The townsfolk have labeled me as a lunatic, but I don't care. I was able to glimpse the future. I have a great-grandson, and he looks just like me. I must begin work immediately on Project ADAM & EVE. They will surely want me gone." He flipped through a couple of ripped pages before he came to the two final pages.

"...the one who lost the tail. The forgotten one...the ship that sails…" The riddle was lost on Ninten. He flipped to the final page. The writing was sloppy and messy, and it seemed it was written while running.

"They found me. EVE is in a safe location, but they took ADAM. I don't know why. This may be my final entry. My great-grandson, if you are reading this, I'm sorry. I was selfish. This was all my fault. God, forgive my selfish actions. Maria, I promise when I meet you I will make up for it. THEY'RE HERE. DON'T LET THEM REACH-" streaks of a pen had been scribbled all over the page. Ninten closed the book and held it in his hand. It weighed almost a thousand pounds. He dropped it, rushed upstairs, dialed his dad's number, and waited.

"Ninten?"

"I think I found it."

"So, you found the journal."

"Yeah, and, I don't know how to feel about it. What if it was just some ramblings from an old man? Grandma told me he died from a heart attack because he was old. And crazy! This makes it sound like he was abducted by little green men!"

"...Search your heart, Ninten. What do you believe?" Ninten froze. Then he sighed. Of course, his father would say a cheesy line like that, he was a huge cinema buff. But still, he closed his eyes. The only thing he could hear was his own heart. He looked. And felt. And searched until he finally got his conclusion.

"I think you're right."

"It's fine son. I can call the police. This will all be figured-"

"No dad, you're right. About before. I think this is my duty. It was Great-Grandpa George's that seemed to cause this thing, whatever it was. I have to stop it." I have these powers, you said it yourself, I have to do this!"

"Son, you don't have to do anything!"

"I know. That's because I should." The silence that followed was painful. Ninten had never felt like this before. He was almost smiling.

"...I'm proud of you son. I love you. Be sure to call your old man while you're out saving the world, kay?" Ninten finally dropped his nerves and broke into a grin.

"Kay dad, thank you."

"Good luck son. Wait, before you hang up…"

"Yeah, dad?"

Suddenly, his stomach was filled with butterflies again. His dad spoke in a clear, monotone voice. It almost didn't sound like him. And for the first time in his life, Ninten felt truly scared.

"This is just the Beginning."