Quaxo's Secret Tale

By: Brittglamorra
Part 2

A dark secret invaded one Jellicle tom's dreams that night. He could see himself, standing behind the cat-bar near some old abandoned warehouses. He was tipsy, and the edges of his vision blurred. A striped orange and black she-cat with a calico striped tail smiled seductively at him, trailing her paws down his chest. Something deep inside told him no but the strong influence of the fiery scotch muddled and overrode his reason and sense. He grinned back at the she-cat and rubbed against her flirtatiously. He felt as though Tugger would have been proud. He pressed his lips heatedly against hers and backed her into the counter, falling upon her. She stared up at him through seductive silver eyes. Then that part of the memory-dream drifted away. He was left his head screaming at him.

No! I have a mate! I am a good and loyal cat! How could I?! His head seemed to wail at him. He flattened his ears and cringed, but was whisked away as another part of the dream took hold of him…and oh how he hated himself for it. That same queen from that fateful night slunk among the shadows a few months later. This tom was the only one on watch that evening and he blinked as she lingered in the shadows.

"You? Kaelanaba?" His voice was a quiet whisper. "I'm sorry but I already told you that night was a mistake. I have a mate, and she is pregnant with our first kits now." He whispered. The she-cat's silver eyes glowed among the shadows, but she hesitated.

"I know. I am sorry. I was clearly not thinking straight that night either…but…but….I have to tell you something." She meowed. The tom blinked at her.

"What is it?" He asked with cautious confusion. Kael took a deep breath and emerged from the shadows. The tom stiffened and took a step back. The black and ginger she-cat held two small kittens and set them at her paws. He blinked.

"No…" He breathed. But the kits had his thick build, and the unique shape of his head, as well as his long slender tail, while their mother's tail was thick and scruffy.

"I'm so sorry. Can you please take them?" She asked. "I cannot take care of kits." The tom's eyes hardened and he backed a pace away.

"No. Leave now. Take them away right now. There is no place for them here." He whispered, voice raw with grief. The cat behind him took a breath sharply, and a tear fell to the dirt. He glanced back once more. He would never forget those kits…two small identical twins, two striped calico tabbies. The smaller one peeled open pale silvery-green eyes and stared blearily at him. He would never forget the she-cats words as she vanished either.

"I'm sorry you feel that way. They will never know their father. At least name them, and then I will leave." She meowed in a taunt voice. He stood there, stiff as a board for a very long time, and she thought he would not answer…but after a few moments he looked over his shoulder once more, his voice was a soft growl.

"Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer."

… =^.^=

The fateful morning of Quaxo's revealed secret near three moons later, dawned in red flames. The young tuxedo tom woke and padded out of Munk and Tugger's den, ears flat. Something seemed to spark in the air that morning, and he could feel it. It was sinister and cunning. Only one cat was up, her brown and golden fur glowing in the red dawn. Quaxo padded over to her.

"Good morning Demeter." He meowed. She turned to greet him and her eyes widened.

"Why Quaxo! Your fur is a red as flames." She meowed. Indeed the red sunrise ignited his pelt, and the bright shine rippled like a flame. He grinned.

"Wow." He blinked up at the older queen. "Weird." He meowed. She nodded with a smile. Quaxo suddenly bristled and looked around as the impending sense of dread stole over him. He gazed about the quiet junkyard cuttingly.

"Whatever is the matter?" Demeter asked. Quaxo growled.

"Something feels wrong." He meowed. The golden and brown queen nodded.

"Yes…I do feel it too." She meowed darkly. "Though I feel it in a different way. I can smell him." She meowed. Quaxo blinked in confusion.

"Smell who? I can just feel something menacing, something wrong." He meowed. Demeter grimaced.

"Macavity." She murmured. Quaxo stiffened and looked around.

"Here? Right now?" He asked. She nodded, and cast her eyes around. Quaxo observed her.

"You seem to have had a bad experience with him." He murmured. Demeter flinched.

"I have." Was all she said. She did not elaborate, and Quaxo did not ask.

As the day wore on the two sat on the tire all day. The rest of the Jellicals seemed not to notice anything odd…anything malicious, but they glanced at the two cats with confusion and worry now and then. Munk stopped once and asked what was wrong.

"Nothing." Demeter said. "Shouldn't you be patrolling?" She added pointedly. Munk blinked a bit taken aback and took a step back. His face was blank but Quaxo could feel the sadness pour off him in waves. Munk turned and trotted away and Quaxo blinked at Demeter.

"Why must you break my brother's heart?" The young tom murmured. Demeter blinked in surprise, obviously confused.

"What do you mean?" She asked.

"Can you not see it Deme?" He asked. She only stared at him in confusion. He rolled his eyes. "Munk loves you! It's so obvious." He meowed. She blinked, and stared at her paws for a long time. Quaxo could read different emotions radiating off her. Confusion, sadness, relief, hope, and even love.

"I love him too." She murmured. Quaxo nodded.

"So why are you playing with his heart?" He asked. She sighed.

"I don't mean too…It's just his brother…errr...never mind." She meowed. Quaxo sighed, about to say more when there was a blinding flash and a crack like thunder, over the tire. Demeter and Quaxo bristled, thrown away from the tire by and invisible force... Even before they hit the ground there were low hisses throughout the clearing.

"Macavity!"

For the first time Quaxo landed and spun on the spot, to face the Fiend, but Demeter tumbled and fell. His fur bristled as electricity crackled through him…he did not understand what was happening, but he completely froze when he looked up at the tall ginger tom, that stood where he and Demeter had only seconds before. His eyes were icy blue, and some memory stirred deep within, but he could not grasp it…perhaps he had seen this cat before, maybe it was the way the Jellicals described him, but Quaxo recognized this cat…And it left chills running through him from ears to tail tip…

The huge ginger tom did not even glance at Quaxo at first, but looked around the Jellicals.

"I come for Munkustrap!" He snarled. Quaxo was both relived and fearful that Munk had left for patrol.

"You cannot have him!" Spat a female voice. Demeter had risen and spoken. As soon as those surprisingly fiery ice-blue eyes landed on her, they chilled. His eyes narrowed and he blinked.

"Ah Demeter..." He crooned. He leaped down and brushed her chin with uncharacteristic gentleness with his long erratic tail. The toms scent was strange. He smelled of whiskey and many cats, but the scent of blood also clung to his fur…and beneath all that there was a sweet appealing scent…something that drew queens into his bed at night, and toms to his army. Quaxo took a pace back, eyes wide…his scent was familiar. "If you want so badly to save my useless brother than perhaps you could go in his place." Macavity growled smoothly, his eyes dark and hungry for her. Quaxo was confused. There was more to the story of Macavity than he had been told. Demeter dipped her head submissively.

"I will go with you." She whispered. Macavity smiled, his face close to hers, and a darkness in his eyes… Before he even knew what was happening Quaxo leaped in front of her, and shoved the huge ginger tom away. Macavity stumbled but regained his footing quickly.

"No!" He snarled in fury. Strange shocks went through him again and he shook his head, glaring at the ginger tom. Macavity's eyes were momentarily filled with rage, as they shot to Quaxo, but then they narrowed considerably and then they widened, cold amusement lighting in them.

"You! I thought I left you for dead!" He growled with mild curiosity. His sweet whiskey breath billowed in the young toms face despite their proximity. Quaxo snarled. Murmurs went through the crowd and the black tom blinked, narrowing his bright green eyes.

"I don't know you! I have lived here my entire life." He snarled.

"Oh but you haven't…I would not expect you to remember either. I had trekked for hours looking for your filthy run-away mother, and when I found her she was dead, and so where the other two kittens…but you. You were barely alive. I left you in the street in the storm, and I never came back. I assumed you died runt." The ginger tom growled. Memories rushed back on Quaxo all at once and he felt as though he'd been struck hard in the face.

He could see nothing but darkness. There was warmth, and then suddenly there was cold…He had mewled, and something rasped gently over his fur…warmth slowly returned to him, and then the smell of milk. He had pressed close to the warm, suckling greedily, drawn by the warmth, the creamy scent of milk, and as he pressed close he could feel a mighty heartbeat against his body, that slowly died out. He heard strange sounds, and then there was cold again. He felt weightless and there was air beneath his body, and light pain in his scruff. Then there was cold ground. It startled him and he opened his eyes…everything was blurry, dark, a blur of orange and red, and those eyes. Icy blue, with cold contempt and frustration. Those eyes haunted him…then the cat said something.

"If you survive kid, you deserve to live."

Then the blur and eyes vanished, stealing away with any remaining warmth. The kit desperately tried to follow but he was too small. He wailed in desperate hunger and fear, but his cries were unanswered. He saw that ginger cats tail-end as he walked away when there was a bright flash in the sky. Then came a loud crash, and rain poured down. Cold and wet both clawed to his very bones…the darkness was closing in once more. And then there was a familiar voice, warmth again. A new scent. Whatever it was lifted him and carried him somewhere…warmth, voices, milk, a gentle tongue…

Quaxo stumbled a tiny bit back as he snapped out of it. He stared furiously up at the cat.

"You lie!" He wailed in fury. The ginger tom smirked.

"Foolish kit. I do no such thing. I did not need you. You were useless, and I was not about to waste my time trying to raise a son I never wanted in the first place…" He paused as Quaxo's eyes widened. The fiends eyes lit with a new sadistic mirth. "That's right kit! I am your father!" Gasps rang out through the clearing and Quaxo snarled in fury.

"Liar!" He yowled…something strange happened then…electricity raced through his body, and Quaxo noticed Tantomile and Coricopat off to one side, blink, eyes widening in sync, then backing away a pace.

"It is time." He heard them say to one another…only their lips never moved…he heard it in their heads! And he soon understood why. A bolt of blue lightning shot from his body and hit the big ginger tom square in the chest. Cats gasped as the huge cat stumbled and fell. He glared up at the Jellicals, and the tux with fire. Quaxo snarled, a new confidence found and bound towards the ice-eyed tom cat. Macavity snarled, hatred filling him, and vanished into the darkening evening without a trace. A collective whisper echoed throughout the clearing.

"Macavity's not there."

Quaxo crouched panting heavily in front of Demeter. She stared at him with wide eyes and the rest of the cats broke into nervous whispers. It was Teazer who padded forwards and touched her nose to his ear.

"Calm down. He is gone." She whispered to him. He looked up at her with wide eyes. She smiled sadly.

"Even if it is true you are not like him Quaxo…You are good." She murmured as if she'd read his tumultuous mind. Quaxo nodded once.

"Thanks," he murmured. Suddenly he broke off as Munk rushed into the clearing. Tugger, Alonzo, Admetus, and Skimble were hard on his paws. Munk ran straight for Demeter.

"What happened?" The silver tabby protector asked. Another senior tom who had been in the camp appeared. It was Asparagus Jr. He blinked.

"Munk. Macavity attacked…he wanted you but Demeter refused, and he offered to take her instead of you. She accepted and Quaxo pushed Macavity away and moved in front of her. Macavity was mad at first but then seemed to recognize Quaxo. He said he had left him on the street when he was a kit hoping he would die, then…and then…" Asparagus paused, and stared hard at the ground. Munk blinked and narrowed his eyes.

"And then what?" He demanded, but gently. Asparagus met his gaze.

"And then he…he…he told Quaxo that he was his father…Quaxo attacked him with…with magic, and Macavity was hurt…he fled…Quaxo saved Demeter." He murmured. Munk froze and turned staring at Quaxo with wide eyes.

"Quaxo is this true?" He asked. Quaxo nodded, unusually subdued. But then he bristled, baring his teeth.

"I don't believe him! I can't be that monsters kit!" He growled, trembling. Tugger rushed towards Quaxo and pressed against him.

"Quaxo cannot be our poor excuse of a brother's kit! I don't believe it either!" He growled.

"There is one way we can find out." Came a deep and unfamiliar voice. A large black tom, very old looking stood in the camp entrance, his fur ragged, and scars from many battles marring his fur. His eyes were haunted.

"My daughter was mates with Macavity when he captured her." He growled darkly. "Cori and Tanto can tell if Quaxo and I are kin. Then you will all know if Macavity and my daughter are his parents." The old tom growled. There was a collective gasp and cats dipped their heads respectably.

"Brutimateous." Came the whisper throughout the tribe. Munk spoke.

"Likiaknatora left with him when he was banished. How do you know she did not want to be there?" He asked reasonably.

"Because. I saw her again when she was trying to escape." He meowed. Munk left it at that.

"So you believe Likia is Quaxo's mother?" He asked instead. The old tom nodded. Tanto and Cori padded up, movements in perfect sync. Bruti stepped close to Quaxo and halted staring at the kit.

"He looks just like her." He murmured. Tanto touched her nose to Quaxo's forehead and Cori to Bruti's. They then twined their own tails together and froze for a long time. Then they spoke in unison, stepping back.

"It is true. Likia is his mother. Munk. Your turn. You will determine if Macavity is his father."

Munku padded up and halted in front of Quaxo. Tanto and Cori repeated their process then stepped back, eyes grim.

"It is true." They meowed. Quaxo winced and his gaze fell angry and conflicted to his paws. The mystic twins had not finished though.

"Quaxo has powers though. He has inherited his father's magic, and it is more powerful than anything we have ever felt before…perhaps even more-so than Macavity's." They meowed. The clearing fell dead silent. Quaxo blinked then his eyes widened.

"The day I fell asleep and Everlasting Cat told me my name, she told me something else…She told me that I had a second, second name." He meowed.

"And what was this other name?" Munk asked. Quaxo frowned.

"She told me I was also called…Magical Mr. Mistoffelees." He meowed quietly. A shock ran through the tribe as they suddenly realized it was true…As he spoke his other second name there was a brilliant blue flash.

Quaxo was changing…his white paws and socks vanished, and his tail tip…he became completely black except for his white face and chest…And his fur sparkled and glowed. His green eyes widened and they took on a purple tinge. He blinked and a collar appeared on his neck. Purple studded with golden stars and the tag was a crescent moon. The blue glow faded and before the cats stood a young handsome tom, not unlike Quaxo, and his fur seemed to sparkle with stars. There were collective gasps among the tribe cats and Mistoffelees stood before them.

Tugger was staring at him with wide eyes.

"Good looks must run on dad's side of the family." He murmured. Quaxo, or Mistoffelees rather, turned and stared at him with amusement.

"Was that a compliment Tummy? From the great Rum Tum Tugger, heartthrob?" He questioned. Tugger snorted indignantly as the tribe cats began to laugh. With another flash Quaxo was himself once more, a small tux cat. He looked the same height and weight though. "Did I just grow up permanently?" He questioned in a deeper voice. Tugger nodded.

After the initial shock wore off, the clan broke up and began going about their business. Skimble hesitated a moment near Quaxo then turned and padded off into the junk piles. Only Teazer, Deme, Tugger, Munk, Cori, and Tanto remained. The mystic twins blinked in sync.

"Mistoffelees. We will train you to control your powers as best as we can, but there are some things we cannot teach you, as we are not full magic's. We are mystics." The meowed. Quaxo nodded, and the two padded away into the garbage, paws perfectly in step. Tugger blinked at the kit, his heart pounding.

"You will not leave now that you know…will you?" Tugger asked. Quaxo noticeably glared at him.

"Leave? And do what? Go hide away from the world with that cowardice scum?!" He snarled. Tugger flinched and Quaxo's green eyes softened.

"Of course I won't leave Tugger. Just because I found out that that rubbish is my blood father, does not mean he is my father…If I have a father at all that would be you Tugger." Quaxo said softly. The big golden spotted main-coon cat stared down at him, his warm blue eyes tearing up a little.

"Damn you kit…you gone and broke me in front of everybody." He muttered. But there was an indescribable love in his eyes. He nuzzled Quaxo's ears before shaking his head and padding away into the three toms den. Munk laughed softly.

"Yes Quaxo Mistoffelees. You have broken my brother…No kin, nor queen has been able to do that before." He meowed. Quaxo smiled.

"I do love all you guys. And if I am related to Macavity, then blood means nothing to me. Though you are my blood I loved you both before I knew so. Blood is not what's important." Quaxo meowed.

"Well said." Munkustrap meowed. Demeter suddenly spoke. She pressed her muzzle to Quaxo's cheek, and her tears soaked into his fur. He blinked surprised. She sighed heavily into his fur.

"Thank you Quaxo. You have saved me in a way you could never understand. And you have shown me the light in my own heart. I never expected any cat to stick up for me…especially not a kit, whom I never really paid any notice too. Thank you." She whispered. He smiled gently, rubbing his cheek back along hers as she pressed close to him.

"Your welcome…and I may understand better if you told me…I am around, and willing to talk…when you are ready." He murmured back in her ear. She pulled back and looked at him…then her eyes softened and she smiled.

"Thank you." She murmured. She turned to Munk, who looked a tad put off. She smiled. "Come you overgrown tabby bear. We must talk. Walk with me." She meowed. Munk blushed and followed her towards the maze of rubbish. Rumpleteazer was left and she smiled at Quaxo.

"That was pretty awesome." She meowed. Quaxo looked at her, confused by the sad tone in her voice. He blinked.

"Whats wrong?" He asked quietly. Rumpleteazer blinked. She looked away from him, and she shivered slightly.

"I…I can't tell you." She meowed. Quaxo sighed.

"Rumple, you can tell me." He meowed. "You both do not have to keep bearing it yourselves…alone…I am your friend, you are both my best friends. Please, tell me." He meowed quietly. Rumpleteazer sighed.

"Ok. But let me go get Mungojerrie…we both need to tell you." She meowed. He nodded, and she rose and padded away into a den beneath an old pile of mattresses. She returned a moment later with her brother, and he looked grim. Quaxo smiled encouragingly, and Rumpleteazer with a nod from her brother, launched into the tale…To another tale within the tale…

…. =^.^=

"Our first memory is darkness, and we could hear our parents talking…we did not understand, but our mothers voice was upset and our fathers voice was angry and sad. He did not want us, so our mother was defeated. Then she took us away…I remember being hungry and cold often. She would leave us for a long time, and I remember seeing the bottom of a garbage bin. Nothing could get under but a cat, and any cat that passed seemed not to notice us. Mother did her best to raise us though she had no home and little to eat. So she worked for food. She refused to tell us what she did, but my brother and I suspect that it was a less than honorable job. When she came back each night we would eat and she would tell us stories…Jellicle legends. And as we grew older she would be gone longer, and my brother and I only had each other for warmth and company. But as we grew older we strayed from our den and played right nearby in the alley.

Well one day a cat caught our scent…we had to have only been half a moon old. And he took us. He was Macavity. He took us back to his lair and he trained us. He told us we were small and could easily steal things from houses. He said he would give us good food regularly, and a home to keep us warm…he did. He gave us all he promised, and Jerrie and I grew a love of stealing. We love the thrill it gives us, and the things we bring in…Macavity made us some of his Hench-cats and at the time we enjoyed it…Until the day we stumbled across the prison…So many cats…bleeding, in pain, yowling out in agony for family and friends…There were kits, and younger cats, adults, and there were a few pregnant queens…Including your mother…She was thin, and every night, behind both Macavity and Jerrie's backs brought her food. She told me stories of the Jellicle's as well. I figured that one day I would run away, after seeing the pain behind the good life. And go to this good tribe.

What made up my mind was the night she ran away. Macavity had beaten her badly, and she ran away. He went out after her and sent all his Hench-cats out after her…He told us he never found her, but obviously he had…Believing she had ran home gave Jerrie and I the courage to go to the tribe. We ran away that same night, only four months old. And we ended up in the tribe, our dark past seemingly behind us…But we soon realized that he torments this tribe often. He found out we were here and tried to kill us, calling us traitors…well I told him to look who was talking and I swear I saw sadness in his eyes, but it was so fast I never know if it was real. Munk and the tribe came then and drove him off, and he has not targeted us since…Only Munk and Demeter, and once and a while Tugger…now you too.

"We are happy here, but there is a secret we can never figure out…When our mother told us stories of the Jellicals she said our father lived here. We suspect he still does but we have no idea who it is." Rumpleteazer meowed darkly. Quaxo blinked and images flashed through his head. He narrowed his brow.

"Come here." He ordered her in a trembling voice. She blinked in surprise but walked up to him. He touched his nose to her forehead hesitantly, curious to see if he could do anything with his powers….Much to his shock her memories began to flow into him.

He saw them run, he saw the tribe when they first came, he saw Likia run, and Teazer remain in the shadows and let her. He saw her feeding her, and he saw his mother, with a round belly. He winced as he saw bruises stand out against her already dark fur…Quaxo for a moment felt surprised that he had lived or at least been born normal. Then the time went back further…he saw the calico twins slipping into dark buildings, and slipping back out with full bags, even farther back, Macavity lifting the two young kits off the street. Then he saw them playing together, then huddled together, he saw their mother, curled around them, looking exhausted and battered, telling them tails of the Jellicals and their brave father, though she never mentioned his name or what he looked like. And then the memories were darker, unfocused, muddled by the undeveloped brains of youth, who never truly understood the significance of any memory…then he saw darkness…but he could hear voices.

"No. Leave now. Take them away right now. There is no place for them here." A familiar deep Scottish voice mumbled. Quaxo froze, and after a moments more darkness he could see through Rumpleteazer's eyes…Though it was a bit blurry a large tom, with glass-green eyes and a long brown tail, with calico fur stood, staring at the kits.

"I'm sorry you feel that way. They will never know their father. At least name them, and then I will leave." Meowed the female in a taunt voice. He stood there, stiff for a long time, a gingerish blur…but after a few moments he looked over his shoulder once more, his voice was a soft growl.

"Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer."

Quaxo pulled away from the twins sharply…Skimbleshanks, wise noble Skimbleshanks had cheated on his mate and produced kittens with another queen…then turned away his own kits…Worst of all he knew the twins were his kits, and he did nothing about it. Quaxo had often seen the tom observing them, but he had never thought anything of it…Skimble was not the cat everyone thought him to be…And as Rumpleteazer and Mungojerrie stared at him Quaxo realized something else…The memory was to dim and juvenile for Rumpleteazer to remember…And he realized that it was not his duty to tell them. He would confront Skimble in time, but for now the twins would remain oblivious.

"What is wrong Quaxo?" Rumpleteazer asked. He gazed up into her silvery-green eyes, and blinked.

"I'm sorry…I saw my mother….she was so hurt…" He murmured to cover for his reaction. Rumpleteazer's eyes softened, and she padded closer to him.

"I'm so sorry…You saw into my memories?" She meowed softly. Quaxo nodded.

"Do you think you could look back far enough to see who our father is?" Mungojerrie asked. Quaxo blinked.

"I tried, but those kit memories are all dark and fuzzy…I couldn't see anything." He meowed. The twins sighed and the three friends pressed close together to share in the comfort and warmth of one another.

… =^.^=

Six more moons passed, and the junkyard changed somewhat…Skimble still said nothing about the twins, but still watched them. Deme and Munk seemed to have admitted things, and had grown close and had a kit together, who was a few month old kitten named Jemima. Quaxo, near full grown now had moved into the silver pipe next to the burnt out oven, and Deme moved in with Munk and Tugger….Tugger had been his usual self but Quaxo had noticed that he now watched one queen far more than the others…the fiery Bomballurina seemed to have stolen his heart. Quaxo smiled every time he saw Tugger, and the big tom knew the ever observant young tux tom knew. Teazer and Jerrie resumed being their fun and mischievous selves, and once and a while took Quaxo with them on heists…he was very good at it, nearly as good as the other two. Tanto and Cori had been training Quaxo, and the young tom mostly had control over his powers now, with a couple odd flukes. And strangest of all, Macavity had not been seen, nor heard from in moons…Not since Quaxo had injured him…Some Jellicals suspected that Quaxo may have killed the ginger tom, but none were foolish enough to hold very high hopes.

The tribe had really taken to the young tom, favoring him because of his magic he imagined…Finally he refused to do it in front of everybody and became invisible to the tribe in a way again…And what he did not like was the way the tribe cats, most of them anyway, and been calling him Mr. Mistoffelees, or Mistoffelees, or just plain Misto. But he never voiced his thoughts on this…He only privately believed that Quaxo was an invisible nothing to the tribe, and Magical Mr. Mistoffelees was overtaking his very being, leaving Quaxo a shadow trapped in the same body as the star. He was beginning to hate it…But he tended not to dwell on it too long, as it only made him more frustrated. His feelings for a certain calico tabby she-cat grew, but he never acted on them…he believed she did not love him the way he loved her…

It was one day, two weeks to the Jellicle ball when Quaxo was assigned a part. Munk told him the elusive tribe leader Old Deuteronomy had requested all new members get their own song in the dance this year. That meant he, and the twins had a their own song as well as some of the older cats like Skimbleshanks, Tugger, Jenny, and old Gus. At first Quaxo was excited as a kitten, but then he realized something rather important…One he did not know what to do during the mating ritual, and two…

Quaxo Mistoffelees did not know how to dance.

Oooooh! Poor Quax. Lol. What shall come next? R&R if you want. :)