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Another boring day. Well, not particularly boring, but still dull nonetheless. Dempsey found himself relaxed in one of the fancy wooden chairs in the kitchen. He was at the wooden kitchen table, making lists for the upcoming spring. He was always the first one to get ready for the spring time. Then, Takeo followed suit. Nikolai came after him and Richtofen was always last, enjoying the lovely sales he always came across.

The bubbly New Year's party that the 4 men and their zombified son had was all a blur. It all started off as a chill party. They were all watching TV, awaiting the ball to drop. There were live performances by some of the most famous artists and people standing outside in bulky coats and hats. Nikolai, surprisingly, offered everyone a bottle of vodka. Sure, the vodka was nice, but Tank was nearly drunk as hell when the ball began to drop. He could remember the countdown and the colorful ball making it's way towards the building.

He took a quick gulp during the last 10 seconds.

"Five, four, three, two, o-" And everything went black for the blond.

The next morning, Dempsey awoke on the floor next to a sleeping Nikolai and a decaying baby sitting on his stomach. He remembered trying to sit up, but the pounding in his head urged him not to. That was all that he needed. He went back to sleep, this time cuddling his son in his arms.

Here it was the beginning of March and Tank still wondered what the hell happened that night. The sudden clanging of pots and pans behind him caused him to jump up and look around frantically. He turned around and looked towards a cabinet that was near the tile floor. Bright yellow eyes looked up at him and he stared back.

Milz was in the kitchen.

Then it struck him that something was wrong. On the baby's head was a silver, pasta strainer and surrounding the baby was a bunch of pots and pans. The refrigerator on the other side of the kitchen was wide open, food spilling out and onto the kitchen floor. In front of a standing Milz was a big pot of what looked like mush. Tank facepalmed himself and groaned. Milz observed the mess he'd made, then tried to reason with his father.

"Ahgata!"

"Kid, what are you doing?!" the Marine questioned.

"Ah... stoo!" Milz explained, holding the large pot by the two small handles on the sides.

Dempsey marched over to his son and leaned down, grabbing the baby by his wrist. He then smacked the back of the infant's hand and began cleaning up his mess. Milz gawked at his wrist, then plopped down onto his diapered bottom, releasing loud, satanic cries. Tank pretended not to care, even though he sorta felt bad for having to hit the newborn.

Loud, angry, vicious thumps came from the basement. Then the Marine remembered that Richtofen was in his lab for the day. The thumping didn't mean that he was working.

He was actually coming up the stairs. And judging on how ruthless his stomps were, he. Was. Pissed.

Dempsey watched Milz cry and quickly put himself into action, picking the baby up and holding him tightly to his chest. Milz's crying began to dim down and so did the angry stomps that were coming up the stairs. The Marine could've sworn that he could hear Richtofen's angry, heavy, breathing for a second.

Tank listened intently as he heard the Nazi retreat back down into the basement and get back to work. He gave a sigh of relief. If that basement door were to open, he didn't know what he'd do. Usually, he wasn't afraid of Richtofen. Hell, he'd break his nose if he wanted to. But things in him began to change. Richtofen would get more angry than usual if Milz was to cry because of someone else's doings.

The insane sadist would make sure that the child got fed at least 7 times a day. (Hey, zombie's gotta eat.) Richtofen was always keeping an eye on the baby, even when he was on his insane cleaning sprees twice a month. He'd walk by the living room and check on Milz who was always on the floor, playing with his panda. If something seemed just a little off, he'd stop what he was doing and investigate. If Dempsey didn't know any better, he'd say that the German was beginning to turn into a woman.

Milz wiped his tears away, sniffling and poking his lower lip out in a pout.

"Sorry about hittin' ya, Kid."

Milz murmured something in baby.

"Yeah, I know that was mean. Wanna go to the mall with me?"

"Ba..." the zombie whimpered a sentence that Tank couldn't understand and the Marine raised an eyebrow.

"What?"

"S-stoo... for yoo."

The blond's heart shattered into sharp, tiny pieces.

"For me?"

"Mm-hmm... Twy?"

The blue-eyed man glanced down at the greenish mush in the large pot below. There were purple bits floating around in it and it reminded him of puke. He grimaced in disgust, petting the child's brown head.

"I'll uh... I'll try it when we get back."

Milz and his American daddy arrived at the mall after a short 15 minute drive. The automatic doors opened and the duo continued in. Milz glanced around the insanely large building, nearly stumbling over his own feet. He began to fear that the mall was going to crumble down and crush him, so he held onto Dempsey's pants leg, hoping he'd keep him safe. The bright, lights appealed to him, easing his fear just a tad.

The Marine began his shopping, going over the list he'd made before he left. Spring was the time he could show off his muscles and attract the women. Tank was always about the women. He looked good, so why not have a good-looking lady on his arm? Dempsey continued his walk through the mall, peeking into some of the small stores he walked by. He turned his head and glanced into a purse store, where most rich women shopped. The prices were insane, and if you had to ask how much it was, you couldn't afford it.

But the dull, pricey, purses weren't really what caught his eye. In the center of the golden, glowing store was a woman, who was shorter than Dempsey, but up to his neck. Her sandy hair was up in a neat bun, her side-bangs just below her eyebrow and Dempsey knew those galaxy eyes anywhere.

It was his ex-date.

The one who ran away at the sight of his son, Milz, screaming for her life. He scratched the stubble on his chin, wondering if he could take a second chance and why he didn't shave before leaving his house earlier this morning.

The blond cleared his throat and checked his breath, making sure that he was at least presentable to the wealthy woman. The zombified baby that he'd brought with him had long ago disappeared into the fairly large crowd of the mall, becoming lost in all of the glowing lights and smells of human flesh. Dempsey stepped into the store, throwing the curvy woman a wave.

She poked her bottom lip out, then crossed her arms over her chest, shifting her beautiful eyes elsewhere.

"Why are you here, weirdo?"

"I just so happened to run into you. Ya know, in the mall." the Marine flirted, trying to act as natural as possible.

"Yeah. In a purse store. My purse store."

"Yep. In a purse store." Tank muttered to himself, biting his lip awkwardly.

"Will you leave already? I have no intention of coming back to your house full of crazy men and babies." the woman said, staring up at the Marine.

"I'll make it up to you though! I'll buy a nice purse?"

The model gave a 'hmmm' then turned around, picking up a bright red, leather purse off of the counter behind her.

"I do like this one."

"Sweet. How much is it?"

"939 dollars."

Dempsey almost had a heart attack. Why would a purse cost THAT much?

Meanwhile, on the opposite side of the mall, Milz ran past the short and long legs of multiple humans, taking in their tasty scents. Some blocked the smell of their flesh by wearing strong flowery perfumes. The zombie ran himself into a women's clothing store, jumping around between clothing racks and startling random ladies. He sprang into one of the many dressing rooms and knocked on one of the doors.

"Occupied!"

Milz had no idea what it meant to be 'occupied', so he crawled under the large opening of the door, looking up at the half-naked, dark-skinned lady in the small room. He waved sweetly, greeting her in his zombie language.

"Oh my god... eww!" the chocolate female screamed at the top of her lungs, draping a dress over herself and sprinting out of the dressing room.

The small baby realized that she'd left her purse and picked it up, following her into the store.

"Bag!" he tried to tell the dame, but she didn't listen, huddling herself into a corner. "Bag! Bag!"

"Get away, you... thing!" the lady shouted, frightened by the harmless Milz.

"B-bag?" he tried again, inching closer to her, holding out her bright blue purse.

A hand made forceful contact with his cheek and Milz hit the tile floor, holding his face in disbelief. The dark-skinned broad snatched her purse from his tiny, gray hand and stood to her feet. She bared her pearly, white teeth down at him, ready to slap him again if he dared try to 'attack' her.

"Stay away!" And with that, she scampered off.

Milz held his face, tears welling up in his eyes. No one had ever hit him like that before, not even his own fathers. The bright-eyed baby sniffled, wishing that he'd never ran away from his American dad. Milz stood up, tears falling down his face and onto his red coat.

"Da da..."

Tank hunted like a mad man for his son who had disappeared more than 20 minutes ago. How could he have lost him?! How?! He shoved past the multiple crowds of people, eyes locked on the floor. The galaxy-eyed blonde was behind him, assisting his search for Milz whom she now understood. She had no reason to be afraid of him now that she knew he was harmless. The model had over-reacted.

"Dammit! Milz!" the Marine yelled, his voice echoing throughout the mall.

"Da da!"

He came to a halt. That was Milz, wasn't it? Dempsey eyed the mall, listening to the familiar sound of his son's satanic voice.

"Da da! Da da! Twouble!"

"There! He's right there!" the duchess squealed, pointing a petite finger over Dempsey's shoulder.

Tank followed the finger and squinted into the distance. His azure eyes grew wide. He'd found what he'd been looking for, but his prize was slowly being dragged away by a tall man in a sky blue shirt and navy blue pants. A mall cop. The American nudged past more of the folks and sprinted to the cop, tapping his broad shoulder.

The male turned around, squinting his lime green eyes at the two blondes.

"He's mine." Dempsey said, holding a hand out to Milz.

"Good timing. You're lucky to have found him. More and more children are left unattended in this mall everyday. Keep an eye on him. He's a good kid." and following the hand-over of the zombie, the cop disappeared, tending to his job.

The Marine hoisted Milz up into his arms and hugged him tightly. He thought that he'd lost him, which would've resulted in a life full of guilt and a huge fight with Richtofen when he got home. The decaying child dug his head into his blond father's neck, afraid that someone would come try to take him away to places he didn't wanna go again. A fragile, milky hand with midnight blue nail polish ran it's was through his chocolate hair. Milz tilted his head up, trying to figure out who had touched him, knowing that Tank was heavy-handed.

A large red and white swirled lollipop was thrust into his face. It was wrapped neatly in a clear wrapper and bared a blue ribbon near the stick, holding the wrapper closed.

Milz eyed the occupant than gave a little gasp, realizing who it was from. The same pretty blonde lady with the galaxy eyes that American daddy had adored so much. He took the lollipop, then hid his face back in Tank's neck, giggling insanely.

After waving a wordless good-bye to the woman of his dreams, the Marine took his leave. He sighed, realizing that he didn't get a single thing on his list. He shoved a hand into his coat pocket. Shit. This was the worst mall trip ever. The duo stepped out into the freezing cold. Dempsey pulled Milz's hood over his head and a string of paper fell from it. The paper fell to the ground and he picked it up, reading it.

7 digits. One name. Two Words. Call me. Jackpot!

After the 15 minute drive back home, Dempsey waltzed into the warm abode with a sticky Milz. On the couch sat Richtofen, one leg crossed over the other. He wore a plain black shirt with Jack Skellington's face on it and a pair of white sweatpants. In his hands was a bowl of green mush with purple bits floating around in it.

Milz's stew.

"Stoo!" the gray-skinned baby clapped.

"Uh..."

"Ah, you're home. Vhere did you go?" the sadist wondered.

"What are you eating?" Tank questioned, pulling off the jacket he'd received from Takeo during Christmas.

"Zhere vas a pot of mess on zhe floor."

"And you ate it?"

"It's actually gut. Better zhan my cooking!"

"Anything's better than your cooking." the blond grumbled, removing Milz from his coat and heading into the kitchen. He stepped over to the big, half-empty pot of mess on the counter. Taking a deep breath, he remembered the promise he'd made Milz before they left. "Here goes nothin'..."

The American inhaled, dipping his index finger into the pot. He shut his eyes and placed his finger into his mouth, worriedly swirling his tongue around it. Hmm. Not bad. Not bad at all.

Maybe this wasn't the worst day ever.