Milz, a small zombie toddler, had been placed on the living room sofa, his bright yellow orbs glued to the TV screen before him. The tiny baby had been sucked into an episode of Marvel's Avengers Assemble, but had not even the smallest hint that today was his birthday. Even though only a year passed since he was brought home by the insane Doctor, Edward Richtofen himself, Milz had grown quite a bit. He'd developed sharp teeth in his mouth and sprouted in height.

"Captain!" the baby shouted as Captain America flipped past the screen, his shield snug on his back.

The zombie popped another mini muffin into his mouth and kicked his feet, watching in awe as Iron Man fired a laser beam from his chest and vaporized several aliens. It was then that a light-hearted rap came at the front door. Richtofen and Dempsey rushed into the living room at the same time, tripping over each other's feet and grabbing at one another's legs.

The Doctor made it to the door first, but was flung back by Tank, who popped the door open himself. In the chilly November air stood Lona Modell in a pair of black designer jeans and a white, fluffy winter poncho. Her fake-furred hood blew off of her head as wind brushed by. The model shuffled into the warm home and wiped her short black boots on the welcome rug.

"H-hey, guys! G-goodness, it's ch-ch-chilly out there!" Lona grinned sheepishly.

"Hallo, Lona! Ve have hot cocoa if you'd like some." Edward welcomed, grabbing one of her freezing hands.

"N-no thanks! We have t-to get g-g-going!" the blonde smiled, "the p-p-party's all set up!"

"Already?" the Marine questioned, stepping over and casually smacking the Doctor's hands away.

"Yeah! Our crew is qu-quick!"

"Vell, I guess you two should be leaving. Do take care of him for me. He's alvays getting himself into some type of danger. It'd be a shame if somezhing horrible happened to him. Zhen I'd have to kill someone." Richtofen worried, taking a glance at the little zombie boy on the ebony couch.

"No worries!" Lona reassured as she warmed up, "the agency is heavily guarded!"

"Leaving now?" Milz piped up, randomly popping up in the middle of the crowd of human adults.

"Now. You be good, kid." Dempsey told him, crouching down to meet the baby's height.

The zombie watched him closely with wide yellow eyes, his bright blue and white teddy bear in his arms. Suddenly, he closed the space between himself and the American, falling into his arms in a loving hug.

"Bye bye, Daddy." he whispered, his father hugging him back.

"See ya. Happy Birthday, kid."

The drive to the Modeling Agency was a long one, but getting in was a breeze. Lona simply showed the big bulky man at the door her ID and was immediately granted access along with her little zombie buddy. They walked through bright white hallways, like something out of a spy movie in silence. Milz held onto Lona's petite hand, his eyes wide at what he saw around him.

The duo reached big white double doors, a loud rhythmic thudding on the opposite side. One single push and the doors opened. Milz gave a surprised and excited scream at what was going on in front of him.

Colorful balloons were tied to clothing racks of exotic dresses, streamers hung across the high ceiling, confetti littered the floors and bright lights flashed everywhere. But above it all was a rainbow banner reading the words 'Happy 5th Birthday, Milz!'. Many of the models and designers turned to stare at the two as they walked forward, weaving their way through the crowd of curvy women and frantic designers.

Lona stopped by a mini cake in a bright white booth that had her name written across the top of the mirror. She pulled up a second chair and sat Milz down in it. Afterwards, she left for a few seconds, people calling her name and sending waves her way. The blonde model returned with a tub of rocky road ice cream, several spoons and a plastic knife. She grabbed a seat next to the zombie as a small group of models gathered behind them.

Milz stared into the mirror, watching the models behind him in confusion. A song he'd never heard before was sung to him in angelic voices and a candle was lit on top of the red and white cake.

"...Happy Birthday, dear Milz~. Happy Birthday to you~!"

The women retreated and sweet desserts were served.

"Now, Ms. Lona, I know you're celebrating with the birthday boy, but I don't want you eating too much of this fattening mess. You're on in an hour." a male whom walked by scolded. "We've already confiscated your sugar cookies."

Lona groaned in reply.

"Yeah, sure! Whatever!" And piled another scoop of ice cream into her mouth.

Milz was silent. He was focused on shoving the ice cream in his mouth and devouring the cake as if it were a lovely brain. He'd finished his meal by licking his lips and giving a yelp of surprise as he was picked up by a random person behind him. Lona paid no attention, as she knew where he was going and what was going to happen to him.

An hour went by in what seemed like minutes and Lona was prepared for the runway. She made her way up a couple bright white steps, making sure not step on the long pink dress she was stuffed into. The dress squeezed her waist and around her neck. A long slit was placed down the middle, giving her legs room to breathe and flash out to the waiting crowd. 5 inch pink heels cupped her feet and her hair was up in a big blonde bun. Peach make-up marked her face in strange patterns as well.

It was then that she ran into the birthday boy who had been forced into a black, pinstripe suit with a solid pink tie, a pink handkerchief in his jacket pocket, black dress shoes and adorable cufflinks. The brown hair on his head was slicked back with the helping of gel. The baby seemed embarrassed as he stared up at Lona with his yellow eyes.

"Aww, don't be shy. I tell you what. You can watch me walk the runway first!"

"Runway?" Milz repeated, confused by the word.

"Of course, little guy. Watch. You'll understand soon."

The crowd beyond the dressing room focused their attention on the runway as Gumi's KiLLER LADY began to bump from the oversized speakers. Lona stepped out onto the stage and kept her expression blank. Bright flashes of cameras sparked the room, nearly blinding Milz as he poked his head out to watch the woman step across the strip. He took notes of her confident strut and elegant poses and the way she made the judges melt in their seats.

His little zombie heart flipped as she beckoned him with a finger and he felt himself being pulled in her direction. The two made like magnets and were next to each other in seconds, the undead child still not knowing what to do with the curvy woman standing with him.

"Milly! Keep an eye on me, okay?" Lona grinned, taking the toddler's hand and began a string of poses which Milz unknowingly went along with.

The music possessed him in ways he didn't understand. Milz became oblivious to the flashing cameras and loud music. He only paid attention to Lona and her movements, sometimes mocking them in order to fit in with his environment. Lona began to stride off the stage and Milz followed, waving back at the people who waved in his direction.

"That's fun!", he exclaimed after they returned to the dressing room.

"See? I told you!" Lona giggled, finding herself becoming fairly uncomfortable in the dress.

A couple of designers tip-toed behind Milz and picked him up, forcing a scream from his mouth.

"Lonny!"

"You'll be fine, honey. They're just going to dress you up again. Now, you run along with them while I tell your daddy about your accomplishments!" the female grinned, watching as Milz was swept away yet again.

Lona retreated to her booth and stared at the make-up on her face, admiring the make-up artists' work and interesting knowledge in colors. It was then that a glowing silhouette appeared behind her and gave her a heart-stopping grimace.

"Hallo, zhere. I see zhat Milly has begun to take a liking to you..."

The galaxy-eyed model turned around in surprise, terrified that no one was behind her, but the little girl was still in the mirror.

"Who are you?!"

"I'm Samantha, Milly's best friend and ruler." Samantha explained as her waist length hair began to stand on end.

"G-go away! Leave me alone!" Lona squealed in fear.

"I vill leave..., but I need your body first." the glowing, floating girl said. "Try not to scream too loud, Lonny!"

Samantha gripped the woman's face between her hands, her eyes shinning a sunny yellow. Lona opened her mouth to scream and Samantha slipped her hands into her cave, the rest of her spirit-like body following through. The model went limp for a split second before standing onto her feet.

"Oh yes." Lona gleamed to herself in the mirror of her booth, her galaxy-eyes switching to the bright, fierce colors of the sun. "This is just perfect."