Recess ended and Milz went back to the classroom with a smile. The school day was approaching an end and he'd be back home cuddling up with his fathers in no time. Alice was in a different class than he was, but he could find something to do during his free time. The zomboy searched around for friends, but all the children either ran away from him or yelled about how ugly he was and how they refused to play with ugly kids. No one accepted him, other than Alice and he was forced to play alone again.
Milz obtained paper and a box of crayons from Mrs. Sophia, found himself a seat at a small round table in the corner of the room and thought about what to draw. He found pleasure in drawing. It was actually one of his most favorite things to do. Although, he never really did show his dads his art because he was never confident in it. Something was always wrong with it.
Milly decided to start simple. He drew Captain America's shield, coloring in the reds, whites and blues with pride. After that was finished, he drew a picture of a cherry blossom tree in full bloom. They were Takeo's favorite type of tree and he could remember the cherry blossom tree in their backyard that he always played under. Afterwards, an idea popped into his head. Why not draw a picture of his four favorite men in the whole wide world?
The zombie started with a stick-like Russian holding a huge bottle of vodka and waving a Russian flag high in the air with tiny fingers. A crooked smile was plastered on his face. He colored in the brown hair on his head then, moved over to the right where he drew a circular head with spiky blonde hair on top.
Another stick body extended from this head and in these itty bitty hands was a fork and knife. Instead of regular old stick feet, he drew black boots on him. An American flag was drew above the sandy blonde hair and another drawing was made next to it.
This time, the hair was short and ebony. Instead of a smile on this one's face, there was a glare. This drawing gave an evil side-eye to the blonde next to him and held a curved, butter knife-looking utensil. This stick wore a red, short-sleeved shirt with a black Swastika on the front.
Finally, on the end, was a yet another stick drawing, but this one had a cat-like smile. He was holding a kitana in his left hand and a pair of chopsticks in his right. The smooth black hair on his head covered his forehead. Milz added a couple trees, some grass, a sun the same color as his eyes and wrote his name at the bottom.
The undead held the drawing up with glee. He admired it in the light and then gave each of the stick figures a quick kiss. He couldn't wait to go home and see them again. Before he could blink, the picture was snatched out from between his small gray fingers. Milz's golden eyes lit up with shock and he turned around to see Jacob behind him, glaring at the picture.
"What 'cha drawing, Ugly?" the freckle-face smugly asked.
"T-that's mine." the zombie claimed, then reached for the masterpiece, only to have it whipped away from his reach. "Can I have it back?"
Jacob ignored him.
"Please?" Milly questioned, slowly losing his patience.
"Yeah, sure. Whatever, crybaby." Jacob handed the picture back and the undead reached for it again. Before his fingers came into contact with the paper, the human snatched it away again and held it up in a teasing manner. "Psyche!"
"That's mine! Give it back. I'm asking nicely." the rotting being pleaded, his eyes focused on the drawing he'd worked so hard on.
"Okay, fine. But first..." Jacob held the drawing up with two hands and smiled with evil intentions.
The scarring sound of paper tearing into two pieces echoed throughout the classroom. None of the kids noticed the catastrophe that had just occurred in the corner of the room and continued playing, laughing and singing with each other. The hell-sent human ripped the two halves into even smaller pieces until nothing remained but 16 pieces of trash upon the floor. Milly's jaw hung open and he stared down at his destroyed art.
"Daddies..." he mumbled to himself.
"Those were your dads?! Wow, what a weirdo!" And with that, the bully turned tail and headed back over to his friends.
Before he could make it back over to his table, a box of crayons hit him in the back of the head. He rubbed the hair on the back of his head and whipped around, glaring at all the gawking children.
"Who threw that?!" he screamed, skin flaring red.
Nobody moved and the class was silent. The children stared at Jacob in fear. Nobody messed with Jacob, if you knew what was good for you. He'd break your toys in a heartbeat, bury your crayons on the playground or even steal your lunch from you. You laughed at his jokes whenever he told one, even if it wasn't that funny. Jacob was a bad kid and you knew to appreciate him whenever he came by. His dad was a cop. He could do whatever he wanted and if you disobeyed him, he threatened to have your parents arrested and nobody wanted that.
"Who threw the crayons?!" the bully shouted again, making Tabby, the red head, flinch and drop her Barbies.
Jacob's earthy eyes caught glimpse of the zombie he'd been torturing all day and he stepped back over to him, his skin as hot as fire.
"Did you throw those crayons, Ugly?!" he shouted in Milz's face.
The coffee-haired toddler broke the green crayon in his right hand and snapped his head up to meet the bully's hazel eyes.
"Did you-" a swift, brutal, left hook met Jacob's left cheek and the children could've sworn they saw his freckles fly off his face.
A baby tooth hit the ground and blood spilled from the human's mouth as he hit the tile floor. Tears rolled down his face and he gave a few sobs before giving out a shrill scream. He held his face and curled up in terror. The power of zombie strength brought the king down to his knees. The children watched in horror as Jacob lay in a crying heap near the carpet and Milz picked up the pieces of his drawing. He stood up and then leaned over Jacob, stuffing the pieces into the pocket of his red hoodie.
"Don't disrespect my daddies."
Mrs. Sophia walked back into the classroom and gasped at the scene before her.
"Jacob! Milz, what have you done?!" the woman screamed, running over to the fallen king and looking at his destroyed face.
"I stood up for myself." the zombie replied, fed up and done with being picked on. It was his first day and the last thing he wanted was to go the whole year being this way.
"So... I hit him." Milz explained to his fathers who stood above him.
The four stared down at their son, surprised that such a thing had occurred on his first day. Nikolai held a bottle of vodka to his lips in thought, not wanting to say anything on the matter. He was smiling on the inside. His eyes darted from each of his roommates, studying their faces with drunken carelessness. Takeo had his hands in his pockets and Dempsey's were behind his head. Richtofen bit his lip in thought with his hands on his hips. He was gonna speak first.
"Vas zhere blood?" the Doctor questioned, his blue eyes narrowing at the child.
"W-well um... yeah."
A cheer erupted from his fathers and he received a pat on the head from the American.
"Good job, kid! I probably would've hung the little snot over a shark tank, but what you did wasn't half bad." the Marine snorted.
"I alvays knew ve vere raising him correctly." the Nazi smiled, wiping a tear from his eye. "I'm getting emotional..."
"True honor has been brought to us." Takeo bowed, proud that Milz stood up for himself.
"We should celebrate with drinking party!" Nikolai laughed, taking a sip of his vodka to keep the buzz going.
Milz wanted to smile, but still felt broken. He took the bits and pieces of his drawing out of his pocket and held them up to the Veterans.
"Pieces of... drawing..." he mumbled, his yellow eyes going dull with sadness.
Dempsey crouched down to his height and held out his hands. Milz poured the parts of his masterpiece into his palms and the Marine gave them a quick glance before stuffing them into his jacket pocket.
"Don't worry, kid. We'll fix it." the Marine promised, giving his son a faithful grin.
The family went home and ate dinner with each other, Milz sharing the highlights of his day, but not mentioning Alice. He didn't think his fathers would take it well. After dessert, he took a bath and headed off to bed. While he slept the night away, his four daddies stayed up with school supplies and his ripped up drawing, putting it back together. They quietly fought over which piece went where and what they should do to get rid of Jacob.
The next morning, Milz walked into his red living room that was lit up by the bright morning sun. He got suspended from school and had no choice but to stay home. But he didn't mind. Being with his daddies was way better than being around kids that hated him. In the center of the floor lay a heap of grown men, bundled up in quilts like little wrapped gifts. In the middle of them was Milly's picture, taped back together and as good as new.
Dempsey had tape on his face and Nikolai had the word 'BAKA' written on his forehead in black marker. Richtofen's hair was beyond messy and stuck up in some parts. There was a bottle of glue near his body. Takeo slept facing away from the group holding a black marker in his hands and was flawless compared to the others.
Milz stepped over their mess and picked up his picture, a smile crossing his face. He did his fathers justice by punching Jacob's lights out.