Milz awaited the arrival of one of his fathers all while talking to some of the new friends and minions he'd made. They laughed at everything he said and even retrieved his book bag for him when the teacher announced that it was time to go. Tabby took his red crown for the day and hid it away in her cubbie. She promised him that he would get it back tomorrow and that she'd be right by his side for as long as he remained king. Milz awaited pick up while on the carpet until Mrs. Sophia called him from the door.
"Milz, your dad is here!" She called out and the zombie got up from the carpet and waved at his friends, bidding them adieu.
He sprinted over to the door to find Takeo standing outside of it, wrapped in a black blanket instead of a jacket.
"Ready?" the Samurai asked his son, who seemed a little different than before.
"Yes! Take King home!" the undead toddler demanded, shocking Takeo a bit.
"Um… okay then." he muttered out as Milz made a stride to leave.
The honorable other bowed to the dark-skinned teacher before following up behind his soon who seemed very eager to go home.
Takeo walked into the house with his son behind him. Dempsey lay on the floor behind the couch, lifting weights and sweating up a storm while Nikolai lazed on said couch and watched something about WW1. Milz figured out that Richtofen was in the basement, based on the screams of agony he heard coming from it. The zombie took off his shoes at the door and went into the kitchen, ignoring their existence.
He grabbed a seat at the table and kicked his feet patiently, waiting for someone to feed him or even acknowledge him. He was king. He didn't have to acknowledge anyone if he didn't want to. They acknowledged him.
Foot steps approached from the basement, quickly becoming louder. The door clicked open and the smell of blood wafted into the kitchen as a crimson Richtofen stumbled over to a vacant counter. He set down the several jars of brains that were once cradled in his arms. Walking back over to the basement door, he slammed it shut with a blood covered hand. It was then that he noticed his kingly son sitting at the table.
"Guten tag, Milly!" he greeted, snapping from his psychotic glare into a cheerful one instead. "How vas school today?"
"Fine." the zombie replied, crossing his arms over his chest in an annoyed manner.
"What wretched child bothered you today?" Edward wondered aloud, as he made his way over to the counter and began to put away the brains he'd "harvested" not even a few seconds ago.
"None." Milz sighed. "Now, cook food!"
"Alright, alright!" the Doctor responded, "Don't rush me!"
As the sadist began to prep for dinner, a bored Nikolai stumbled into the kitchen and began to raid the refrigerator. Milz kicked his feet at the table again, waiting for something to do. Someone needed to entertain him.
"You!" the king squealed to the Russian while pointing a dead finger at him.
Nikolai leaned out of the refrigerator with a confused look on his face and a cookie in his mouth.
"Me?" he replied, pointing at himself.
"Yes, you!" the boy grunted. "Entertain me!"
"Entertain?" the drunk questioned, stealing 4 more cookies before closing the fridge.
"Yes. Now!"
Nikolai walked over to his son and offered him one of his four cookies, not really understanding what the zombie meant by entertaining him. Milz gave a low growl before slapping the cookie out of his hand. The red, chocolate chip delight flew into the living room and smacked Dempsey in the head. The Marine dropped both of his 40 pound weights and sat up from his laying position on the floor.
"Who threw that?" he grumbled, glaring into the kitchen as his skin began to flare red.
"Entertainment!" Milly screamed, "Not a stupid cookie!"
"Uh… perhaps it would be best if tiny, zombie baby went to his room." the Soviet ordered, slightly shocked at his son's behavior.
"No! Entertainment first, you vile, waste of space!" the undead yelled at the top of lungs.
"Room. Now." Nikolai ordered again, this time with a glare and a stern tone in his voice.
Milz screamed at him as if he'd lost control, before grabbing his book bag off the floor, hopping down from his seat at the table and storming off to his room. A bewildered Richtofen walked up next to Nikolai while drying his hands with a black dish towel.
"Did he just scream at you?" the Doctor gasped out.
"Yes. He's lost his mind again."
"Maybe zhe children at school are getting to him." the German thought while rubbing his chin.
A sweaty American joined the two in the kitchen while chewing on the cookie that was thrown at him earlier.
"He's just tired" the blonde concluded, taking another bite of the red, chocolate chip cookie in his hand. "These are good. Kinda taste like pennies. Strange color too."
"I agree." Nikolai responded, tossing another one into his mouth.
"Zhose are Milly's. Zhey're blood cookies." Richtofen smirked, as his roommates dashed off to the bathroom to empty their stomachs. "Vait until you hear zhe entire recipe!"
An upset zombie laid on his Captain America bed sheets in his room that he'd been sent to. This sucked. He'd never been sent to his room before. He was always a good kid. But now, he was king. Why didn't his father's treat him like so? All of the kids at school worshiped him and kissed the ground that he walked on.
Milz sat up and walked over to his full body mirror in the corner of the room. He looked himself into his own shining, sunny eyes, thinking about what the kids saw in him? Was it because he beat up Jacob? Or was it because he was an undead being that could destroy them all if he'd tried? A small gasp escaped his lips. What has gotten into him? Why was he acting the way he was?
He'd just been blinded by power. He let the power control him. He wasn't like that. After all, he knew himself better than anyone. The person he'd just saw in the mirror was Milz. That person was a monster. He would've never came home like that and ignored everyone. He would've never ordered Richtofen to cook for him without asking nicely. He would've never demanded anything of Takeo or Nikolai. The Milz he knew wouldn't have slapped the cookie from Nikolai's hand. The Milz he knew surely wouldn't have yelled at anyone either.
This whole king thing was destroying him. It had to stop. Milly sprinted out of his room as quickly as possible. First, he had to apologize for the trouble he'd caused.