Little Milz shoved a bite of the fresh, stuffed liver into his mouth and kicked his feet. His undead taste-buds were having a rave party and they needed more. The boy nearly gave them another dose of their drug, but stopped himself, realizing that now was his chance to ask for advice. In front of him sat his father Edward, flipping through a book about chemical reactions and elements. His pills had made him mellow again, but if something called for a killing, he'd always be ready.

"Um… Daddy?" the zombie forced out, earning the tainted blue eyes of Richtofen. "Can I ask you something?"

"Vhy, of course!" the Doctor smiled, closing his book and moving it over to the side. He'd finished his dinner a few minutes ago, but he didn't want to leave Milz at the table by himself. "Go ahead. Ask Daddy anyzhing!"

The toddler could only grin to himself. He had support. He'd come to the right place.

"I have an issue at school."

"An issue?!" Richtofen shouted, standing up from his seat. "Vhat happened?!"

"No, no!" Milz exclaimed, waving his arms around. He couldn't stand seeing him like this. "Nothing bad!"

The German took his seat once again. He cleared his throat and smoothed out his gray, long-sleeved, button-up shirt.

"Continue."

"Well…" Milz began, picking up his fork and poking at his dinner. "The kids at school… worship me."

"Lucky you!" Richtofen congratulated, but his son was quick to interrupt him.

"No, I don't like it!" the zombie explained. "Have you ever been King of something?"

"Vell..." the sadist began, leaning back in his chair. He rubbed his chin thoughtfully and his eyes met the ceiling.

While he awaited an answer, Milz quickly finished his dinner and then wiped his mouth with a single napkin. He didn't want to prod the Doctor, as thinking time was precious to him. His mind was always at work and rarely took a break, which would explain why he talked in his sleep at night. Richtofen's eyes lit up and he focused his attention on Milz once again.

"Zhis one time, long, long ago, before you yourself vere born, I put together a grand scheme zhat vould allow me to take over and rule zhe vorld!" An evil laugh followed this and yellow eyes grew wide with excitement.

"And then what happened?"

The Doctor's evil laughed ceased almost immediately and his shoulders slumped.

"It failed." he murmured. "I vas so close, I could taste it!"

The man grasped the air with his boney fingers as time reversed within his mind. He was in his space suit and in his usual black gloves. He was in front of the computer he needed to complete his plans. The word 'ERROR' flashed on the screen in red. He was so close. So so close. So close.

"Daddy?"

The illusion faded and he was back at home, face-to-face with his zombified son. It was fake. Perhaps his pills were wearing off again. Had it been eight hours already? My, how time flies.

"I'm sorry that your plan failed."

"So am I, Milly." Edward whispered, then shook his head, ready to get the conversation over with. He didn't know how long the haze would last before the voices would come back and start telling him to do things.

"What should I do to stop the kids?" the brown-haired boy questioned, intrigued by his father's minor space-out.

"Tell zhem 'no' and escape. Rid yourself of zhe symbol of authority und end it." Before Milz could reply, the Doctor sent him away. "Go to your room, I vill tuck you in shortly."

The zombie pretended that his mouth was sown shut and slid out of his seat. He left the kitchen without another word. Richtofen rose from his seat and dashed over to the other side of the kitchen, thrusting open a drawer and withdrawing a knife. He quickly found himself a ceramic rod sharpener and sharped the knife as fast as he possibly could. Something was wrong. It hadn't been eight hours. It'd only been six since his last pill.

The Nazi laid his right hand flat down onto the wooden counter and spread his fingers. He began to stab the blade between each of them from left-to-right. He got as close to the webbing in his fingers as he possibly could.

"Vhat iz zhis?" he growled. He didn't hear the front door open. "Vhy are you toying viz me?!"

Richtofen's mind flashed back to the Moon. Was he finally losing his mind?

"Stop! Stop! Stop!" the sadist yelled. "Stop reminding me of mein failures!"

Another hand grabbed his left and the game stopped. The German jerked his head up to meet eyes with a concerned Takeo.

"You are not the only one."