A/N: Here's another chapter before the year ends. Sorry for the lateness. I hope you guys enjoy Richtofen's thoughts on the current events. I would also like to make one thing clear:
I DO NOT want to enter ANY contests on ANY other websites. I WILL NOT enter my work and PLEASE DO NOT ENTER MY WORK FOR ME. I am sick and tired of receiving messages to enter my stories on other websites. The answer is NO.
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Entry #4701
Dear Diary,
More strange, peculiar ordeals have been happening recently. It's nothing too dangerous, but also nothing to brush to the side. My roommates and I have started to find that parenting isn't as big of a deal. I have noticed that Milz has become more independent and has been trying his best to impress us. This, however, is only his most recent behavior. During the long, boring, dull month of September, I enrolled Milz into a local elementary school. His first day was chaos. He delt a spoonful of pain to a boy named Jacob, resulting in his suspension. I must admit though, I was rather pleased to hear that blood was shed.
Following his return back to school, Milz became more bratty and demanding. He apologized for this behavior, only to once again display it no less than 24 hours later. I believed that this was just one of the many stages of his growth, but Nikolai and the others believed otherwise. We talked of this for quite sometime and I began to look more into why he may have been acting this way. I found nothing important and my search was only brief.
Yesterday night, Milz and I sat down for dinner. A delicious human stuffed liver: a recipe that I've been working on for quite sometime. My comrades bailed and ran away for the night, forcing some Doctor-Son time at the dinner table. Milz asked for advice about children worshipping him at school. He asked me if I'd ever experienced being a King and instead of simply thinking of my failure on the moon, I felt as though I was reliving it. I felt as if I were back on the moon, facing up to the downfall of my plans for world domination. I began to think that my pills were beginning to fade on me, but that was not the case. It had only been a solid four hours since my last dose and I was already hallucinating.
The others experienced the same ordeal and this got me thinking. Someone or something is manipulating us and our child. I have yet to find out who/what.
In other news, I conducted my first test with my new teleporter. The first test failed as the subject, Dempsey's right sock, disappeared, but did not return. The teleporter is supposed to take away and give back, using only one pad, but it still does not work completely. I will go back to my prototype, as the main project still has a few minor kinks to work out.
Hopefully, within the next few months, more questions will be answered and more riddles will be solved.
Work In Progress,
Doctor Edward Richtofen