"…He IS Shifty's…" Lammy sighed. Mime couldn't believe what he just heard.
The both were at the park, where Emmet was outside playing with Cub.
"Shifty…h-he got annoyed by his brother because after he met me, he became less interested in chaos and stealing or chicks. So, he wanted to teach both him and me a lesson…" Lammy explained. Mime sighed. He signaled that he was sorry. Lammy continued.
"I found out that Emmet was his pretty much right away…around then, I decided to keep it a secret from Lifty. I never wanted to hurt his feelings. Shifty knew this…so he blackmailed me. I had to let him live in my apartment, clean up every mess he made, basically I was his Slave…" Lammy trailed off. She looked away.
"Around 5 months later, I did something wrong…I tried to kill him…But so he could leave. I was so foolish. So foolish to even try and to hope he never came back…I lost Mr. Pickles that night…To me, his death wasn't in vain…" she stopped for a second, then looked back at Mime, who was almost in tears.
"The stupid incident made me drink a couple times that month. My fault for causing Emmet's condition. I finally told Lifty, who didn't really care if it wasn't his, but he did hate his brother more than ever, now. Emmet doesn't know…" she finished.
Mime thought for a second. That's why Lifty hates Shifty…And Emmet's Blindness…but…
"If you don't mind, can you do what you do best and not tell anyone about this. Especially Emmet." Lammy requested. Mime nodded.
~later~
"Tell him." Shifty growled. Mime looked shocked.
"B-But why?"
"The boy deserves to know…plus one less brother to visit just to see an albino raccoon that is your son." Called Shifty. Obviously he was in the state of hung-over and still drunk. More on the hangover side, though. Mime stared. Despite his efforts to torture lammy and his history of theft, murder, and illegal gambling and drug dealing, he was a good guy somewhere. SOMEWHERE.
"'Sides, I'd want someone to tell me my dad isn't actually my dad, and that I belonged to someone else. The kids want truth, Mime, old bud…" Shifty burped. "Who are you to be deprive him o-of it…?"
Mime swore a couple of harsh words to himself. The drunken thief made a point for once. It was about then Mime found Emmet coming out of the bathroom, finding a lizard, some pirate hats, and toy pez guns. Mime didn't want to know about the lizard.
"What do you want to do today, Peter Parker?" Emmet asked the lizard. Mime smiled, slightly, then frowned again, remembering that he may have to tell him about his real father…and to either watch him become heartbroken, scarred, or even happy.
Oh, how to tell?