G'day, my droogies!

So, I'm going to show you guys something. I'm sure some of you may have heard or read about the MBTI Personality Types. Google it up if you need to. Basically, one person's personality type is measured up in 4 letters; The first letter is if they're extroverted or introverted, and the rest of the letters signify other aspects. So anyway, I've discovered that Alex DeLarge has been typed by many fans (and by good typists in general of course) as ESTP. So with that in mind, my OC's type is going to be INFJ. (Hey… that's my type too!)

With that in mind, here's chapter 2!

Chapter 2

"So… They've captured another one, eh?"

"Such a shame. Haven't they learned already through our son?"

"Some lessons are never learned, I'm afraid. Some people just never follow through."

I venture to the eat-in kitchen to viddy my poor ol' em and papapa, sitting and govoreeting together over the small kitchen table. Not much has changed in the past couple of years since I've been released from the hospital when I tried to snuff it after much psychological suffrage has been inflicted upon me, O my brothers. The apartment is still the same, same furniture and the same old cal on the telly every day of the week. Em is still the same ol' baboochka and pee is still the awkward mess of an embarrassment that I still call my own father to like keep up with my own appearances, you see. I still rabbit for the government, pushing pencils and typing up paper after paper, nothing too hard for Uncle Alex to sweat over. It's still a horrorshow pay… Medical coverage and all the wonderful breaks I can take, so that I can keep in touch with my parents and my droogs. (Droogs who don't perform the old Ultra-Violence, oh no no no.)

I itty in a bit closer, all dressed in the height of business fashion, and I form a cruel malenky grin before I make for the kill…

"Hi hi hi there!" I boldly announce as I make a few steps towards em to bend down and give her a wet one on her fair cheek, "Surprised much, are we, yes?"

"Alex!" Em whispers in absolute delight, standing up to give me a tight hug, and I returning hers. We stay like that for like a short moment before she leans back to take a good viddy at her son, smiling and her glazzies welling up. I roll my own.

"Oh, come come come now, mother dear! You mustn't cry over Alex, he's a big boy now, you see!"

Em shakes her gulliver a malenky bit, dabbing her mascara-tainted tears from her cheek with her manicured fingers, "Oh, I know… You know how big mama gets when she doesn't get to see her son more often than she likes. Animals of the wild even after years of letting go of her offspring will still shed tears from time to time."

That's when I viddy gloopy pee standing up to give Uncle Alex a small, awkward smile, that disgusting rot of his still smell more foul than a fishing bay.

"Alex… You're back." He reluctantly straightens up with a forced smile.

I gently let go of em, giving that man that is my father an evil grin, "Indeed I am. Oh, you want me to tell you why, is that it, dad?" I ask in a very snippy, sarcastic tone, "Hmm?"

Pee immediately backs down, but never the less I slooshy him mutter underneath his breath, "Maybe."

I sneer, viddying back at em and then back at him again, "I was thinking of staying over here for a couple of weeks, if you don't mind me, yes?"

I could viddy pee's litso fading to white and slooshy em clapping her tiny rookers happily before answering, "Oh, yes, Alex, yes! You can certainly stay here!"

"N-Now, Sheila," Pee stammers, lifting his rooker in mid-air, "Let's not get too overly excited now, yes? Never mind that. Now Alex… Why stay here?"

"Well, why the hell not?"

"Philip!" Em whispers, her litso all scrunched up real ugly, "How could you ask such a question? To our only son, at that!"

I smile maliciously, a brilliant plan like sprouting in me old gulliver, and very skorry my litso forms into misery, "Oh… it appears my own pee doesn't love Little Alex anymore… What's to say he will even remember my own birthday that's like coming up real soon 'round the corner, right right?"

Em shoots me a worried look before giving a fierce one at dad. I guff on the inside. O, what fun it is to play these eegras with my gloopy parents.

"Now Sheila," Pee comes over to em to like swing his arm around her pletchos with a smile scrawling over his aged litso, "Darling, love of my life… I could never forget our son's birthday. Aside from that, however, haven't we already made plans with a family friend of ours for this month, yes?"

Em hesitates before nodding with a sigh, "Yes… Yes, she's going to come over, I remember."

I frown and finally chip into the oddi-odd conversation, "She? Who is this she, if I may ask so kindly?"

"Well do you not remember, Alex?" Em smiles gently, "Our family friend Margaret and her daughter, Riley. Do you remember?"

"Riley… It doesn't ring a bell, em." I shrug, turning around to go to the living room where I have left my suitcases in. I sit down in the couch and turn on the telly, immediately viddying the weather channel. Em finally walks into the room to come sit next to Uncle Alex. She smiles before gently brushing her fingernails into my fair voloss, me not reacting so she can continue to do so with much confidence. That's when I realize pee comes in to sit down on the other couch with a chasha of white coffee.

"Well, I'm sure if you see Riley tonight," Em says, still raking my luscious glory, "It'll all come rushing back to you, son. You and her used to play together all the time when you were wee babies."

"I'm sure not," Pee chumble, taking a sip of his coffee without turning his gulliver or even his glazzies at us, "Alex can't remember of his days of youth, naturally. He's all grown and proper now."

I watch him intently, staying silent and trying to remember this Riley.

But, so far I can't. He's right.

It's always strange to go back to your natural habitat. To go back to the place where you like grown up in and have had many horrorshow memories in there. Em took me to my old bedroom where all that's left is my empty bed, the vanity, and the night table. All of the extra stuff are all gone, naturally, since I've departed from my parents nest and flew away into the sunset down to a better, more independent life, you see.

Still, I make myself comfortable. I open up my suitcase to place a small and skinny portable computer on the vanity table, such a device that all the lewdies like to call "laptops". I'm not too big on technology, me being a bit old fashioned and all, but whatever keeps up with my appearances of looking modern and right in the gulliver, right right?

I open up the big cabinet underneath the bed, where I used to put my pet snake here, bless his wretched soul, and put in all of my clothes in there… Since I have these two weeks off from work, I have only brought in my pajamas, bath robe, and shorts with comfortable t-shirts to lounge around the house in. Of course, me being oomny, I've also brought just a few outside platties in case I need to like go out and explore this vast big world, you see. As far as you know, I am not so much of a homebody as I'd like to be.

I would have explained all the other malenky cal I've brought in from my own apartment, but of course, em had to interrupt.

"Alex! Supper's ready!"

I come out of my room dressed in my white cotton t-shirt and black plaid boxers, stifling a yawn and ittying to the eat-in kitchen, immediately I could smell my em's famous dish of meat loaf, mashed kartoffel drenched in gravy sauce, and sweet peas with a side of buttered biscuit. Home sweet home.

I find myself viddying at pee already chowing down his dinner without waiting for me or mum to scarf down our own with him. Impatient bastard. I roll my glazzies subtly before sitting down directly the opposite of him, and that's when em places down the plate with my dinner sitting on top it right in front of me.

"Welly welly welly, you seem to have remembered my favorite dinner right down to the last detail, yes?" I smile at em, all charming and sweet, earning a kiss on the side of my forehead from her.

"Think of it as a 'Welcome Home' dinner, son," Em walks back to the kitchen not too far from us to get her own plate, before she itties back to the kitchen table to sit down next to me, "I'm just so happy you've decided to visit us."

Pee just sits there quietly, staring at his red wine.

We continue to quietly eat our dinner, just like all these past years when I used to live with them. We all never really understood the meaning of dinner conversations while you eat, since we can all agree that it's a waste of time, not to mention you'll make your food cold if you forget about it for too long while having an in-depth conversations with other people. We just thought it was all chepooka, really. We have had many TV-Dinner nights before, but we only do that in the weekends, and they were quite the horrorshow memories, O my brothers.

I was about to finally finish the meat loaf, when I slooshy the zvonock ringing. Pee straightens up awkwardly and nods his gulliver at us, "I'll go get it."

He pushes himself away from the kitchen table and gets up to itty to the back of the apartment, and I shrug before continuing to finish off my dinner. I could faintly slooshy the door swinging open, my pee guffing a malenky bit, some footsteps there… the door swinging back close… the sound of a bag retreating to the floor… footsteps coming closer and closer to us with each passing second…

"Look who has come." Pee announces.

I turn my gulliver towards pee and there, right next to him, stands a petite devotchka, dressed in a charcoal gray ruffle tiered dress with a black cropped cardigan over it, black ballet flats on her small feet, and a charcoal gray cloche hat to finish it all off. She seems that of a true dama, O my brothers, standing tall and proper yet not too arrogantly so. Her pale plott seems to bring out her dark brown glazzies, and it was then I noticed her mousy brown voloss that like hung around her litso real horrorshow.

"Riley, darling!" Em quickly stands up to rush over to our guest, giving her a hug and planting a quick one on her forehead. Em is a very affectionate soomka, you see. I had to hold myself up when I could viddy poor Riley appearing a malenky embarrassed and reluctant to accept all these affections from someone she hasn't seen in so long.

"Was the trip long? Are you alright?" Em asks, rubbing her rookers on Riley's pletchos. Pee on her other side is viddying down on Riley with a genuine smile, just like a real papa bear would when he gets to see his daughter again after so long. O, I see; Riley gets his respect, but not from Yours Truly?

Riley's litso reddened before she whispers, "Just a bit. I'm okay now, thank you for asking…"

I stand up and itty towards them, standing real tall and mighty over this small ptitsa, and she immediately viddied up at me with wide dark glazzies. I smirk.

"Welly welly welly! You must be the infamous Riley-sweetens," I bravely took her small rooker into my own, giving her an evil malenky grin before giving her rooker a little kiss, my glazzies never wavering nor blinking, "'Tis a pleasure to finally see you again after all these years."

"… And you must be Alex," She replies, her glazzies breaking away from my litso towards the side and downwards. O? A shy one, are we?

"The one and only," I beamed, letting go of her rooker and turn to Em, "She's a darling, mum. It's too bad I still can't remember all of our times together back then."

Em gently smiles at me before giving Riley's pletchos one last squeeze, "It's all fine, maybe now you two can get acquainted all over again. Riley will sleep in the living room where she can go to the kitchen any time she wants in case she gets hungry, and she'll have the telly all to herself."

"Wonderful then," Pee nods, "I'll go set up the small bed right now, then. Riley, you sit in the table where Sheila whips you up some dinner."

Riley nods a bit awkwardly so before em leads her to the table. As Riley walk past me, for a split moment there, I catch her viddying at me with a very strange look. It's the kind of look that reads, "Don't hurt me. I'm innocent and I don't want to get hurt."

I watch intently as Riley sits down on the table before taking off her hat, straightening herself up and keeping her glazzies down. I find myself staring at her for a while before I can feel my goobers forming a malenky grin…

She's a weak one. And I'm going to mess with her for all the time being I'll stay here for my amusement and pleasure.