Kit and Fudge we're now back at home as the young racer sat on the living couch trying her best not to scream. As she hugged Kit who was crying in her chest,
"I'm going to beat Shang and Sub-Zero until they're crying for their mommy's." Fudge muttered. Kit pulled away from his wife,
"No. We don't know if they did it we can't just blame them. Plus it isn't so bad let's just ignore it." He said.
"But Kit we have to fight back." Fudge responded,
"No." Kit said firmly; "Your pregnant. And not only that but if you go into Mortal Kombat that place is a deathtrap! None of us have any reason to get involved. If people don't like us, you, or me who cares! I'd rather have a family then no family because of some stupid rumors!" Fudge was wide-eyed as her husband spoke. He sounded like he was actually lecturing a child.
"But-" Fudge said,
"But nothing! We can deal with this after are kid's are born and after your back in shape and recovered!" Kit argued back.
"But then everyone will start to make fun of our babies." Fudge said,
"And if they do I'll deal with it! I'm not gonna allow you to throw yourself into danger! So please I beg of you just try to relax. And if I even hear you we're near any Mortal Kombat character. We're. Gonna. Talk." Kit said. He then kissed Fudge on the cheek,
"I just want to keep our family safe. Now come on we need some sleep." He said. Fudge muttered something under her breathe but followed Kit upstairs the same.
*
Later the night Fudge woke up around midnight mostly because of her babies kicking. But she was grateful for it this time, she got out of bed. Fudge then went to one of her dresser drawers and pulled out a pair of while in-ear headphones. They glowed sapphire blue for a moment as Fudge shut the drawers. She then silently walked over to Kit and put the headphones in his ears and as she did they glowed even brighter.
Fudge knew Kit (for the most part) was a rough sleeper. But she wanted to make sure that her husband would wake up before she left. Fudge got dressed in a cream and brown colored sweat suit. She didn't feel like dressing in anything else; she then pulled out her new headphones and put them on. Fudge then carefully (and silently) walked down the stairs; once she got down. She went to the garage and drove her kart to a place she thought she'd never go.
There was pounding at her door as a s'ghetti haired girl jumped at the noise. She snarled,
"Who ever is at my fucking door…" The girl said. She then got up and walked out of her room and to her front door. The girl turned on the lights as a very sour tempered Pucker Bittcid was revealed. She opened the door and looked down to see Fudge. The small racer looked exhausted and annoyed as she looked up at her sworn enemy.
"What do you want!? Do you know what time it is!?" Pucker questioned,
"Look. I need your help with something. I would go to my friend's but they care about my safety and you don't." Fudge said. Pucker rolled her eye's,
"No way. There is nothing you can say to get me to-" She said until Fudge countered it with.
"I'll get you a date with Dr. Lolli."
Silence rained as Pucker's brain was processing what she just heard. A date. With Dr. Lolli. Alone. Her face went red as she calmed slightly,
"How?" Pucker asked. Fudge giggled,
"Easy. I tell Dr. Lolli you want to see him at your place. Which is true and you set up your place like a date. And when Dr. Lolli steps in he realizes what is going on. But you know him he wouldn't want to be rude and bail." She said. Her enemy was a lose for words, as she thought once she was done she spoke.
"Girl if you we're a bad guy you'd be dangerous." Fudge shrugged, "But one more thing…." The young racer frowned.
"What?" She asked,
"You have to let me help you give birth to your twins." Pucker said. Fudge glared at her as her hands instinctively went to her belly.
"You won't hurt them….will you?" She asked, Pucker scoffed.
"Of course not. I may be mean but hurting babies would be a new low for me." She said, Fudge sighed.
"Fine." The young racer said,
"Good. Now get inside already I don't want anyone to know I'm associated with you." Pucker said. Fudge huffed indignantly before walking inside, she immediately sat in the kitchen.
"So what do you need me to do?" Pucker said with a smug grin,
"What I need you to do is follow me into Mortal Kombat and help me kick the asses of the creeps who's spreading rumors about Kit." Fudge said. Pucker's eye's widened,
"What—How—When—NO WAY!!!" She stammered.
"You already agreed so you have no choice. If you still refuse all bets are off." Fudge said, Pucker blushed. She sighed,
"Alright. But that place is a deathtrap, so we'll need to know who is doing this. And a plan to take them out." She said in defeat.
"Okay how long will that take?" Fudge said,
"Two months." Pucker said bluntly.
"WHAT!? I'll be six months pregnant by then! I'll barley be able to move!" Fudge exclaimed,
"Well knowing Mortal Kombat characters. They don't stop until their beaten and bruised and fully humiliated. So are we still with this or what?" Pucker asked. The young racer clicked her tongue as she thought this over. Finally she nodded,
"Alright. We need to make those bitches pay." Fudge said. Pucker smiled slightly;
"Ya know your actually pretty tolerable when your thirsty for revenge." She said.
"Thanks…..I think….." Fudge said, "By the way can I use your restroom?" Pucker's smile vanished. She rolled her eye's in annoyance,
"Down the hall." She said. And the short racer ran to the bathroom, as her sour tempered enemy shook her head.