???'s POV
I'm starting to realize just how intimidating his tower is from the ground. I remember it being the butt of all our jokes when i was little. the lair itself was only three rooms, a kitchen, the living room, and a giant freakin' lab too i guess. But he felt the need to build it on a freaking volcano. No, not a mountain, the mouth of a volcano. Something about that just seemed funny back then.
Now as i climbed up these stairs -reevaluating my life choices- I know why. It's a him thing to do.
Yeah, he could just build like a tower and that'd definitely suffice, but why a tower when there's a perfectly good volcano across the street. Yeah, he could just create a gun to mind control all of Townsville, but why do that when you can take over the closest milk factory- change the formula to involve his special little kicks- manage advertising so your product is the only milk anyone drinks, get rid of some competition before finally, finally having his plan just fall apart at the seams.
God, these stairs are a form of torture of in itself. It's almost funny in a way. He really is a genius. He's just... intricate and precise. For anything else that'd be a killer freakin. combo. But he's also really unfortunate.
Father calls him a really useful waste. A genius no doubt, but easily manipulated and blided by his obcessions. At first I wasn't even going to come here, I have connections and listening to him drag on and on about nonsense seesms like a big waste of time.
I could have summoned a TV, but he might have the answer I need and be blinded enough not to find it suspicious that i want them.
So here i am wasting my time with stairs. I sware if he doesn't know anything im at least going to demolish all the stairs in the city. Then maybe he'll use all that intimate genius of his to build an elevator.
...This is the first time I've ever walked these stairs. I never even stopped to consider taking them. I remember just flying in and being met with scolding, jokes. I was always dirty too... There was never a day I came back in and didn't have mud in my hair after I learned to fly at least.
I chuckled a bit as I looked down at the park I could still hear the laughter although the people were starting to resemble thumb tacts. Just blobs and colors. If there were times like that. Where I was clean. I guess I just don't remember it.
I wonder what he looks like now. I even find myself curious in what the room looks like. Does he still eat the same thing for breakfast everyday? Does he still tilt all his gadgets to randon degrees cause he's paranoid some random deity is gonna come in, touch his stuff, and steal his secrets... Okay, break his secrets.
One things that's not fuzzy is how cool his things looked. And how easy they were to use. I mean a bunch of six year olds could figure out how to take his combat suits for a joy ride at any time of the day and be just fine. God, taking his Mega Suit every weekend was almost a tradition.
The door is finally visible by this point. I wonder what this place would look like if I managed to stay... Him said he couldn't get out and chase his life long delusions when I came along. At least not as often, he had to choose between keeping me a secret and going after the rush of having his face smeared across the rubble every other day.
Seems like a simple choice to me. I don't really remember it, I was young and we haven't exactly been knocking down each other's doors to share life stories. I was taught to let go of the past anyway. I sighed as I stared down the door I almost walked into like a dunce.
It's a lot smaller than i remember. I couldn't help but notice how cold the metal only seemed to be. It's crazy how when you grow up you realize how non friendly things can be.
I rang the door bell afew times. I wasted my time on the stairs, I refuse to waste any more by being ignored.
...Nothing... This time i rang the bell as fast as I could without breaking the poor thing. I waited a second. Ther's no way he didn't hear that. After all that I can't just walk back down empty handed. I need this.
Then a light tapping rang out like an alarm, I didn't even realize I was tapping my foot until I looked down. I don't know why I'm so anxious today, it took all my will power to stop this monotonous task of just... being an idoit. Alright... Just swallow down your growl and breathe.
I looked at the door itself this time and raised my hand. Just three firm knocks. Okay.
"You are interrupting my mid day nap!" He started yelling before he even swung the door open, takeing two steps outside staring me down with venom and hatred already. "Why are you here? I have important work to do, such work requires an evil genius -such as myself- to be well rested, which means you should not be here. Are you an evil genius?"
"I-" I wasn't expecting this. Crap, okay. I took a step back to collect myself before turning into my business persona. I've dealt with far worse people. "Well, no. I'm sorry about your nap, but I'm sure I can make it clear why I'm here in due time. Can I come in? Tho-"
"No." SLAM
I- He... No!?
That's it! "Listen for one minute, Mama!" I screamed out. He's such a pain in the- Ah... There was a door there a second ago... wasn't there? Mama stared at me from the kitchen looking like he would have been pouring a cup of coffee if the mug wasn't currently shattered across the floor.
We stared at each other for a while longer before he finally looked away. I couldn't tell what he was thinking, or feeling and he wouldn't look at me. He washed his hands, and fixed his robe before playing with a few dials and buttons. He wasn't acknowledging me, but he wasn't telling me to leave either... I slowly made my way inside, careful not to trip over the front door.
Suddenly a metal sheet crashed close behind me where the door once stood. All of the windows followed suit on after another. I took a breath as he took his seat on the couch. With two new mugs out, despite the one he dropped still being where he left it.
"Coffee?"
Blossom's P.O.V.
"So tell me why I'm here again?" I sat on his work bench as he mulled over whether or not he wanted to ignore me.
"Well, I've been working on a new transportation system, it's actually rather interesting-" When he adjusts his glasses like that I just get the subconscious need to interrupt him before he talks himself and me to death.
"You need a test dummy, don't you?"
"Well, I was going to use my idiot sister, but I didn't think you'd approve. By process of elimination... It'd only take a moment of your time." this guy...
"Ever try not experimenting with any live subjects? It's not too hard, just, don't stick anything inside of anything." He grabbed my hand.
"That's wonderful, peaches. But if you would you be so kind as to stand right here?" He shooed me into an area marked with a big red X. Oh, breaking out the classics now, are we?
"You didn't listen to a word i said, did you?" He smiled softly, I couldn't tell if he was satisfied or laughing at me. But I want to wipe it off. "You weren't."
"Don't stick items into humans. Done."
"I said said anything into anything"
"Right, don't stick anything inside inanimate objects. Done."
"Dexter!" Geez... I have stop to put a lot of energy into stopping myself from laughing and i hate it.
"Relax, I've more than earned the title 'boy genius', I cut through reverse split dimensions like a lawn mower lays down the law on grass." He actually seemed proud of himself, he's been studying similes.
"Haphazardly and unprecised?"
"Yes." Okay. God I hate when he tryies to charm me into going along with one of his- what's that sound? "Now I'm bringing down the glass cylinder to contain as much outside influence as possible, then I'm going to realse the air pressure inside the vacume. So hopefully with these precausions you don't end up all over my laboratory when you explode, or something."
I sat down on the floor and tried my best not to groan... I closed my eyes as I listened to him type away at the key board at a steady speed. It's nice to see him in his element. The way he looks at his specimens and robots and just starts getting lost in his own world of facts and procedures. It's nice. Even if I don't quite understand everything being said. I opened my eyes and looked around his lab, or at least however much I can see from here. Dexter says before he moved to Townsville he had an old one much much bigger than this one. The only things he brought from the old one is Computer and Monkey. He might hate farms and nature and all that. but I think being able to expand his lab as far as he wants without the fear of neighbours getting wise is one of the only reasons he doesn't complain as much.
This is his world. And just me being here right now means I'm apart of that. Which is nice. "Alright. I've triple checked the safety procedures, if you explode there's no possible way any part of my lab will be ruined. I hope you can feel at ease with that information."
"You're really going to drive that point home, aren't you?"
"Of course. It's very important." He laughed. Well at least he's enjoying himself. "So, we can begin." I try my best to give him a confident smile, nodding. He must appreciate the gesture cause he stands up straighter, everything from the look in his eyes to the way he adjusts his lab coat screams that he's in completely lost in his zone. "Computer!" Even his voice dropped an octave.
'Yes, Dexter?'
"Please, be a dear and check the system once more before you begin to empty chamber 12 of any substance."
'Right away, Dexter.'
Dexter finally left his place by the panel he was practically sewn to, to grab a clip board and start scribbling away from a screen I can't quite read, not cause it was too far, it just wasn't facing me.
'I've finished the maintenance, Dexter'
"Yes, yes. You may begin, Computer." He didn't seem to be really paying attention to her, caught up in whatever he was doing.
'Yes, Dexter'
Suddenly a bunch of machines came to life, light cuing the whirling and chimes all loud and pretty disorienting to be honest. I sighed and stood up figuring it was go time. Dexter was still looking at that screen. Suddenly the machines got alot louder everything came together to make almost a song, not really comforting but just-
BANG
I jumped and turned to see Dexter pressed against the glass he was saying something, screaming something I couldn't make out. "Dexter?" I only got enough time to observe afew tears streaming down his face before there was a searing pain shooting throughout my entire body then darkness.
(A.N- And there it is. chapter what? 10?
"Yes actually. You actually kept track?"
Well yeah, I'm not that neglectful. I do at least check in before I upload. It's the least I can do. I hope you all enjoyed. I'm gonna cut this short this time. See yah, peeps!)
