A/N~Whew! This is a long chappie that I created! There is more of Amanda being a bitch in this chappie!
"Rawr!" Five year old Blake said, as she came out of hiding on the side of her bed having a bunny mask covering her sweet and innocent face. "Did I scared you, bubbie?"
"I was close to being scared." Ethan said, before walking towards his bed and place his handheld game onto his pillow.
"But, Uncle Mikey, Uncle T and Uncle Brad thought I was scary." Blake explained.
"Cause, they think you're cute, Sissy." Ethan said, sitting down on his bed. "But… see if you can try and scare Uncle T. He's in the living room, talking to Daddy and Uncle Mikey."
"Okay!" Blake said, happily, before placing the mask back and tip toeing her way into the living room and hid behind the corner to see Trevor talking to Carter facing away from Blake and Michael was next to them. Suddenly, Carter noticed that Blake was coming towards Trevor as she had her bunny mask on, and she tugged onto Trevor's coat.
Right before Blake was about to do her signature scare with her hands up to the side of her head, Trevor turn and looked down to see Blake as she didn't say anything while looking at him shocked.
"Aaaahhhh!" Blake gave out a loud scream before running away towards her's and Ethan's bedroom as Trevor was confused.
"Now, what was that about?" Trevor questioned, Michael and Carter.
"You're wearing a scary mask, that nearly scared the shit outta here." Michael explained.
Trevor's mask was a horror film killer mask as it had blood around the chin and right cheek area. "Well, thought Shrimp and the Little Man, might like their Uncle T taking them to a Halloween party with Tracey, Jimmy, Uncle Mikey, Uncle Brad and also Daddy."
"All you gonna do is get drunk, and lose one of them." Carter said, with his arms crossed. "Remember, when Blake was one year old and you 'accidentally' had the wrong baby and Macey nearly killed ya with a beer bottle?"
"Yeah, T, but thank God, Blake cried for us to find her." Michael said, remembering Blake's first Halloween as well.
"Die, monster!" Blake shouted running out of her's and Ethan's room with a soft foam tee ball bat and started swinging at Trevor's waist and legs repeatedly, as he fallen onto the floor and Michael and Carter were laughing in the background.
Trevor suddenly grabbed the bat away from the dark haired child, leaving the dark haired child scared of the masked Trevor.
"Shrimp, why are you hitting your Uncle T?" Trevor questioned, tossing the foam bat to the side.
"You ain't my Uncle T! You're a monster!" Blake shouted, having her small hands balled up.
Blake jolted up out of her sleep as she looked around to see herself, sitting down on her bed with her silk lavender bedspread and Impotent Rage soft blanket around her body, before removing it to see that she wore a white table top and her hot pink boyshort panties.
'What the hell happened last night?' Blake thought to herself, as she felt the sudden pain of her right arm hurting and look to see that her untattooed forearm had white rough bandages around it, with three different neon colored band-aid holding it down.
Then she noticed Touka, still asleep on one of Blake's pillow, before reaching out to touch her, until...
"Oww…" Blake said softly, as she smelled her own breath and even tasting it. It tasted like a sack of pennies and nickels had went down into her mouth and throat.
For some reason, she doesn't remember drinking last night before the FIB heist.
As she turns her head towards her left, she looked to see her emergency inhaler on the nightstand before Blake grab and examines it in her left hand.
'How did my emergency inhaler ending up here?' Blake questioned herself in her thoughts. 'Only Daddy supposed to have it, unless…'
"Hey, she's breathing normally, boss." Gustavo said.
"Okay, hope this new meds works for her." Michael said, as Blake felt her inhaler going into her mouth and the medicine going down her throat twice when he push the button down twice.
Coughing only a couple of times as she responded, Blake raised her body up to see that she was in the back of an ambulance with Michael, Franklin, Gustavo and Taliana.
"What happened? Did we finish the job?" Blake questioned, looking at everyone.
"Yeah we did." Michael said. "We all got out."
"Except for the helicopter guy." Blake said.
'Wait… the FIB building… I was in a fire with Daddy, Franklin and Gustavo, until I couldn't breathe… then… Momma…'
"Oh, you're awake." Amanda said, startling Blake as she turn around to see her underneath the door frame, before placing her inhaler back on the nightstand.
"Hey, what are you doing?" Blake questioned, swinging her legs out of the bed and Amanda walk towards the dresser and takes Blake's straightener iron. "You can't just steal things without asking, thief."
Amanda turned around to face Blake, now having her styling iron in her hands. "Who are you calling a thief, little girl?"
"I ain't a little girl anymore, and I'm calling you a thief cause Daddy told me about your little confrontation with the police when you stole from a fucking clothing." Blake retorted. "How fucking dumb are you?"
"Well, Michael needs to learn how to keep his fucking mouth shut around you." Amanda hissed, before leaving out of Blake's bedroom with the hair styling iron in her hands.
"Whatever, bitch…" Blake said, having her two middle fingers up in the air and turn around to face her own bed. "Now, I can't have my emo hair now, thanks to her. But where's my phone?" Blake said the last part, before remembering that her inhaler was on the nightstand instead of her phone where it should be charging.
"I guess I'm gonna have to steal Amanda's phone to look for it…" Blake said, before leaving her room and walked towards the master bedroom.
As Michael climbed downstairs after he was dressed for the day, wearing his blue jeans button up shirt and pants with brown work boots. Once he walked into the kitchen, he can hear the faint song of The Chain Gang of 1974's Sleepwalking playing somewhere to his left. He opened the refrigerator to see Blake's iFruit phone with the protective teal and violet phone case lying between the orange juice and a World's Finest Chocolate bar that had his name on, giving by Blake.
"Hello?" He answers the cold phone once he removed it from the refrigerator.
"Hey… uh… where's my phone?" Blake's voice was heard on the other end.
"In the fridge, sitting between some orange juice and a chocolate bar which belongs to me." Michael responded, before grabbing a packet of bacon from the pull out bin. "Blake, you came home drunk last night, you've probably don't even remember what happened."
Blake covered her mouth, remembering that she was drinking whiskey as Michael was slowly removing the half of a shotgun shells from out of her forearm, having Franklin and Lester by her side.
"Yeah, I did… I'll be down in a minute." Blake said, before hanging up Amanda's phone, and walked back towards her room to get dressed for the day.
The sizzling of bacon was heard as Michael stood in front of the stove, using a fork to flip over the maple syrup style bacon while trying not to get pop by the bacon grease.
"Hey, baby." Michael greeted as he noticed his wife walking into the kitchen, and look at him confused.
"Since when do you learn how to cook, Michael?" Amanda questioned.
"Ah, you pick up a few things when you're getting old." Michael responded, before looking back at the skillet. "And I've also learned from our little girl, of course."
"Tracey?" Amanda questioned.
"No, Blake… You've seen her cook round here, many times, Mandy." Michael said, while flipping over the bacon, hearing the sizzling sound feeling up the kitchen area. "Plus, I need a favor from you."
"Like what?" Amanda questioned.
"I need you to take Blake to school today, cause I have something do and it's important." Michael requested.
"You don't have nothing to do with your time." Amanda said. "And you're telling me to take her to school, when you laze around on your ass all day, damn it."
"Amanda, I'm not telling you, I'm asking you. It's just this one time, and that's it." Michael said, turning around to face him. "Can you do just one as a mother to her?"
"Morning, Daddy." Blake greeted nonchalantly and when Amanda noticed her, she left out of the house through the glass doors. "I was gonna greet her, but you wanna know what she did this morning."
"What she'd do?" Michael questioned, noticing his daughter wearing her Princces Robot Bubblegum anime shirt, with her violet hoodie tied around her waist and blue jeans shorts. On her feet was her favorite converse black high tops.
"Amanda done Godzillas her way into my room, and stole my straighter style iron that cost me two hundred dollars, when she and Tracey shares the same goddamn one! Which theirs is cheaper..." Blake explained, now leaning against the door frame of the kitchen area, looking at Michael with her arms crossed and her left foot heel onto the frame as well. "And then Tracey done baby oil her way into my room, asking for my makeup when I told her I don't have stripper makeup for fake ass blondies. Also Jimmy told me to buy some nunchucks for protection for no damn reason."
"Blakie Bear, you have to get used to them as your family." Michael said, before placing the bacon on a paper towel covered plate.
"They ain't my family, you are." Blake said, rejecting it. "You, Carter, Norah, Ethan and Charlie are, as long they ain't fakers in LS."
"I don't like that tone, Blakesleigh, no even one bit." Michael said, now facing her. "And what you did last night wasn't part of the plan. I thought someone spotted you while walking in the building."
"No, but almost got caught." Blake explained. "I was going into Agent Stevie's office and you wouldn't believe what I found out about Dickhead. He has a niece and she goes to my school. She also the girl who stalks outside of our house sometimes and I have a funny feeling about her."
"What make you say that?" Michael questioned.
Blake sighed before talking once more. "I don't know. By the way, have you heard from Carter after the whole gas station incident?" Blake questioned, referring what happened a couple days before the heist. Carter stop to get gas for black Bison truck and Charlie was in the backseat, sleeping in her carseat, until it got stolen by Usagi as Carter jump and held onto the back of the truck as it sped away and caught police's attention.
"His ankle's doing fine. Chill out." Michael said. "You can go see him and Charlie girl, after school."
"And what about the time when Norah needed the day off with Carter, and Ethan babysit for them?" Blake questioned, walking into the kitchen now having her hands on the middle counter. "They were only gone for only an hour and all of a sudden Charlie got taken as a breaking and entering happened silently during her nap and she was found in Carter's truck in her car seat with red lipstick on her forehead when Carter and Norah return."
"So, what are ya sayin', Blake?" Michael questioned.
"I think… she could be Usagi." Blake said.
"You need stop jumping into conclusions, this Usagi character… probably a wannabe person who could be a stalker, but trust me. I've known worse."
"Yeah, when you almost shit your pants when Trevor aim that gun at you and even when the triads got us." Blake said, before Michael walked towards her with two bacon sandwiches wrapped in paper towel.
"Here's your food." Michael said, before handing the two sandwiches to her. "The other sandwich is for Amanda. I didn't mention this, but she'll be taking you to school today, while I wait on Davey."
"Can I just skip school today? I don't want to be in her red convertible, hearing pop music and also hearing her nag." Blake questioned.
"No, you'll just have to survive the whole ride." Michael said. "And make sure you say thank you to her."
"Fine." Blake groaned, before Michael places a kiss on her forehead and left the kitchen with his sandwich.
Once Michael left the house, Blake held onto Amanda's breakfast before adding a secret ingredient for her sandwich by going into the cabinet and pulled out a glass bottle of Los Santos Cock Sauce in Volcano Heat.
"Oh, there you are." Amanda said, in her driver's seat of her red Sentinel as Blake walked towards her side. "I thought you went back to sleep."
"Well, good morning to you." Blake said, before handing Amanda her wrapped bacon sandwich filled with Los Santos Cock Sauce. "Here's your 'sandwich'." Blake said, before placing her black backpack in the backseat on her side, and climbed into the passenger side.
"Please don't talk to me. Please don't talk to me…" Blake said repeatedly in her mind, without looking at Amanda.
"Hey, listen to me, even though your mother is not here, it doesn't mean that you don't have to treat me like your aunt for the rest of your life." Amanda said.
"God, I don't wanna hear lip from outta her this morning. Alright, I think she needs to know a few rules about me…" Blake thought to herself, before turning her head to face Amanda.
"Listen, how the fuck am I supposed to trust as my new mother, since you don't care about me and not even my kitty cat or not my fucking life?" Blake questioned.
"Look, I'm trying my best to the mother you've ever wanted since you pulled the trigger back on Macey, for crying out loud." Amanda said.
"I'm glad I killed her, since she was such a controlling bitch like you."
"I am not controlling." Amanda hissed.
"Yes, you are!" Blake retorted. "You are one selfish bitch. Ever since I arrived here, everyone change except for Daddy and you change the most."
"I have not changed!" Amanda said, getting annoyed.
"Oh yeah, last I saw you, your boobs were flat as pancakes and now them jugs are round like melons, like Lunch's mother." Blake said. "Did you and Selena get matching boob jobs? And also I like you pudgy better back in Ludendorff, cause you were so cuddly and sweet smelling of impression perfume and now you're a skinny bitch with a cold heart and expensive perfume that Daddy don't even recognize any more from out of you."
"I am your new mother and you will treat me with respect, young lady. Once I get back home, I'm going to tell your father about your mouth." Amanda retorted.
"What are you going to say? I'm dying to know now… Oh wait, let me guess… 'Michael, your brat that you called daughter yelled at me and I yelled at her back.'..." Blake said, imitating Amanda, before returning back to back talking her. "And then Daddy will yelled at you about yelling about you, blah, blah, blah… and you won't hear the last of it."
"Why do I ever try?" Amanda scoffed. "You even sound like that angry gorilla."
"Then why do you try asking for sex from Daddy, instead of having sex with random people who are about ten years old than me?!" Blake questioned. "I had a funny feeling that frenchy bitch ass might have a sexual disease with that fake accent."
"Oh yeah, then what about Franklin? You have someone who's older than you as well. He's gonna be trouble, and he'll leave your ass."
"Alright, you know what? Fuck this!" Blake said, before climbing out of the red convertible. "Fuck you. Fuck those fake ass titties. And fuck your midlife crisis, bitch!" Blake said, while showing both middle fingers, before grabbing her backpack and climbing onto her electric blue motorcycle, leaving the De Santa driveway.
Having her right hand underneath her chin, Blake was stuck in her English class as she slowly falling asleep. She had one earbud in her left ear listening to Numbers by Daughter, before hearing a chime knowing that she'd received a message.
'Kortz Center, come alone.'
"Davey…" Blake said, silently before raising her hand and turning her head to see Steve Haines and her mother, Macey Rose, starring at her through the window from the courtyard. "Holy fuck!" She shouted, jumping out of her chair onto her two feet in shock.
Everyone in the classroom turn around to face the window, but they didn't see anything. No Steve Haines. No Macey Rose. No nothing. When Blake didn't see them, she suddenly burst out of the classroom with her black backpack before the teacher even notice.
Ethan Missildine walked down the hallway as they were quiet, before he felt a hand grasping onto his retro green Sprunk soda shirt as he jumped to see Olivia in front of him.
"So sneaky of you." Ethan whispered.
Olivia giggled before Ethan wrapped his arms around her waist as started kissing her. "I miss you…"
"Yeah, I miss you being on top of me." Ethan teased.
"Ethan…" Olivia said.
"What? You love riding me last night." Ethan said, before chuckling and he noticed that Olivia wasn't looking at his emerald green eyes, as her icy blue ones were looking at something else. "What's wrong?" Ethan questioned, now having his hands on her soft and rosy cheeks.
"No… it's her…" Olivia said with widened icy blue eyes.
"Who?" Ethan questioned, as he turn around to see Usagi, just a few feet away from them.
"Look…" Ethan said slowly, having his hand out. "We don't want any trouble…" Ethan said, before pulling out an SNS pistol from his jeans. "Get outta here, or you'll suffer from a descendant of the late notorious bank robber."
Suddenly, Usagi pulled out a combat pistol that had a silencer on the barrel of a gun. Aiming the gun at Ethan, he did the same thing while his other hand protected the frighten Olivia. Without a warning for Usagi, she was knocked out by a fire extinguisher by Blake, as she removed the mask.
"As if I didn't know… the fake Usagi is her!" Blake said, having her violet hoodie on her. "Chloe Rivers!"
"What's going on, Blake?" Ethan questioned, walking towards her. "What you do mean she's a fake? There's more than one?!"
"I'll explain later." Blake said, looking up at him. "Come on, I need you and Dad's help. The FIB's here looking for me."
"What is going on, Sissy, tell me now! Did you piss them off?" Ethan questioned once again.
"Like I said, I'll explain later. I need to find another outta here, before they find me." Blake said, before noting more FIB agents walking towards a teacher as they showed a picture of Blake and Ethan.
Suddenly, Blake and Ethan heard the academy's fire alarm system going off as it let out a loud blaring noise.
"Baby, you're such a smart and sexy cookie." Ethan said, as he noticed Olivia holding onto the fire alarm handle.
"And that's why you love me… now get out of here. Those FIB agents ain't no joke, I'll stay here and meet you back at the condo." Olivia said, before Ethan and Blake ran off.
"How did she knew that the FIB wasn't a joke?" Blake questioned.
"Ah, when you're dating someone who was also in Witness Protection away from a murderer, she attends to know everything about us." Ethan said, before slamming onto the door handle to see a huge crowd of freshmen, sophomores, juniors, and also the senior classes all bunched up together in the main courtyard as some of them try to run towards the parking lot through the school building when Blake and Ethan know it was a fake fire drill.
"Shit, I see some of the FIB agents in this crowd!" Ethan shouted over the yelling students.
"How we going to get passed through them?" Blake said, before noticing a steel chair being tossed in the air as the students were staring at it and shocked before hit the concrete ground.
Blake and Ethan looked at the steel chair as the students and the FIB agents were doing the same thing along with the teachers.
"Oh shit!" One of the FIB agents sweared before pulling out his pistol.
"I'M MAD!" One of the male students said out loud before a huge fight broke out in the courtyard.
There was students fighting students.
There was students fighting teachers.
There was even students fighting against the FIB agents.
"Well... I wasn't expecting that." Blake said, before hearing a whistling noise and noticing her best friend Lunch who looks different from her usual self.
Her hot pink hair wasn't that color anymore as it was back to a blonde color and she wasn't wearing her clothes she was wearing casual clothes. She wore a white button-up shirt and a black pencil neck skirt.
"Lunch?" Blake said, before Ethan grabbed her wrist and led her towards the parking avoiding the FIB agents and brawling students and teachers.
"Ah, see Davey were such great friends, huh?" Michael said, as he walked towards Dave Norton who was reading a newspaper. "We're old school, like old-fashioned things, newspapers and celluloid. Good guys. Bad guys."
"We're friends?" Dave questioned, tossing the newspaper away.
"I don't know you tell me." Michael responded, now standing in front of the FIB agent. "We did what you said right. Got those people off your back? Now you're going to do like you said and cut me and Blake loose, right?"
"Did you by any chance get Blake involved?" Dave questioned.
"Well, I only need her for the first part but that was it." Michael responded. "But she's all right at the moment. She's at school where she's safe and sound."
"You shouldn't have gotten her involved." Dave said. "Things are not going to turn out that way for you and her. There's a bit of a problem."
"That's right, Davey boy, you can say that again!" Steve shouted out loud, as Michael noticed him, Agent Sanchez and Lunch.
"Steve, I told you I will handle this."
"Oh right, because you've handled everything so fucking well so far haven't you?" Steve questioned, sarcastically walking towards Dave and Michael.
"Alright, I admit that's things have been a little unorthodox but-"
"Un-fucking-orthodox?!" Steve shouted. "You and that little cunt ruin my career! Agent Sanchez, arrest these men both of them. We'll get Blakesleigh Rose later."
"Whoa, whoa! Are you fucking kidding me?" Michael questioned. "Arrest me and Blake for what?"
"For every multiple fucking counts of crime under the fucking sun." Steve stated.
"Wait a fucking minute, you said that you're after Blake and now Mr. DS?" Lunch questioned.
"Lynnette, stay out of this." Steve said, holding his hand up in front of her.
"Well, let me rephrase that, why?" Michael questioned.
"Why?" Steve said the same thing, before pulling out his pistol and Michael did the same thing at the same time.
"Cause, you don't want me to testify in court about our business dealings, do ya?" Michael said. "And also saying that you are a rapist to my baby girl."
"I never laid a hand on her. She came onto me, that little cunt! Always acting honry around her little player boyfriend from the hood." Steve retorted.
"That's my little girl you are saying, Agent Dickwad!" Michael said, gripped onto his pistol.
"Agent Sanchez! I said arrest these two." Steve said once more, as Sanchez pulled out his gun and aimed it at Dave, doing the same thing as well.
Suddenly, they heard a click of a gun and look to see Lunch holding a revolver in her hand.
"You back away, dickhead!" Lunch retorted. "Even though Blake is my friend and hiding secrets away from people, I still love her as a friend-" Then yet again another click of a gun was heard, as Lunch saw in the corner of her eye to see Usagi having her combat pistol aiming at Lunch. "Oh shit…" Lunch said, scared as her revolver falling out of her hands and onto the ground, before having her hands up.
"So, you were trying to foil my plans, along with Davey, Townley and Rose, Lynnette?" Steve questioned.
"It's Lunch, asshole!" Lunch shouted.
Before everyone heard 'Now! Move in!' from the east side to where Dave and Michael were standing as they all turn their attention to see fifteen people were wearing super duty chest armor they can get Ammu-Nation. They had different animal masks on from pig, cat, horse, even unicorn and and also different weapons from pistols, assault rifles, and SMG's.
And standing in front of them was another Usagi and she had a pump shotgun with her, dressed in her violet hoodie on, along with her hot pink hair flowing outside her hoodie and her bunny rabbit mask covering her face.
"Well, well… looky what we have here… three FIB agents/rapist, a late but revive from the dead notorious bank robber, a blonde haired girl who pissed on her skirt and fake impression of me." Usagi said, as the crowd laughed at them.
"Wait, there's two of them?" Dave questioned.
"This is too crazy!" Lunch said.
Michael was looking at Usagi's crew as he noticed something very familiar on the guy on Usagi's left hand side. He had a sniper rifle that had initials on the barrel of the gun. 'C.J.G.' is what Michael saw as the other Usagi was next to Michael aiming her combat pistol at his neck.
"I can't believe that Usagi's working for you and that one ain't!" Michael said, as the Usagi who was with the crew held up her hand to aimed their weapons at the others.
"Drop the weapons now!" A familiar forties voice shouted through his dog mask, as Michael's blue eyes widened.
"You son of a bitch…" Michael whispered, looking at the person with the sniper rifle and dog mask on.
"Any last words?" A familiar voice questioned, as Lunch walked to the Usagi who had her combat pistol on Michael's neck.
"Chloe?" Lunch said. "Is that you?"
"Get back, Lynnette!" Steve gritted through his teeth.
"Wait!" Now a familiar teen shouted. "Before we all shoot our guns. This FIB crime makes me sick to my stomach and I want to reveal myself as the Usagi…"
Usagi used her left hand to remove the hood covering her head, showing her pink hair before ripping the mask off in front of them as they heard the band around her snapped. She closed her eyes and taken a deep breath, before moving the mask off to the side of her and letting it drop.
Michael, Dave, Steve and Agent Sanchez, the fake Usagi and Lunch's eyes widened as they finally recognized the pale facial structure of familiar teen, before Usagi opened her eyes to reveal red colored eyes. Then she reaches up and take out both eye contacts before dropping onto the ground and crushed them with her knee high converse black tops.
"No…" Lunch said surprised.
"Surprised?"
"Blake…" Michael said shockingly.
WHAT?! Blake is the real Usagi! She's the one who cause what happened in her Usagi chappie! I bet everyone is surprised that Usagi's here, but there was hints that she was her.
Blake's Bun-Bun, The pump shotgun that she received from Trevor for her birthday, the violet hoodie… Think about it!
Did anyone like how Blake backtalk Amanda, she doesn't care about her or Tracey or Jimmy, still! And she even put hot sauce aka cock sauce in her sandwich, this is some evil and bad ass stuff Blake be doing!
And that school fight with the students, teachers and FIB agents looking for Blake and Ethan. That was called the Steel Chair Effect.
You throw a steel chair at a huge crowd and everybody will get shocked at first, until it hits the ground. You wait for 5 seconds and then I huge fight breaks out at the same time! Ain't it awesome? I got it off my favorite TV show The Boondocks, it's really funny, try and search up the video clip.