Being a dictator was tough, especially when you practically lived off of coffee and five hours of sleep per night.
Betrayus himself was at the desk in the former Round House's presidential office, continuously signing his name on document after document while little Pac played in the corner of the room.
Some days he regretted adopting that yellow orb, others he felt that the little guy made his job worth it. It had been a year since then, and as the yellow one's body grew, so did his appetite and needs. And it wasn't just food the little one munched on- oh no, he seemed have a taste for anything he could get his tiny little fingers on.
It had been a busy sort of day, people coming and going, more and more papers to sign, the list went on. It would be a lie to say he wasn't in a bad mood. He was pressing the pen so hard onto the paper that it nearly ripped, the force from his grip threatening to snap the writing utensil in half.
This was it- the day he snapped all over again. All of Pac World was going to feel his wrath once more, he was going to-
"Daddy!"
Betrayus paused. That voice… the only other orb in the room with him was…
"Daddy", Pac said again.
"What… what did you just call me?"
He looked down at the yellow orb who had just approached him, who had the sweetest of smiles written on their features. "Daddy! I wuv you daddy!" Pac wasted no time in throwing himself on his adoptive father's leg, hugging it tightly.
Betrayus froze and let out a loud gasp, dropping his pen which landed on the desk with a subtle clack. As much as he wanted to shake the little orb off of his leg, he would also hate to make them cry. Overall, he had no idea how to feel, as being on the receiving end of affection was almost a foreign concept to him.
He began to tremble, his mouth falling open and tears appearing in his red eyes.
"Daddy", baby Pac said in a saddened, concerned tone.
"I- er, daddy's okay." He picked little Pac up and set him down in his lap much to the yellow one's delight. "I wuv you', little Pac said again as he nuzzled his face into Betrayus' body.
Betrayus tried to speak, but all that came out was a small sound resembling a hiccup.
"I…", he began, "I… love you too." He was surprised at his own words, as it was the first time in years that he had said that and actually meant it.
Then, he felt it. A feeling welling up from deep inside of him, one he hadn't felt in a very long time. It was happiness.