"ZAT BOY OF YOURS IS OUT OF CONTROL", Buttocks shrieked as he burst into Betrayus' office.
Betrayus didn't look up from his paperwork, having heard all this before. "Mm-hm", he simply said.
"Just last veek he stole vun of my inventions, and on top of zat he painted my lab pink! PINK!"
Betrayus snickered a little.
"YOU THINK ZIS IS FUNNY?!"
"Boys will be boys, doctor."
"HE IZ FIFTEEN! MORE ZEN OLD ENOUGH TO BE RESPONSIBLE FOR HIS OWN ACTIONS! DO SOMETHING VITH YOUR CHILD! …or I vill."
Betrayus didn't look up nor did his expression change, but his grip on his pen visibly tightened.
"Doctor", he said in an unnaturally calm voice, "are you threatening my son?"
"I… er…"
"Because if you are, I will personally see to it that you are… dealt with."
"Um… nein! Not at all!"
"Good. Now get out."
The doctor didn't need telling twice, as he was out of there faster than the blink of an eye. He stomped down the hall, grumbling to himself. "Zat child is more trouble zen he's worth… if I had my vey about it I'd…"
"You'd what", rang out a smug, cocky voice.
"Oh… it's YOU."
In front of the doctor was the young heir, who was leaning against the wall, arms folded and with one leg crossed over the other. "Whatcha gonna do, doc", Pac asked, "vaporize me?"
"Don't tempt me."
"Ya can't do nothin, not without my dad killing you!" He stuck out his tongue much to Buttocks' ire.
"You pesky lemon ball, you-"
Pac held up a finger. "Watch it, butthead. Dad has eyes and ears everywhere."
Buttocks just narrowed his eyes at the boy and continued on his way. Pac just smirked. Being the heir to the throne sure was the best. Hardly any rules to follow, all you can eat, eventually being in power, all you can eat… speaking of that, his stomach started to rumble. After all, he had only had five meals today!
He strutted into the building's kitchen, and his nostrils were greeted with the scent of freshly made food. He went right up to the head chef, and tapped them on the shoulder. Ogle turned around, and once he saw who it was he just sighed.
"If it isn't young Pac."
"You know it! The usual please!"
"If you say so, kiddo."
Of course the usual meant whatever was being prepared at the moment. Ogle picked up a plate full of food and handed it to the boy, who wasted no time in gobbling it down- plate and all. "I'd prefer if you didn't do that… we have a limited number of plates you know."
"Oh please, as if plates are an endangered species! Just go buy more!"
Pac was satiated for now, and left the kitchen.
"If THAT'S gonna rule over us one day", Ogle groaned, "Pac World is DOOMED."
He truly was the spitting image of his parents, oh how he missed them so. Mr. C was hunched over at his work desk as usual, in the middle of (or trying to) designing a new plaything for the… heir. Honestly, it was a huge slap to the face more than anything else. Oftentimes designing new toys for Pac felt useless, as it usually took less than a week for them to be broken and he demanded a new one.
He truly only resembled his parents in appearance only- the rest of him was none other than Betrayus if not worse. He seldom got to see let alone interact with him, although sometimes he could faintly hear the racket of his occasional tantrums. Of all people to raise him, it just HAD to be Betrayus didn't it?!
15 whole years had passed since the start of his imprisonment, each seeming longer and more dull and draining than the last. He hated to admit it, but a part of him truly did dislike the young heir, much to his horror. But with Pac's loud, obnoxious demeanor could anyone really blame him?
He put the finishing touches on his latest blueprint and sighed. Let's just hope this one actually lasts long enough, he thought.