Alright, hey guys, CillianChamp here, and you may be wondering why I wrote a Family Matters fanfiction, I have this idea for a big action-adventure epic storyline featuring a couple of YouTubers and to see how dark Steve Urkel will be in this story.
I wasn't planning on writing it in the first place, but I've decided it could be fun to give it a try.
So, in this story, I'm going to do a first-person flashback, and I'll go back to normal in the present.
Okay, I've decided to update some more to make it a crossover type featuring a fourth-wall break and you guys can enjoy it. Thank you all for reading it, and I hope you can enjoy it.
Chicago, Illinois, streets are busy at night, everyone's walking through the windy city. The mall is getting ready for Thanksgiving and the upcoming Black Friday sale. The twin sisters Tia Landry and Tamera Campbell walked down the road.
"I'm telling you, mom will like it." Tia said to her sister.
"You sure?" Tamera asked.
"Yeah, I mean. This is different." Tia said. "I'm sure Ray will love it."
"Well, I hope he'll love his present. And I..." Tamera said before seeing the readers. "Oh, hello!"
Tia sees the readers.
"Oh, hey! Welcome to this story. We're here to tell the story." Tia said.
"And just to finish our shopping." Tamera said.
"I'm Tia." Tia introduced.
"And I'm Tamera." Tamera introduced. "We're the narrators of this story and you arrived here just in time so we can tell you all this tale."
"That's right. But this story isn't about us. In fact, this is the story about someone else." Tia said before stopping to look at the apartment building. "And he lives in that place."
It all happened in a dimly lit bedroom in an apartment. Shadows are dancing across the walls to the haunting melody of "Take What You Want" by Post Malone ft. Ozzy Osbourne & Travis Scott. Just then, an FBI agent named Steven Quincy Urkel. Once known for his nerdy demeanor, Steve now exudes a cold, icy presence. He lies in bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. The weight of twenty-six years of unresolved emotions bears heavily upon him. His bedroom, once filled with eccentric inventions and scientific experiments, now holds only remnants of the past, gathering dust in the corners.
"So, here I am, laying in my bed. Unable to sleep after a long time. In a few days, it'll be twenty-six years after what happened. I met her 31 years ago when my ex-fiancée and her ex-boyfriend set us up. I'm sorry to say that, but this isn't me you knew. This story you are about to read is extremely unpleasant. If you want to read a story about my old self, then I'm sure you can find a couple of them here on this website. However, if you like stories about what happened to me after I went to space, then stay as I retrace every one of my steps. My name is Steven Quincy Urkel, and it is my sad duty to tell you this tale."
Steve's eyes flicker with a mixture of sadness and detachment as memories flood his mind.
Note: Hold on. This is a flashback that is going to be in first-person. So hold on for that. Thanks; you can continue.
Sunday, November 29, 1998. That's the day it happened. I woke up one morning to make breakfast for my ex-fiancée, Laura Lee Winslow. She came downstairs one morning.
"Morning, Steve. Something's smelling good." Laura said, smelling breakfast.
"Oh, it's your breakfast, my sweet." I said to Laura, pulling up the chair.
Laura smiles and sits down.
"Volla," I said, serving.
"Wow, my favourite stuff. What's all this?" Laura asked me.
"Because I wanted to wish you a happy birthday." I said.
"Oh, thanks, Steve, but you don't need to do that." Laura said she was smiling.
"I know, but I want to." I said, smiling.
Laura's best friend Maxine Johnson entered in exciting news.
"Laura, you're never going to believe this! He's back!" Maxine said, smiling in excitement.
"Who?" Laura asked.
"Who?" I asked as well.
"Waldo!" Maxine said, excited.
"Waldo? Um, didn't he break up with you?" Laura asked.
"Don't remind me, Laura. But more importantly, he's willing to take me back!" Maxine said, smiling. "Oh, and happy birthday."
"Thanks. I'm going to go to the mall for a quick trip I'll be back tonight." Laura said this before turning to Steve. "Oh, did you book our reservation?"
"Yep, six tonight. Like you wanted." I said.
"That's why I love you." Laura said, smiling. "Have fun."
Laura exited the house, leaving me and Maxine.
"Hey, Steve, Eddie told me that you're planning to make Laura's birthday the best one there is." Maxine said.
"Yeah, I got Carl, Harriette, Estelle, and Rachel to join." I said to Maxine, smiling.
"Well, Waldo and I can help out if you want." Maxine said, smiling.
"Sure, that's no problem." I said.
I give Maxine a high-five, saying that the plan for Laura's birthday has begun. It's also her last birthday before she and I get married; at least we were.
That afternoon, Carl was walking in the living room, looking at the mail. Rachel and Richie are back for Laura's birthday.
"Alright, Uncle Carl?" Richie asked.
"I'm fine, Richie." Carl said, looking at the mail.
"Carl, I have found a couple of more decorations for Laura's party." Rachel said.
"Good, put them in the kitchen." Carl said.
Rachel nodded, smiling, and walked into the kitchen. Eddie came in with 3J.
"Hey, Dad, what's going on?" Eddie asked.
"Nothing much, just reading some letters." Carl said. "Oh, you'll never guess who's coming home."
"Who?" Eddie asked.
"Judy," Carl said.
"Judy's coming home?" Eddie asked.
"Oh, no way! We haven't seen her since she left for boarding school." Richie said.
"That's right, boys. Listen, I'm going to need you to go pick her up from the airport." Carl said.
"I'll come too." Richie said.
"I never met her, but I'll come." 3J said.
"Alright, you go do that." Carl said. "You get to meet your sister, 3J."
"What time is her flight coming in?" Eddie asked.
"About four, you boys don't mind going there to pick you up?" Carl asked.
"Oh, no. Three boys having a quick road trip will be fun. Alright, boys. We'll head up there in an hour." Eddie said.
"Yes!" Richie and 3J said it in unison before heading upstairs.
I got dressed in my bedroom and put on my clothes. I saw 3J out in the hallway. He walked out of Laura's room.
"Hey, 3J, what are you doing in Laura's room?" I asked.
3J didn't speak to me; he just walked downstairs. Something's strangely going on in Laura's room, so I walked in to investigate. I checked everything, and that was until Richie sees me.
"Hey, Uncle Steve. What are you doing in Laura's room?" Richie asked.
"Did you talk to 3J, I saw him leaving her room, and something strange is going on." I said to Richie.
"That I agreed." Richie said before turning around. "Look, Uncle Carl and the others know what's going on. Laura has a problem. Since you didn't know, well,
"What?" I asked.
"She's been taking drugs." Richie said.
My eyes widened in shock at what Richie said.
"Drugs? Are you kidding?" I asked.
"She's been taking lithium to cover her bipolar disorder. She didn't take them this morning." Richie said, explaining the truth.
I was shocked that I didn't know that my own fiancée was dealing with bipolar disorder. "Oh, my god. I'll keep an eye on her; you, 3J, and Eddie can go on your road trip." I said to Richie.
"Okay," Richie said, walking out.
At the airport, Eddie, Richie, and 3J are waiting for her at the gate.
"So, guys, I gotta ask. Any tips you can give me to help me out so I can get to know her?" 3J asked.
"Let's tell him, Eddie." Richie said.
Eddie and Richie exchanged glances, a shared understanding passing between them. They had grown up with Judy, knew her quirks and idiosyncrasies, and now they were about to share them with 3J.
"Alright," Eddie began, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms. "First things first, Judy loves honesty. She can spot a lie from a mile away, so always be upfront with her."
Richie nodded in agreement, adding, "And she's got a big heart, but she's no pushover. Stand your ground, but remember to be respectful. She appreciates a good debate."
Eddie chuckled, remembering countless dinner table discussions that had turned into friendly debates. "Oh, and she has a wicked sense of humor. Don't be afraid to joke around with her; just know she'll always have a comeback ready."
"And don't forget her love for music," Richie chimed in. "If you want to impress her, brush up on your classic rock. She's a huge fan of The Rolling Stones and Led Zeppelin."
As they continued to share their insights, 3J listened attentively, nodding along and taking mental notes. He was grateful for their advice and eager to get to know Judy better.
"Man, it's been so long since we last saw her." Richie said.
"Why's that?" 3J asked.
"She got into an arts boarding school because of her paintings." Eddie said. "You'll like her, 3J."
"You think so?" 3J asked.
"Oh, sure. You get to meet your sister." Richie said.
Upon arriving at the gate, Judy walks through and sees the boys.
"Eddie! Richie!" Judy said, smiling.
"Hey!" Eddie said, smiling and hugging his little sister for the first time in a long time.
"Hey, cousin." Richie said, hugging his cousin as well.
"Hi, Richie, look at you." Judy said, smiling, before looking at 3J. "Oh, and who's this?"
"Oh, Judy, this is your adopted brother 3J." Eddie said.
"Oh, nice to meet you, 3J." Judy said, smiling.
"You too," 3J said.
"How was your flight?" Eddie asked.
"Oh, bumpy as hell." Judy said, smiling.
Walking into the bustling restaurant, the aroma of sizzling food filled the air. The clatter of dishes and the hum of conversation were a symphony to the senses. Suddenly, a loud crash echoed through the room. Turning towards the sound, there was Laura, standing amidst a sea of broken plates, her face flushed with frustration.
Just then, Stefan Urquelle, my suave and charming clone, stepped in. His calm demeanor was a stark contrast to the chaos around him. He moved with grace, helping to clean up the mess and restore order. As he worked, he flashed a reassuring smile in my direction, a silent promise that everything would be alright. The day had been eventful, to say the least.
"Hey, thanks, Stefan. Sorry, you had to come all the way here from New York." I said to my clone.
"No problem at all," Stefan replied, his voice smooth as silk. "You know I'd cross the country for you, Steve. We're two halves of the same whole, after all." His words, though simple, carried a weight of sincerity that was comforting in the midst of the chaos.
"Listen, Laura has a huge problem. She's been taking something to cover her bipolar disorder." I said, explaining to Stefan.
"What? What is it?" Stefan asked.
"She's been taking lithium to treat mania because it's part of bipolar disorder." I said to Stefan.
"Did you tell Carl?" Stefan asked.
"No. I had to run out to keep an eye on Laura." I said.
"Okay, I spoke with Harriette; she said there's a hospital for her to stay at." Stefan said. "
"Is that the one where the patients were drugged and abused by the staff?" I asked.
"They were fired for that and were sent to prison, but the new ones happened to be nicer and more caring to the patients." Stefan said to me:. "I visited the hospital to check it out. A couple of staff members are girls who saw the picture of me in the magazines."
"Are you sure they can help?" I asked.
Stefan silently nodded at me. I know it's time.
"I'll take Laura home. Thanks, Stefan." I said, thanking Stefan for his help.
"No problem," Stefan said.
I took Laura back home. The evening was drawing to a close as Laura and I made our way back to the house. The air was crisp, carrying the scent of the impending spring. Our dinner date had been a delightful affair, filled with laughter and shared stories. The restaurant we had chosen was a quaint little place, tucked away in a quiet corner of the city, Its ambiance was perfectly suited for a romantic evening.
As we stepped through the front door, Laura turned to me, her eyes sparkling with mirth. "I can't believe you told the waiter that it's my birthday," she exclaimed, her voice filled with a mix of surprise and amusement. "Thanks for doing it for me, Steve." Her words were sincere, and I could tell that my little surprise had genuinely touched her.
I couldn't help but smile at her reaction. It was moments like these that made all the planning and effort worthwhile. "Well, thank Stefan for helping me out," I replied, my smile broadening. Stefan was a good friend who had helped me plan the surprise. His suggestion to celebrate Laura's birthday at the restaurant had been a brilliant one, and it had worked out perfectly.
We spent the rest of the evening reminiscing about our date, the surprise, and the fun we had. It was a night to remember, a night filled with joy and shared experiences. And as we settled down for the night, I couldn't help but look forward to many more such moments with Laura. After all, every day was a celebration when spent with someone you loved.
As I stood there, my hand poised on the doorknob, I was engulfed in a moment of profound realization. I cared deeply for Laura; she was more than just a friend to me, but my heart was elsewhere. It belonged to Myra. This understanding was as sudden as it was unsettling. I loved Myra, and it was time to face this truth. Instead of envisioning a future with Laura, it was time to let her go. But not tonight. Tonight, we could still enjoy the tranquility of the evening. With these thoughts swirling in my mind, I pushed open the door.
"Steve? What's wrong?" Laura's voice broke through my reverie. Her eyes were filled with concern.
"Um, Laura. Maybe we can talk." I suggested leading her to the porch. We sat down, the cool night air enveloping us. "Do you want this?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
"What?" Laura's voice was filled with confusion.
"Marriage." I clarified, my heart pounding in my chest.
Laura was silent for a moment. She had known this question was coming. But there was something else, something I hadn't known. Carl had failed to mention it. Laura had been diagnosed with bipolar disorder, a manic-depressive condition. She had been on the medication lithium for years. She had kept it a secret, taking her medication discreetly. I had stumbled upon her secret today when she was out shopping, and it had taken me by surprise.
The revelation added another layer of complexity to our situation. But it also brought a sense of understanding. It explained some of the ups and downs we had experienced in our relationship. As we sat there on the porch, under the starlit sky, we knew we had a lot to talk about. But for now, we just sat in silence, each lost in our own thoughts, the quiet night offering a comforting backdrop to our tumultuous emotions.
"Um, forget what I said," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. The words hung in the air, a stark contrast to the silence that had enveloped us just moments ago. I could see the confusion in Laura's eyes, but she simply nodded, accepting my request to change the subject.
"Okay, let's just go in," Laura said, her voice steady. She reached for the doorknob, her hand brushing against mine. The contact sent a jolt through me, a reminder of the complexity of our relationship.
As we stepped into the house, we were greeted by darkness. The living room was shrouded in shadows, the only light coming from the faint glow of the streetlights outside. "Steve, why's the house so dark?" Laura asked, her voice echoing in the quiet room.
"I'll tell you why," I said, a hint of a smile playing on my lips. I reached for the light switch, my heart pounding in my chest. As I flipped the switch, the room was suddenly bathed in light.
The sudden brightness was met with a chorus of "SURPRISE! Happy Birthday!" as our friends and family jumped out of their hiding places. The look on Laura's face was priceless—a mix of surprise, joy, and a hint of embarrassment.
"I can't believe it. You guys threw me a party," Laura said, her eyes welling up with tears of happiness. Her smile was radiant, lighting up the room even more than the overhead lights.
"And that's not all," I said, my voice filled with anticipation. Just then, Judy, Laura's younger sister, entered from the kitchen. "Laura!" she yelled, her voice filled with excitement.
"Judy!" Laura exclaimed, rushing over to hug her little sister. The two of them embraced, their laughter filling the room. "Let's party!" Laura declared, her voice filled with joy.
And with that, the party truly began. The room was filled with the sound of laughter and chatter, and the air was filled with the scent of delicious food and birthday cake. Everyone was having a great time, their faces glowing with happiness. As I watched Laura, surrounded by her loved ones, I couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness. But for now, I pushed those feelings aside. Tonight was about Laura and celebrating her birthday. And so the party went on—a night of joy and celebration that we would all remember for years to come.
The room was filled with the sound of laughter and merriment as everyone gathered to celebrate Laura's birthday. The decorations were perfect, the food was delicious, and the atmosphere was filled with joy and excitement. I looked around, taking in the happy faces, and my gaze landed on Carl.
I made my way through the crowd, a sense of accomplishment filling me. "We sure pulled it off, big guy," I said, clapping Carl on the shoulder. He was not just Laura's father, but also someone I had come to respect and admire.
"We sure did, Steve," Carl replied, his eyes twinkling with pride and satisfaction. His smile was infectious, and I found myself grinning back at him. "So, you said there's something you want to talk about?"
I took a deep breath, steeling myself for the conversation that was about to follow. "Did you forget to tell me about lithium?" I asked, my voice steady despite the turmoil of emotions inside me.
Carl's smile faltered, replaced by a look of surprise. He opened his mouth to respond, but no words came out. He looked at me, his eyes filled with a mix of regret and concern. It was clear that he hadn't expected me to bring this up—not here, not now.
"Let's take this outside," Carl suggested, leading me through the kitchen and out to the backyard. The cool night air was a stark contrast to the warmth of the party inside. We sat down on a bench, the moon casting long shadows on the ground.
Carl sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I didn't know how to tell you, Steve," he began, his voice barely above a whisper. "Laura has been dealing with bipolar disorder for a long time. She's been on lithium for years."
I nodded, taking in his words. It was a lot to process, but it explained a lot about Laura's behavior. I felt a pang of sympathy for her. She had been dealing with this all alone, all while trying to maintain a normal life.
"I should have told you sooner," Carl continued, his voice filled with regret. "But Laura wanted to tell you herself. She just... she just never found the right time."
We sat in silence for a while, each lost in our own thoughts. I knew that this revelation changed everything. My relationship with Laura, my feelings for Myra—everything was in a state of flux. But for now, I had to be there for Laura. She was my friend, after all.
"Carl, Laura needs help. You wouldn't believe what happened at the restaurant today. She's gone completely off the rails," I confessed to Carl, my voice heavy with concern. "And honestly, I'm having second thoughts about the wedding with Laura."
Carl looked taken aback, his jovial demeanor replaced by a look of concern. "Wait, hold on. Start from the beginning. What happened before you met up with her?" he asked, his voice steady despite the shock.
I took a deep breath, gathering my thoughts. "I found her pills; she must've stopped taking them. Throughout the day, she was acting erratically, like she was high as a kite. And then, at the restaurant, she had a meltdown and broke all the plates. Stefan came and had to step in to help me," I explained, the events of the day replaying in my mind.
Carl sat in silence for a moment, processing the information. He finally realized the gravity of the situation. "I see. I had no idea it was this bad," he admitted, his voice filled with regret. "We need to get her the help she needs."
As for my relationship with Laura, Carl understood my predicament. "Steve, I understand your concerns. This is a big decision, and it's important that you do what's best for you. If you're having second thoughts about the wedding, it's only fair to Laura that you be honest with her," he advised, his words filled with wisdom and understanding.
It was a difficult conversation, but it was necessary. As the night wore on, I knew that the coming days would bring more challenges. But for now, we had a plan, and that was a start. We were going to help Laura, and I was going to figure out where my heart truly lay.
"Alright, then it's decided; I'm going to have to break up with her," I said to Carl, my voice heavy with the weight of the decision. The words hung in the air between us, a testament to the gravity of the situation.
Carl was about to respond when his gaze shifted to something in the front yard. "Would you like me to tell her or...?" he began, but his words trailed off as he noticed the approaching figures.
I followed his gaze, and my heart sank. It was the orderlies. They had come for Laura. A sense of dread washed over me as I realized what was about to happen.
"Wait a minute. What's going on?" Laura asked, her voice filled with confusion and fear as the orderlies approached her. They didn't answer, instead reaching out to restrain her. "No! Let me go! This is illegal," she protested, struggling against their grip.
But the orderlies were relentless. They continued to restrain her, ignoring her pleas for help. "Somebody help me!" Laura shouted, her voice echoing through the silent night.
I turned to Carl, our eyes meeting in a silent understanding. We had no choice. "I'm sorry it's come to this, Laura, but you'll get some help now," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
"It's true, Laura," Carl added, his voice filled with regret. "We're doing this for your own good."
"I'm sorry, sweetheart," Harriette, Laura's mother, said, her voice choked with tears.
Laura looked at us, her eyes wide with disbelief. "This is helping? This? I love you. Please," she pleaded, tears streaming down her face as the orderlies began to lead her away. "Oh, please, Mommy, Daddy. I'm not crazy. I don't want to go. I swear, I'm not crazy. I'm your little girl. Why are you doing this to your little girl?!"
As Laura's cries faded into the distance, I felt a pang of guilt. This was not how I had imagined the night would end. But sometimes, the hardest decisions are the ones that need to be made. And as I stood there, watching the car drive away, I knew that we had made the right choice. For Laura's sake,.
I turned to Carl.
"Carl, did you do that?" I asked.
"I didn't." Carl asked in shock before turning to the rest of the family. "Did any of you do it?"
Maxine and Waldo didn't do it, nor did Carl, Rachel, Richie, Eddie, or 3J. Judy wasn't involved and didn't do it. So it must lead to Harriette.
"Harriette?" I asked.
"Laura needed help." Harriette said. "Um, maybe we can end the party."
Harriette walked upstairs to be alone in tears. We saw her concerned and worried. Carl turns to me before walking into the kitchen.
"Steve, perhaps it might be a good opportunity for us to have a private conversation," Carl suggested, his voice carrying a hint of seriousness that immediately caught my attention.
"Sure," I responded, curiosity piqued. I followed him into the kitchen, a space usually filled with warmth and the comforting aroma of home-cooked meals. But tonight, it felt different, the air heavy with an unspoken tension.
Carl had a somber expression on his face, his usual jovial demeanor replaced by a look of concern. It was clear that he had something important to discuss.
"Carl, what's going on?" I asked, my heart pounding in my chest.
"Steve, I have some bad news," Carl said, his voice barely above a whisper. The words hung in the air like a dark cloud, filling the room with an ominous silence.
"What is it?" I asked, bracing myself for the worst.
"I just got a call from Laura's ex-boyfriend Ted. Myra… Myra has passed away," Carl revealed, his voice choked with emotion.
The news hit me like a punch to the gut. "M…Myra's died?" I stammered, disbelief and shock washing over me.
"He wants me to let you know that if you want, on Sunday, you can go to her funeral," Carl continued, his voice steady despite the gravity of the situation. "If you don't want to, that's fine."
I stood there, rooted to the spot, as the reality of the situation slowly sank in. Myra was gone. The woman who had been a constant presence in my life, who had shared countless laughs and tears with me, was no longer with us.
"When did she die?" I managed to ask, my voice barely audible.
"Now, Steve, listen, I..." Carl began, but I cut him off.
"When did she die?!" I demanded, my voice rising in volume. The question echoed around the room, a stark reminder of the harsh reality we were facing.
Carl sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Last week," he admitted, his voice heavy with regret.
"Last week? Everyone in this family knew about her death, and you didn't tell me?!" I exclaimed, anger bubbling up inside me. I felt betrayed and hurt that my own family had kept such a significant piece of information from me.
"Now, Steve, we all thought it would be best if we kept it a secret because we were worried that Myra would ruin the wedding," Carl tried to explain, his voice filled with remorse. "We're sorry, Steve."
"There's no way I can forgive you guys right now. I'm moving out," I declared, my mind made up. Without another word, I turned on my heel and stormed upstairs to my bedroom to pack up.
"Steve, come on," Carl called after me, but I was too angry to listen.
That day, I was filled with a rage like I had never felt before. I entered my bedroom to pack up my belongings, my mind a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. As I looked in the mirror, I realized what had led to her death—my makeover. Last year, I had grown frustrated with Myra's refusal to let me change the way I look. In her eyes, she saw me as a perfect ten, just the way I was. But I didn't feel the same way. And then, a few months ago, we broke up over the makeover. Now that she was gone, I realized that having this makeover was a huge mistake.
Just as I was lost in my thoughts, Eddie entered my bedroom to talk to me.
"Where're you going?" Eddie asked, his eyes wide with surprise.
"I'm moving out," I replied curtly, not bothering to hide my anger.
"What? Why?" Eddie asked, clearly taken aback by my sudden decision.
"Why?! Myra's dead, and you guys knew about it and didn't even tell me!" I shouted, my anger getting the better of me. "If I ever find the killer, I'm going to punch him in the face!"
"See, that's actually what I wanted to talk to you about. I know who killed her last week," Eddie said, his voice trembling slightly.
"Oh yeah? Who?" I asked, my heart pounding in my chest.
Eddie hesitated for a moment, clearly struggling with his guilt. "It's me. I'm that guy," he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper.
"What?" I gasped, shock washing over me.
"You see, when I was working with another rookie, we saw Myra planning to make her attempt to win you back, and..." Eddie began, his voice filled with regret.
"And what?! You two trying to let her go?" I asked, my voice rising in anger.
"No, no, no! We shot her," Eddie admitted, his voice barely audible.
"You what?! That's even worse!" I exclaimed, my anger reaching its peak.
"Look, I know we messed up, but we made this plan. We came around the corner, saw Myra with an object that looked like a gun, and she got hurt. We did everything to save her," Eddie tried to explain, but his words only fueled my anger.
"You double-crossing snake! Here's this!" I shouted, my anger getting the better of me. I lunged at Eddie, punching him in the eye several times, before running downstairs to the kitchen.
I burst into the kitchen, my heart pounding in my chest. "Carl! Eddie and his partner shot Myra!" I shouted, my voice echoing around the room.
"He did what?!" Carl exclaimed, his face turning pale.
"No, Dad. That's not true!" Eddie protested, trying to cover up the truth.
"Don't listen to his lie!" I retorted, determined to expose Eddie for what he had done.
"Dad, we're police officers; we need to stick together," Eddie pleaded, looking to Carl for support.
But Carl was having none of it. He knew that I was telling the truth. He couldn't believe that Eddie was resorting to his irresponsible and immature behavior from high school rather than making decisions like an adult.
"Not in my jurisdiction. All criminals should be punished. I took an oath. You do the crime; you'll do the time," Carl declared, his voice filled with determination. "You brought this onto yourself, Edward. You're under arrest for corruption and the murder of Myra Monkhouse."
Everyone in the room watched in shock as Carl proceeded to handcuff Eddie and take away his gun.
"You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided for you. Do you understand these rights?" Carl asked, his voice steady despite the chaos.
"Yes," Eddie replied, his voice barely audible.
"Let's go," Carl said, leading Eddie out of the house.
Before Carl dragged him out of the house, Eddie turned to look at me one last time. "I'll get you, Urkel! I'll get even with you if it's the last thing I do!" Eddie vowed, his eyes filled with hatred.
I was furious at him for killing Myra, so after I packed up, I left the house without saying goodbye. I was angry back then, and now it's all over.
Note: Hey. Before we continue, we've switched back to normal. Thanks for reading the flashback in first-person.
Steve reaches for a framed photograph on his bedside table. It's a picture of him and Myra, their smiles radiant with promise. He caresses the photo gently before setting it down with a heavy sigh.
The weight of grief and regret presses down on Steve, suffocating him in the silence of his room. He turns away from the photograph, unable to bear the pain it evokes. The song's chorus echoes through the room, punctuating Steve's solitude with its poignant lyrics. He closes his eyes, allowing himself to be consumed by the melancholy melody.
Suddenly, a knock at the door interrupts the somber atmosphere. Steve's expression remains stoic as he slowly rises from the bed, his movements deliberate and measured. He approaches the door with a sense of detachment, bracing himself for whatever lies beyond.
With a resigned sigh, he opens the door to reveal Naomi, his wife of five years. Her presence is a stark contrast to the emptiness of the room, a reminder of life's relentless march forward.
"Hey," Naomi says, her voice a soft intrusion.
"Hey," Steve replies, the word barely a whisper.
Naomi steps inside, her gaze immediately drawn to the photograph on the table. She doesn't need to ask; the sorrow in Steve's eyes speaks volumes.
"Let me guess. You're unable to sleep again. Insomnia?" She probes, and her concern is evident.
"Yeah. I know, sorry. It's not healthy," Steve admits, the words heavy with fatigue.
"No, Steve, I'm sorry," Naomi responds, her hand finding his. "I spoke with my doctor, and I don't think we can have another baby, but we can adopt a child if you want."
"It's okay. Adoption won't be that bad," Steve concedes, a flicker of hope in his tone.
"Good," Naomi says, her smile tentative. "How are we going to tell the kids about it?"
"Tell us what?!" Both Steve and Naomi are shocked when their kids are out of bed.
The firstborn son, Steven Aloysius Urkel, is a delinquent. He's too busy smoking weed and doing drugs with his friends.
"Dammit, Aloysius! Didn't I tell you not to smoke in here?!" Steve asked.
"Damn, dad. Relax." Aloysius said, walking to his room.
"Oh, no. Stay here." Steve said, grabbing Aloysius and putting him on the couch before walking into his daughter's bedroom. "Sue, come on, we need to talk, and also do you only consume dark media?!"
Stephanie Sue Urkel is Steve and Naomi's only child. She's a goth girl who's into video gaming.
"Reality is darkness, Dad. You avoid it, I run toward it." Sue said, walking out of her room.
As Steve turns around, he sees his youngest son, Steven Bertram Urkel, behind him. It gives him a startle.
"Bertram, we talked about this. Don't sneak up on people, it's creepy as hell, bud." Steve said, scolding his son gently.
"I wanted to say hi, but I didn't want to interrupt you, dad." Bertram said.
"Come on, we have something to tell you. It's not good." Steve said, guiding his youngest son to the couch with the others. "Alright, on the couch."
"Come on, dad." Aloysius said.
"I promise, it won't be that long. Now listen, your mother and I have something to tell you. And, it's bad news." Steve said, letting his wife do the bad news.
"I just came back from the doctor's, and we won't be having another baby." Naomi said in a gentle tone.
"And also, I spoke with your older sisters, Laurine and Melody, their grandmother's going away to Florida, and they texted me an hour ago. So, I let them come over." Steve said.
Aloysius, Sue, and Bertram are annoyed that their older half-sisters might be coming to see them.
"Dad, Laurine is always annoying." Aloysius said.
"And Melody's a bully." Sue said. "Why are we related to them?"
"Duh! My late ex-girlfriend was pregnant to them." Steve said. "Now listen, I think it'll be the best if..."
"Didn't the director called you while you're in bed, dad?" Bertram asked, cutting his dad off.
"No, no, why, son?" Steve asked in annoyed.
"I spoke with the director over at the FBI over the phone. He wants to have a word with you in the morning." Bertram said.
"Why?" Steve's brow furrows with curiosity before turning to his wife. "Why did he wants to have a word with me?"
"He says it's urgent. Steve, I know you want to be alone, but he really needs to talk to you," Naomi insists, her eyes pleading.
"Fine, I'll do it," Steve agrees, a reluctant acceptance.
"Good," Naomi says, relief washing over her features.
"Anyway, guys, it's late. I'm tired, just go to bed." Steve said, ending the family meeting.
She moves through the apartment with a familiarity that speaks of shared history, of moments and memories woven into the very fabric of the space.
Steve closes the door and returns to the bed, his mind a whirlwind of thoughts. He knows that whatever the FBI director has to say, it won't bring Myra back. But he can't shake the feeling that this new development might be the beginning of something else. Something better.
As the night deepens, the city outside falls into a lull, the usual cacophony of sounds fading into a hush. Steve sits on the edge of the bed, the dim light casting shadows across the room that seem to dance with the rhythm of his troubled thoughts.
Naomi watches him for a moment, her eyes reflecting a mix of concern and love. She crosses the room and sits beside him, her presence a silent offer of companionship in the quiet storm of his mind.
"You know," she starts, her voice soft but firm, "life has a way of throwing us curveballs. We can't always control what happens to us, but we can choose how we respond. And I choose to be here, with you, through whatever comes our way."
Steve turns to look at her, really look at her, and for the first time in what feels like an eternity, he sees not just the shadow of his loss but the light of his future.
Outside of the apartment building, Tia and Tamera looks up there before continuing to narrate the entire story.
"Steve Urkel, once a scientist and inventor, is now an FBI Agent." Tia said before turning to the readers. "After what happened that day, the Winslow family were driven apart. Eddie was fired from his job as a police officer and put on trial, which lasted a year. After a year, it was finally concluded, and he pleaded guilty. Eddie was sentenced to twenty-five years in prison, and he remains in touch with his longtime girlfriend Greta McClure, who is pregnant with his baby. Eddie made a promise to her that when he got out, he would marry her, to which she agreed."
"Laura was committed to a psychiatric hospital due to her bipolar disorder being out of control. Her best friend, Maxine, stays by her side." Tamera said. "She was strapped to a bed when she first arrived. In the year 2000, Laura escaped. After that, she kept looking for a place to hide and saw 3J walking home from school. Believing that he had admitted it was him who had her sent to the hospital, she attacked him and said that he wasn't her little brother. Carl, Harriette, and Judy found her with Maxine and Waldo's help before they sent her back."
"Worried that 3J isn't safe, they decided that Judy should take him in on a temporary basis. 3J accepted it." Tia said. "Rachel and Richie remain in Detroit. And Carl's mother, Estelle, died peacefully in 2002."
"In 2022, Carl and Harriette hit a rough patch when he's focusing more on work than family. Trying to work out on their relationship, they visited the Larry Smiley Institute for Love and Commitment. After successfully working it out as well after almost a year and a half, Harriette went missing." Tamera said. "Now, moving on with the story."
The next morning, in the Chicago branch of the FBI headquarters, Steve arrives at the building and prepares to work when he sees a new FBI rookie saying hi and meeting his new colleagues. He walks towards Steve.
"Hi, came over to say hello. I'm Tim Mulligan." Tim said, greeting Steve.
"Steve Urkel." Steve said, introducing himself and shaking his colleague's hand.
"Nice to meet you, Steve. How long you been here?" Tim asked.
"Twenty-six years." Steve said.
"Wow, that's a long time." Tim said. "And hey, at least we'll be working on the field together."
"Yeah, hopefully." Steve said, walking to his desk.
Steve arrived at his desk to begin to work. Just then, Director Thomas Garfield sees him.
"Agent Urkel." Director Garfield said.
"Director Garfield, my wife and my son told me you wanted to speak to me." Steve said.
"Yes, come into my office." Director Garfield said.
Steve enters the director's office and sits down.
"Steve, the reason you're here is because I wanted to speak to you. I've been watching you for the past twenty-six years after your duty as a loyal agent. Look, I know you've been dealing with personal issues since we hired you after your actions in space, but we've decided to give you a mission." Director Garfield said, giving Steve a mission.
"A mission? What kind of mission?" Steve asked.
"A solo mission. It's your mission, and you're going to do it alone." Director Garfield said, giving Steve a solo mission. "Now, I want you to think about Vanoss.
Steve raised an eyebrow; he had never heard of Vanoss.
"Vanoss? Who the hell is Vanoss?" Steve asked.
"Vanoss, as in VanossGaming, the Canadian Youtuber." Director Garfield said, explain who Vanoss is. "I watched his videos, and I found him and his friends, Wildcat, Delirious, Marcel, Nogla, and Terroriser, very entertaining. I arranged for you to speak with him."
"What the hell does he even look like?" Steve asked.
"Here." Director Garfield said, showing him Vanoss's appearance.
Vanoss has an owl's head. He usually pairs this with either a red and white jacket with a black undershirt or a makeshift Batman suit.
"He's an owl?" Steve asked.
"Yes. Steve, watch his videos on YouTube. They'll help you out." Director Garfield said.
"Are you sure?" Steve asked.
Director Garfield nods silently. Steve takes a deep breath and stands up.
"Yes, sir." Steve said.
Steve turns around and leaves Director Garfield's office. He walks to his desk to look up on the computer and starts with "Gmod Deathrun Funny Moments: Minecraft Edition! (Knowledge)" to do some research on Vanoss and his crew. He then looks at his webseries called Alpha Beta. His face lights up with determination. This is his chance to prove himself and move on from his past.
"This is going to be good." Steve said to himself, hoping to move on from his past.
In the city of New York, Tia was walking down the streets of New York to a studio.
"While Steve's doing his job, let's focus on another hero of this story." Tia said, seeing a boy riding on his motorcycle. "His name is Cillian Darcy. Once a superhero, now a podcaster, interviewer, and journalist. He retired from being a superhero after his team was killed."
Tia walked into the recording studio, where she witnessed a twenty-eight-year-old man named Cillian Darcy preparing to record his podcast at the studio. He has pale white skin with red eyelids and black hair.
"Bing bang bong! What is up, everyone? Cillian Darcy is here, and this is the Darcy report. That's right, the Darcy report. This is my last podcast for the winter break because I'm flying out to Chicago to interview the Kill Bill kid. That's right, the same guy who has become an internet sensation due to a viral video of him accidentally severing his leg with a katana, which was publicized by my coverage of it. It'll be a fun trip, and I'm going to enjoy it. I can't wait to tell you guys about it." Cillian said.
He looks at his boss, Jack, who is arriving to watch the podcast.
"So let's jump to our famous subject, the theory about Landor, the Maker of Monsters. As some of you all know or some of you don't know, Landor is a mad scientist obsessed with mastering the secrets of life. As the name indicates, he specialized in making monsters, mostly by combining body parts salvaged from various corpses and bringing the results to life. Just then, he was burned so badly that he was reduced to a ghastly, mummy-like creature. Wherever he is now, he might still be making monsters. My theory is that Landor was once an American scientist who worked for the government, which funded his experiments. However, when some agents found out what his experiments were, his experiments were deemed too inhumane, and he was exiled to his own place in France." Cillian said.
He looks at his boss, who is extremely impressed by what he's saying.
"Now, after my trip to Chicago, I'll be going to Australia for winter break next month and It'll be fun. But that's not what I'm also going to be talking about. In the nearest coincidence, Chicago police commissioner Carl Winslow is set to retire at the end of the month and has this to say in response:" Cillian said, showing the audio footage.
"I've got one more month at this job, and I'd love to spend it taking down the Phantom. If he wants to take me on, I'm delighted. Come and get me."
"That's right. The world was wondering. Who is the Phantom? What's his goal, and what is his plan?" Cillian asked before ending the podcast. "Alright, that's all we have for today, and I hope you all enjoy your winter break. I'll see you all on January 6, 2025. This is Cillian Darcy, and this is the Darcy report."
Cillian stopped recording and took a deep breath.
At the director's office, he looks at the view of New York.
"You know why I love the view?" Jack asked.
"Never gets old, buddy." Cillian said, smiling.
"That's right. Another great show." Jack said, offering a drink to Cillian. "So, Chicago. It sounds like a fun trip."
"Yeah. Thanks for giving me this excellent opportunity." Cillian said.
"It's no problem. You earned your break." Jack said. "I've got something to tell you while you're in Chicago. I got you an exclusive."
"An exclusive? Cool." Cillian said, smiling. "What is it?"
"Carl Winslow," Jack said.
"Really?" Cillian asked, smiling. "No way!"
"So, you're going to do it?" Jack asked.
"Yeah, well, if I can do my first one with the Kill Bill kid, then I can do it." Cillian said.
"Cillian, when you had nowhere to go, we gave you a home. Now, you know we love your show. There isn't a better investigative reporter working today, but no one is above the network. You did great in your last show; you finally found your voice. Remember that episode?" Jack asked.
"Ah, the one where I expressed my anger and emotions that my brother died, my sister died, my ex-girlfriend became a nun, and all of my friends died. Jack, I was dealing with that. And me and Jake are not on speaking terms after the Rebels disbanded." Cillian said.
"Cillian, you made a huge rant in that episode. Everyone loves it." Jack said. "So, you seem to be okay with your plan."
"Yeah, I came up with it now; if something bad happens to the Kill Bill kid, I'll do the exclusive." Cillian said.
"Sounds like a plan." Jack said. "Enjoy your time off, and we'll see you in the New Year. We'll hold your spot for you, and we'll have a new assignment for you when you get back. Don't worry about it."
"Okay," Cillian said, smiling.
After that, Cillian leaves the office. He left the studio to head home to get ready for his trip.
At his house, Cillian's packing his bag for a trip to Chicago and takes a moment to look at a picture of his brother and sister before leaving. Cillian is feeling the pressure from his perfectionist parents, who believe that he is responsible for the deaths of his teammates and friends. They were also pretty furious that Cillian let his ex-girlfriend go to Italy and be a nun, ending his relationship with her. He grabbed his bag and hit the road, beginning his new journey.
Alright, hey guys. This is the end of the first chapter of the epic action-adventure story. I hope you all will enjoy the next few chapters in the future. It'll be amazing and I can't wait for you all to enjoy it. As of now, welcome to a story called Urkel. So, thank you all so much for reading, and I'll see you all soon.