November 2011
A year after The Impossible Baby
18 years old
Disclaimer: I do not own the Mr. Men or Little Misses, but I do own Elizabeth
It was late morning as Mr. Impossible strolled through the town, enjoying his weekly shopping trip. He stopped to talk to a couple of his friends, hearing gossip that he was deciding if he should continue to spread or not. He was still wondering this as he entered one of the shops, but froze when he heard someone calling his name. He sighed inwardly before turning around to greet the light blue Mr. Man.
"Hello, Mr. Perfect. How are you doing today?"
"I'm fine." He sounded out of breath like he was just running? Did he hurry to catch up to Mr. Impossible? Of course, he did. For months now, he's been chasing Mr. Impossible down to ask one question over and over again. "Have you talked to your sister?"
And Mr. Impossible would reply with the same thing. "No."
Oh, why did I trick him into sleeping with me all those months ago? Almost a year has passed since Mr. Impossible turned himself into a Little Miss and mind played Mr. Perfect to fool around with him just to know what it felt like to be with a Mr. Man. It ended with him getting pregnant and handing the baby over to Mr. Perfect as Little Miss Impossible. Mr. Impossible wanted to know how their son was doing, but it would be risky to ask the light blue Mr. Man.
"Well, if you hear from her-"
"I'll tell you," Mr. Impossible quickly finished his sentence. "Excuse me." Hurriedly, he left the shop and sighed heavily. "I have to do something to stop this."
Mr. Impossible thought all day of a solution. If Mr. Perfect kept asking about his sister, sooner or later he'd figure out that Little Miss Impossible didn't exist and that he actually spent that night with Mr. Impossible. He could never find out though because Mr. Perfect would surely hate him. He came up with something that might work, but he was unsure about it since it would affect two lives, not just Mr. Perfect's.
There was a knock on his door, and Mr. Impossible went to answer it. He sighed to himself when he found Mr. Perfect standing on his steps. He opened his mouth, but quickly Mr. Impossible said," I haven't heard from her."
Mr. Perfect frowned and turned away. Mr. Impossible watched him go. "That's it," he decided. "I'm doing it." He hurried to his bedroom, stopping in front of his closet. He took a deep breath before reaching out. The glowing light told him that he was successful. He opened the door and widened his eyes in wonder as he gazed into the girl's bedroom. Then he stepped out into the other world.
There was no sign of her. "Hmm, I wonder where she could-" He was interrupted by a scream. Spinning around, he saw the girl standing there, mouth open from when she screamed. Quickly, he stepped forward and stretched out his hands to calm her.
She still eyed him uncertainty, but she didn't scream again.
"Elizabeth, right?" asked Mr. Impossible.
Elizabeth looked shocked that he knew her name. Then she seemed to recognize him. "You're Mr. Impossible, aren't you? From Misterland?" When he nodded, she asked," What are you doing here? I'm done with cartoons. All you do is cause trouble. Go back home." She turned to leave, but in a flash Mr. Impossible caught a mental image in her head of something that happened to her about a year ago and suddenly he understood.
"I can make you forget about them," he told her before she could leave.
She froze and turned to him. "Forget about who?"
"The other cartoons," Mr. Impossible told her. "I can make it seem like it was just a nightmare. It never really happened and you can move on."
She stared at him. "Can you really do that?" she asked hopefully, and he could see that ever since that happened, she's been reliving it and woke up every day believing it'll happen again. He felt sorry for her.
"Yes, I can," he told her. "You just have to trust me."
She took a step back. "Trusting cartoons led to what happened to me. Why should I trust you?"
"Because I'm not corrupted like them." You say that, he scolded himself, but you lied to your friend and used him and now you're using this girl just to get Mr. Perfect to stop bugging you. In his mind, he took a deep breath and let it out, relaxing. This is for the best, like giving up our son to his father. After this, no more lying or manipulating.
He focused on her mind and he felt her give in, deciding to trust him. "Okay. What do I have to do?"
"Lay down." He gestured to the bed. She walked over and laid down. He stood by her side. "Close your eyes." She obeyed. It took a lot of energy, but he formed a story, a scene in his mind and pushed it out, toward the girl and he felt as soon as it entered her, she relaxed and fell into a deep sleep.
He was satisfied. Once she wakes up, she'll think she slept with Mr. Perfect and fathered his child, but unable to take care of it, she gave it to Mr. Perfect to raise. And beneath all of that, she'll think what happened to her was nothing but a nightmare, and she won't even remember ever meeting them. She'll be free of the pain and torture they gave her.
Turning, he went back to the closest and came out in his bedroom. Part of the plan was set. Now he needed to convince Mr. Perfect that he met Elizabeth even though he hadn't. That shouldn't be too hard. After all, he thinks Little Miss Impossible was real and that she left their baby for him to take care of.
He found Mr. Perfect at his house, cleaning up even though his house was already perfect looking. Mr. Impossible talked him into resting, though Mr. Perfect was way too anxious to settle down. Mr. Impossible lightly brushed against his arm and Mr. Perfect, suddenly exhausted, stumbled to his chair.
As he dozed into a deep sleep, Mr. Impossible put the same story he gave to Elizabeth into Mr. Perfect's head. Now everything was good to go. They both think they slept together, had a baby, and now Mr. Perfect was raising it.
As Mr. Perfect slept, Mr. Impossible heard a noise behind him, and he turned to see a baby bed in the corner. And in the bed was a few months old Perfect Jr. He walked over there and looked down at him. He looked just like his perfect father, and Mr. Impossible felt his heart ache. For a moment, he regretted doing everything.
Couldn't he live as Little Miss Impossible and help Mr. Perfect to raise this baby? He could say Mr. Impossible moved away and his sister moved here instead. He could start a life with Mr. Perfect and watch their son grow up.
He could erase what he did to Elizabeth and Mr. Perfect, but he told himself this was for the best. He reached down and laid his hand on Perfect Jr's forehead and murmured," Goodbye, little one. Grow up like your father." He glanced at Mr. Perfect, who was still sound asleep. Then Mr. Impossible left.
He can still watch his son grow up from a distance, but it was better and safer that Mr. Perfect and Elizabeth think Perfect Jr is their son.
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