Author's note; Worth the wait? Well...here's more.
Many millennia ago
A diminutive child-like Oberon sat out on stump on one of the Tree Palace's cantilevered balconies, his stag-like legs hanging off the side of the stump he sat on while resting his elbows on his knees. Oberon's expression held an exhausted and bored look as he rested his chin in his palms, the fae had just left another session of etiquette and rules for the position of Monarch of the fairy realm.
"The crown I wear is simply decoration, but when I hold the crown of the fae, I can feel the weight it holds for those that must carry the position of a Monarch."
It was all so boorish, it didn't stimulate his excitement. He wanted to go out and have fun, interact with those other species the other Fae rave about. His sister Titania however seemed more than okay with listening on to the drivel that his mother drones on about.
Oberon picked up the sound of soft footsteps pitter pattering his way, he turned to look and saw Titania running up to him with an upset look. "Thought I found you here." She announced once she reached him, "You can't just leave mother's lessons like that!" Titania admonished him.
With a roll of his eyes, Oberon stood up to leave. "Please don't try to act like mother, I merely needed fresh air." He responded with a bored look while folding his hands behind his head, earning a look of disappointment from Titania.
Oberon took his leave, only for Titania to follow after him. "Why must you be like this?" She asked her brother, "Our mother is only preparing us for the throne! Don't you want to sit upon the cushions and lead the Fae?" Titania tried to reason with Oberon as they waltzed through the palace hallways.
Taking a sideways glance at Titania, Oberon gave her an exasperated look. "What if I don't want the throne, what if I just want to enjoy my own life and not some life someone else is thrusting upon me?" Oberon inquired from Titania, earning a scandalous look from her.
"But it's the throne of Fae!" Titania gushed in excitement as she walked side by side with her brother, "It's our duty to lead and impress upon the fellow races!" She exclaimed with excitement and joy, Titania smiled and pressed her palm over her chest. "Were I to take the throne, I wanna spread joy and wander to every race I can!" She sent a sideways look towards Oberon as they continued walking.
"What would you do as King, if you inherited the throne instead?" Titania asked Oberon with genuine curiosity.
Oberon blew a raspberry into the air. "Pass, too much responsibility." He responded back, earning a pout from Titania.
Titania stopped walking and stomped her foot, "Come on Obe', at least try and act like you care!" She exclaimed in annoyance.
Stopping in place to glance back at Titania, Oberon had an expression of amusement. "Oh I care all right, I care about my own amusement and not die from boredom!" He snickered before disappearing into motes of light.
Titania made a sour face at her brother's expense, "How'd he even learn that?" She huffed in annoyance.
Getting Titania off his back for the time being, Oberon made his 'escape' from the palace to find some entertainment, anything to alleviate the boredom that ails him. He wanted to explore and see what the other Fae do, always on about the Alfar and Dweorgs. The pixies would talk about how amusing their pranks were, the various subspecies of Fae raved about the interactions they had.
From the uptight High Alfar of the jelly planes, to the Woodland Alfar of Spinach trees. The Dweorgs of the Cocoa nugget Mountains were short and stubborn, but mess with their forges then they'll pop a blood vessel.
Oberon allowed himself a grin to form, he wanted to try his hand at pranking the High Alfar first like the pixies always spoke of. Filling the shoes with the High Alfars' own shoes with the jelly of their lands, to messing with the taste of their favorite jelly brands.
But what to prank them with first…Oberon smirked as he hatched up a plot.
Later, Palace Throne of the Fae
Massaging her temples to stem the migraines, Fairy Queen Áine released a calm sigh as she gazed down towards her son Oberon. Her compound and green tinted eyes held a look of patience, Áine stood up from the throne to walk over to Oberon. Her wings were reminiscent of butterfly wings that hugged her body like a dress, just barely touching the floor as she walked over to Oberon.
"Do you know why I called you here?" Áine asked Oberon as she stood apart from him, her son had the decency to at least look ashamed.
Oberon released an exhausted sigh, and scratched his head in annoyance. "It was a harmless prank like all the others, the Pixies never get an earful!" He vehemently contested.
Áine shook her head in dismay, "You are the prince, you need to act like one!" She contested back, "Filling the shoes of the Alfer with jelly is one thing, but replacing their drinking water with jelly is too far!" Áine berated her son.
Oberon sighed in response, "It's not permanent, it'll clear up soon!" He reasoned.
The fairy Queen shook her head in dismay, "True, but it is the principle of the matter, you need to act as your position demands it!"
Making a snide look at Áine, Oberon releasing an annoyed grunt. "Then I don't want this! I want to have fun, explore, pull off pranks like the other fae!" he yelled in anger.
Queen Áine narrowed her eyes at Oberon, "Careful what you say there Oberon, I can just as easily denounce your claim to the throne!" She hissed in aggravation at her son's impudence.
"Then do it!" Oberon shot back at his mother, "I never had an interest or want for the throne!" He exclaimed while pointing at her, before turning away to leave. "Take your royal throne and give it to Titania, I'm leaving!" He shouted back at Áine.
The Queen of fairies expression changed to worry and sadness, and held her hand out towards Oberon. "Wait-" she started to say, only to sigh when her son slammed the doors shut on his way out. "What am I going to do with him?" She sighed to herself.
Áine desperately tried to reign in Oberon, it was a dangerous thing for a Fae to become overindulgant, and Áine feared Oberon was slipping into the slippery slope of mischievous pranks. She remembered the days of King Finvarra, during the waning era of the chaotic and vile Daoine Sidhe. The Fae had spread awful mischievous pranks to the far ends of all existence, Áine did not want to see Oberon fall to the same path of sadistic pleasure and anarchy.
It would break her heart to see her boy commit the same atrocities as King Finvarra.
Some odd centuries later
Oberon's incessant need to entertain himself with pranks grew as he aged, taking great care to work on never getting caught by his mother and others. He would get caught from time to time, but over the years he worked on causing mischievous pranks undetected. Oberon began to think of ways to use proxies, setting up long term pranks that would make it almost impossible to lead back to him.
The thrill of pranking the other realms and races excited him more than he could ever imagine, and his thirst for more elaborate schemes arose to cause mischief.
Oberon would eventually come across the species that would come to be known as humans, his early pranks on the humans however did not work in the same way the other races Oberon had pranked…but in a good way that he began to feel…
Unlike the Alfar and Dweorgs, the humans' reactions to his pranks were more visceral in his mind. His latest prank however…He thought it was just some harmless fun in sinking the Cheesy Kingdom of Atlantis, now he's been banished from ever leaving the Faery Realm.
And the worst part was, he didn't know how his mother was managing to stop him from simply teleporting.
The expression in her eyes didn't sit well with him when she banished him, he didn't like the hurt look on her face and he couldn't figure out why.
Oberon didn't know he would never see his mother again after that. A wide range of emotions struck him when word spread of her passing.
Later
Oberon didn't know what to feel when his mother passed away, Titania had some odd dew droplets fall out of her eyes at the send off. He stood there with Titania, their mother's body wrapped up in butterfly silk and laid out atop a pile of old and dried up bark from the palace tree.
With a whoosh of violet fire from using a few purple flame butterflies, Fairy Queen Áine went up in flames as her deceased body broke down into ash and ascended into the night sky of the fairy realm.
His mother lived for so long, always on about responsibility and duties but now she lived no longer.
Oberon did not want to waste away on some boring throne, his mind craved excitement, entertainment. He was ecstatic when Titania was named the successor to his mother, good riddance to that position that once hung over his head.
…However…
Now he was stuck with the position of Grand Duke, a position meant to chain him as an adviser of sorts to Titania. Good grief, his mother still tormented him from beyond death.
Fine, he'll abuse his position, but he needed to be sneaky and smart about it if he wanted to have his fun with those humans. Oberon was just eager to try out the pranks he's been working on.
Earth, Mesopotamia
It took some effort to ease Titania into the idea of more Fae excursions, many words of how it was her turn to lead and be a different Queen compared to their mother. He had worked his honeyed words as her brother to argue against the old etiquette and rules, it was her turn to rethink how Faeries can interact with those beyond their realm.
Their race was one of fun and joy, so why not share it rather than only visit in sparse numbers? They could even 'invite' the humans for tea parties, his ideas ran wild when he worked his silver tongue with Titania.
When asked why he wanted to take up the responsibility now, his simple reasoning was a carefully acted faux expression of finding his real purpose to 'help' Titania.
It was night time as he stood atop the doof of those dirt abodes the humans lived in; Standing now at a reasonable height but not yet tall as most human adults of the time, Oberon grinned in excitement as he held up a licorice seed. The Fae eyed the coastline and water, the seed would grow just fine in the sea salt of the ocean.
With a flick of his thumb, Oberon shot the seed off into the sea with contained glee.
It was sunrise when the first sprout of licorice shot up out of the water, followed by an earth shattering eruption of Licorice stalks growing outwards into the sea as far as the eye could see.
Oberon watched the whole thing with baited breath to see the expressions of the humans, he was not disappointed in the reactions his prank earned. At first he let out a giggle of laughter, before finally crowing in laughter as the humans desperately scrambled further inland.
Now this was not boring, the entertainment he so sought after. The expressions alone of every human he saw were just delicious to see, Oberon's soured when he felt something else. The fae made a squinted look at the retreating humans. "Now I want more." He grinned to himself.
700 B.C.
Those humans sure did love fighting each other, and Oberon thought of just the Fae to add the icing to the humans' activity called war. The Daoine Sidhe were an amusing subspecies, always wanting to feed on negativity, that and among other things…
What Oberon did not expect was for those humans to start getting smart during the time they found out how to work iron, he could have sworn they were using Bronze not too long ago…
He didn't know the Daoine Sidhe would be so violent…especially that Gruagach fellow, rather vicious that fae…but it was entertaining nonetheless.
To make matters worse, the humans kept getting smarter on how to deal with the Daoine Sidhe, and to a greater extent all of Fae.
One of these days, he needs to work with a few humans to spread some fairy propaganda…
Southern Italy, first century
It was a day like any other for the people of Pom Pom, mount vanilla was calm with no signs of ever erupting. People milled about their lives, unaware of what was to come.
Standing on thin air over mount vanilla, Oberon held an ecstatic grin as he looked upon the far away place of Pom. His arms were folded behind his back as he twiddled his thumbs, the Fae's eyes swiveled over to the dormant volcano with amusement. Pulling out his arm from behind his back, Oberon held a hand sized sphere of chocolate. A cackle of laughter escaped his lips at what was about to happen for his latest prank, Oberon immediately threw the chocolate ball into the mouth of the dormant volcano. "Hope you humans enjoy chocolate!" The Fae spoke with glee and maddening eyes.
The people of Pom Pom became startled when the nearby mountain began spilling out chocolate, along with an Earthquake that caused many to take shelter away from potential collapsible buildings. Folks let out cries of fight when mount vanilla finally erupted with a shower of boiling chocolate that began falling towards their city.
Many would get splatter and petrified in place as giant globs of chocolate hit them, others would try to take shelter inside the buildings from the falling globs only to be splattered in petrifying globs when the chocolate lava broke through the building's roof the people tried to take shelter into.
Oberon cackled in delight as he watched as the human's desperately tried to survive the mess he made, his eyes strained with glee in watching the desperate cries of the people. The fae had his hands clawed at his face as he laughed, his prank towards the humans of Pom Pom a successful work of joy to him.
The Fae's eyes swiveled to watch the surrounding other cities get hit as well, A fantastic bonus in his eyes for his best prank yet. His laughter was loud and boisterous, never trying to stop the hilarity to him of the prank he pulled off. Pom Pom, Amarelli, Golia, and plenty others were getting hit by chocolate lava.
14th century
The black licorice he had unleashed had been his best prank yet, and with Titania none the wiser. However a so-called supernatural community began to emerge, and one such family began getting bothersome with learning about that pesky iron.
Oberon supposed it would be best to lay low, those humans never lived long enough. He doubted after a couple centuries, the memory of him in particular would fade away into history and become nothing but a myth.
20th century
While he himself didn't leave the fairy realm as much as he used to, it didn't hurt to use proxies in a manner of speaking. The fairies were more than willing to have their skewed view of fun with the humans, not comparable to him unfortunately in his opinion and not as entertaining.
Recently he had been biting at the nails to finally take a personal excursion and try his pranks once more, a man in particular from a specific family had caught his attention. An idea had popped into his head, and Titania would be none the wiser after all the years of working behind her back.
After all the few millennia he had pulled pranks upon the Earth, why not pull one on his home Realm? Yes, this prank of his was starting to pan out just fine in his mind.
Titania, few 'years' after Grandfather's attack
Currently sitting on her cushion throne, the burn scars evident across her face, Titania blew an exhausted sigh from her lips. Allocating various fairies to regrow and repair much of the burnt forest, and it was still ongoing. She never put effort into refining her abilities granted by her station, past retaliations by humans never reaching the palace the way that man did had her perish the thought of needing to lift a finger till now.
Titania gently touches her scars on her face, she grimaces at herself before firming a look of resolve. "It's about as good as time as any." She mused to herself. Titania would need to begin working to become a better Queen, starting with her powers. "Next time I will not cower in fear." She hissed at herself.
She never had a need to 'train' her powers, the guards and walls always protected her from the most devastating of retaliations from the humans. She could practically enact her will upon the realm if she refined her abilities up to snuff, and to a lesser extent the Earth as well…however…her mother was leagues above what she was capable of.
Titania stood up and paced forward away from her throne of cushions, "This just might be salubrious for me in the end." The Queen of fairies spoke softly to herself, as motes of light lit up around her body. Titania's pearlescent green eyes inspected her scarred hand covered in a hue of green and white motes of light. "There was never a need to train a day in my life…" she murmured to herself.
Clenching her hand, Titania glared at her state of power. "Never again will I cower, for I am The Queen of Fae!" She exclaimed to herself before glaring at the repaired hole in her throne chambers.
She still wanted to spread happiness and Joy to the other races, Titania would just need to think of better ways to spread the joy of the Fae.
Earth, a few days after Grandfather's 'decommissioning'
Clear blue skies shined upon the Earth of a new era, Kids were free and running amok on the streets. Joyful laughter filled the air as kids played a wide range of games outside, children of all ages finally feeling the freedom to play and enjoy their childhood.
Inside a particular delightful manor, Monty stood by the front door putting on his shoes before heading out. His pappy may have been defeated, but there were still adult Villains popping up to fill the power vacuum. As Numbuh Zero, it was up to him to help guide the seventh age of the Kids Next Door towards a brighter future.
The sound of heavy footsteps prompted him to look up after he finished tying his shoes, his pappy walking by with a newspaper under his arm from the direction of the bathroom. Things had changed for the better with his father now, he was sure of it. No longer was the grumpy and evil pappy he knew around, replaced by a cheerful and easy going father like he used to be before…
Why can't he remember a time he was not the Villain known as Grandfather Time? Well Grandfather was the official title, it was less of a mouthful.
Balthazar stopped to look down at Monty with a smile, "Off to play boyo?" He asked with a cheerful demeanor.
Monty smiled back up his father, "You bet pa! Got some games and stuff to play with my friends!" He answered half truthfully, it was fun afterall to hang out with his fellow Kids Next Door friends.
His father brought his newspaper out from under his arm, and lightly patted his head with it. "Don't stay out too late now!" He responded back with amusement.
Taking his leave from the house, Monty waved at his dad. "I'll try not too!" He smirked back before leaving.
Balthazar's attention was brought up toward Benedict who stood atop the nearby stairs that led to the second floor of the manor, "Ben my boy, go play for once!" He encouraged his second born son.
Benedict fidgeted in place, "None of them want to play with them!" He protested.
The elder Uno shooed Benedict outside, "Nonsense Ben! Nothing can be done if you give up like that, now get out there and make some friends." Balthazar instructed him.
Benedict hesitated a bit before he descended the stairs, "I'll try…" he moped while making his way outside, only to be stopped by his pappy holding the newspaper he held in front of him. Benedict craned his neck up to look at his father, he swore he saw the look of disappointment and anger under the facade of the chiding expression.
He must be imagining things now, the memory of the father he used to know so ingrained in his mind that he would still see Pappy as the overworld Villain of Earth.
Balthazar tutted at Benedict, "There is no try Ben, only do, now be a good lad and do make friends." His pappy instructed him.
Benedict allowed himself to nod slowly before putting his shoes on, "What's for dinner pappy?" He asked while tying up his laces.
"Broccoli soup." Balthazar simply answered, earning a shiver of disgust from Benedict.
"R…right…I'll see you then." Benedict responded after finishing up tying his shoelaces, and left the building soon after.
Balthazar smiled at Benedict as he left the house while waving him off with his free hand, his other still holding the newspaper. Once the door shut, and his sons officially left the house to play outside, Balthazar was left alone to his own devices.
Looking out the front window by the front door with Black sclera and yellow pupils now, Grandfather made a frown of discomfort. The 'decommissioned' Balthazar strolled off through his manor to head onto his study, he needed to balance his checkbook and go over a few documents of investments.
It was morning with birds chirping in the air, but he kept the lights off in the hallways with the window curtains open. Less electricity to pay for, the better.
The shadows of the wooden panels holding the panes of glass for the windows would pass over his face as he strolled through the hallways, a frown ever present on his face as he walked through his home.
His powers were gone, his rule of the Earth no longer viable in his state. That module had felt like it was meant to wipe his memories and powers, gone was his powers but not his memories. He'd be damned if he didn't build up a resistance against memory related crap, an atrocious device his son Monty somehow managed to get his hands on.
Balthazar eventually reached his study, taking a seat at his desk once he reached his chair by it. Books of all kinds were shelved on various topics, quite a few had topics of Fae folk and the creatures that followed under the category of Faerie.
Spending a good few hours managing his estate and portfolios, Balthazar deigned it was about time to do more digging on Fae. Getting up to take out on of his binders of notes so far on fae along with a new book he bought on Fae mythology, the elder Uno walked back to his desk to sit back down and go over his notes and study more.
He had been searching for a way to find some trick or spell to reverse what had happened to his wife, he only got disappointed the more he studied. However two names in particular kept popping up, Titania the Queen of fairies and Oberon the prankster…
Balthazar's eyes still lit up in anger, but stifled the measly amount of tremors he could still cause from his sliver of power. His reign over the Earth was still fresh in the minds of most kids and others, it would be best to keep the charade up until he was nought but a figment of a long forgettable memory.
He began berating himself for taking out his anger on the wrong Fae…then again it was best he instilled fear into that Wench…and burnt her…she did take his wife after all.
Balthazar let out a grunt of annoyance, that Prankster Oberon seemed to be the one pulling the strings most of the time. A puppeteer stringing along a puppet for his kicks…
His revenge was not complete…he didn't care how long it took, but he'd figure out a way…
…As the saying goes, revenge is a dish best served cold...
Balthazar stood up from his chair to walk over to his window with the curtains closed, he pried the drapes open a bit to peer outside. He could see Monty off over on the street in the distance fighting some jabroni of a Villain with his bratty organization, his yellow beady eyes glanced over to see Benedict off playing with a few new friends.
With his powers practically gone from him, he had thought of enacting his revenge through either of them. However his current situation requires him to stay oblivious…unless…
Monty was out of the question, that left little Ben. Balthazar could feel something was burning within that son of his…but the child was too cowardly for what he needed…no…he needed to bide his time for a grandchild perhaps…
Balthazar closed the curtains before taking a seat back at his desk, his yellow eyes looked straight ahead and unfocused. The elder Uno clasped his hands together while leaning his elbows on his table in front of him, Balthazar thought through several scenarios of how to move forward…. He could wait…
Afterall, Life filled Happiness may be fleeting but the Uno family's Hatred is Eternal…
Present
Fae Realm
Grandfather's eyes burrowed into the monitors that Wayne used to drive with, the yellow irises of his drilled into the scenery of fae trappings that the monitors relayed back inside the Tank. His face had a distinctive contemplated look as he surveyed the outside world the tank traveled through.
Sitting a bit far from Grandfather to feel a bit safe, Abigail sat near Wayne to view the monitors. "Numbuh five's not like the feelings she's getting, whatever Numbuh Five looks at she feels like going out to play." She remarked with a worried look.
Grandfather leered at Abigail, "Don't follow that feeling, that's the fae magic at work." He sneered in contempt for the realm they had entered.
Wayne looked at the map and it was clear that the fairies were messing with the sensors as he saw figures making rude drawings on his sensors. He decided to respond to the rude messages by deploying a metal swarm, causing the fairies to stop and run as a massive cloud of iron bees started to swarm, sting and shoot at them. He spread the swarm around the Super Tank and soon enough, the sensors and monitors were now back to normal. Wayne can hear the anguish of the fairies outside but it was music to his ears.
Grandfather spotted an object that seemed like a microphone of sorts, "Lad, does that device work as a megaphone of sorts?" He gruffly asked with a plan in mind that had him grin maliciously.
Wayne opened a compartment on the Super Tank's control panel that caused a microphone stand to pop up.
"Go ahead and use it. The fairies would love to hear from you again." Wayne smiled at the prospects of making the fairies fear.
Wayne knew of what Grandfather did to the Fae before and the magical community, while they disagree with his actions for the most part, the terrorizing of fairies was something that they will praise as a good thing. None of them really liked fairies no matter how cute they were. They ran rampant until they were forced to yield.
Grandfather moved over to use the microphone, Abigail cautiously leaned a bit away as Grandfather walked past her to reach the mic. After testing the mic a few times, Grandfather allowed his voice to echo out of the tank as his Eyes glowed brightly yellow and the light within the general area began to falter. "You should have stayed in your realm, you insects!"
Grandfather's voice boomed to a great Effect as it reverberated throughout the woods, causing many hordes of fae to fly off in fright.
Balthazar Uno cackled in delight at the fae's despair. "The Name Grandfather has been burned into your primal fear, despair, begone, leave!" Grandfather yelled in a deep baritone voice, causing waves of fae to flee on sight. The elder cackled in delight of the fear he instilled into the fae folk.
"Huh… I never thought that those dust huffing maniacs feared you that much. What did you do to these guys?" Wayne asked as he steered the Super Tank as the sight of the fairy kingdom became clearer every meter they covered.
Grandfather put the mic down for now to take a seat by it, the elder man sent a scathing look at Wayne. "It's not what I did, it's what I did in return when they took my wife!" He hissed with furious anger.
"... Condolences and apologies for asking about such a personal question." Wayne only nodded before focusing on the site ahead.
Grandfather let out a grumble. "It's been too many years now, I've moved on long ago." He snarled out with a little bit of something else while looking at the monitors.
"Abigail, how are you holding up there?" Wayne checked on Numbuh Five since she felt her mind being made to think of something else instead.
Abigail shook her head a bit, "Numbuh five is starting to hear voices." She responded with a worried look.
Wayne reached into his pockets and took out a small box. Inside it are a pair of earphones with no wires on them.
"Put these on then. They'll strain out whatever fairy thoughts come into your mind." Wayne ordered as he saw a massive fortification wall that protects the fairy kingdom and his fleet of vehicles attacking the said wall.
Abigail gave her thanks as she took the offered earphones from Wayne, "Any plans…um sir?" She cautiously asked Grandfather.
The Elder Uno's eyes zeroed on Abigail with a contemplative look, "We need to hit the palace straight on, it's that wench of a queen fairy that can send the teens back and reverse the effect she pulled off." Grandfather answered with a stern tone.
Wayne nodded as he aimed the cannons of the tank to the wall. He then fired and there was a massive boom that caused the wall to break and rain rubble on the fairies who once manned it. The smaller vehicles broke through and started deploying the robot soldiers they held within.
The fairies were taken aback and caught in a surprise attack that appeared out of nowhere and started shooting at the fae.
Grandfather allowed himself an angered snarl, "I should have burnt the place down to complete ashes the first time I came!" He remarked, "But I stayed my hand and only burnt a good portion of this realm, and instilled fear into those pests!" The Elder Uno allowed himself a wicked grin of Malevolent intent.
"But it's good they know fear." Balthazar Uno mused with a cackle of laughter, his yellow eyes shined a bit with glee for the fear he felt from the fae towards him.
Abigail shirked away in caution from Grandfather, the old man's eyes swerved in her direction causing her to look like a deer in headlights. "Be still your nerves brat!" The elder chastised Abigail, "I welcome the fear you have, but I'm practically a venom-less snake!" Grandfather tsked in disappointment.
Abigail gulped down her nerves, "Numbuh five's still getting used to who's sitting by her…uh, sir?" She reasoned with Grandfather.
The Elder Uno harrumphed as he sized up Abigail, "pah, you kids don't know how good you have it, lazing around with them new gadgets and nonsense." He grumbled in annoyance while waving off Abigail.
Abigail took a bit afront to Grandfather's insinuation, "Well…at least kids don't need to slave away at tapioca factories!" She shot back.
Grandfather's eyes burrowed into Abigail's own, causing her to rethink her words. "Work should instill responsibility brat, even before my time, children would do laborious chores." He snapped back at Abigail, "Call it what you will, but a sensible child with a hard work ethic should realize the long road ahead of adulthood." The elder man intoned with a grave tone of voice
Abigail gathered her wits against Grandfather, "But at what cost!? Shouldn't kids at least have some pleasant childhoods? Life can't always be doom and gloom!" She argued back with a rebellious fire in her eyes, "Kids only have so little time before they become teens and into adults!" Abigail reasoned to Grandfather.
Grandfather cracked a wicked grin at Abigail, "Heh, that's just the kind of rebellious fire my eldest son once had." He remarked with amusement.
Wayne listened in on the conversation of the two as he drove the tank through the breach. While he finds Grandfather's actions repulsive, he knew better that work and play must be well balanced instead of being extreme on either side. Too much work can make anyone into a despair driven, empty shell of a person who cannot enjoy life's rewards and too much play can make one lazy and hedonistic being who is not prepared for the worst that life can throw at them. To him, having a balance of both can help in the development of the person instead of doing too much on either two.
However, he doesn't have any time to join in such banter as he was focused on his mission to break the Fairy Kingdom for what it had done.
He knows that the wall he broke was one of the first walls that he will be breaking just to get to the inner parts of the fairy kingdom. The Logistics Officer has no qualms in playing the role of demolitions at this point as he despised the fairies for their sheer amorality and chaotic natures. Ever since he met these creatures and caused him grief by nearly spiriting his little brother away until he threw salt at them made things very personal. He saw a small army of fairies that were charging towards the Super Tank but Wayne fired a salvo of potato shells and spice beams to break the formation and cause whatever was still able to move to run away from the behemoth.
"Chaotic, amoral, maniacal, uncaring savages…" Wayne gritted his teeth as he felt faint fairy magic trying to make him think otherwise of what fairies truly were outside of what they pretend to be.
Grandfather took notice of Wayne's state of mind, "Keep your mind on what might happen to the teenagers lad, can't have you losing your mind on us." He gruffly warned Wayne.
"Don't worry, my mind is on saving the teenagers. Too bad the fairies are in my way of saving them and more unfortunately for the fairies, they're in my targeting range." Wayne calmed down as he heard the advice of the older man before he pulled a lever.
One of the cannons made a thunderous boom, causing a massive potato shell to fire from the barrel and hit a golem that was trodding slowly in their direction. The golem broke as it could not withstand the heavy impact caused by the potato cannon
Grandfather's eyes bore into the image of the golem that broke, his mouth snarled in contempt. "Bunch of hypocritical creatures, they claim to be innocent, but here they have golems meant for war and fighting." He sneered in disgust and disdain.
"They kept weapons should they need to call on a Wild Hunt on some unfortunate person who might have caught their attention and they decided to choose violence or worse." Wayne scoffed as he shot a few more shells on the other massive golems that tried to get in his way, "And these cretins did go to war with humans in the past for extremely petty reasons."
Wayne saw teens on the map who were probably trapped in whatever the fairies were trying to put them into. He punched a button and the Super Tank suddenly blared out a very loud and obnoxious horn that resembles the La Cucaracha tune. The once dulled and slow movements of the teens that were detected on the sensors were now alerted and surprised.
It may have caused them to have some tinnitus due to how loud and obnoxious the sound was from the outside while those inside were safe from the full force of the horn.
"I do hope that the horns are enough to get them back to their senses." Wayne muttered as he plowed through a fairy building without care.
Grandfather glanced Wayne's way, "Only temporary lad, our actual target it getting the wench to undo all this." He spat at the mention of the Fairy Queen.
Elsewhere…
Julius saw the trampled path that his son had led his massive tank and his fleet of vehicles as the car that he rode had finally exited the portal. There were tracks on the ground, floras disturbed and destroyed and some occasional empty shells on the ground. There was a distant rumble and gunfire, a sign that the one that they were following had got himself into a fight.
And if he looked closer at the number of unconscious fairies who were laid to the side and sitting unconscious on the ground, his son is doing his damnedest to win against those that kept on getting in his path.
Wayne had been very resentful towards the fairies to say the least, not that he could blame him. None in the Stark family liked fairies. Ever since the days of Leon, the first Stark, they have no reason to like the fairies after seeing them cause the rise of a powerful Spank Vampire. As it turned out, they made the man hate everything after his wife was afflicted with childish madness that killed her and when he cannot find a cure for it, he turned to the darker aspects of the supernatural and became a Spank Vampire.
It took ten centuries, a lot of people being turned into Spank Vampires, a lot of tanned buttocks, a bunch of horrible cultists and the Starks being wiped nearly way too many times for his comfort but they were finally able to put Leon's nightmare to rest for good. However, the issue of the fairy who made the Starks suffer for centuries still remained.
The fairy who was seen as something worse than any natural disasters and supernatural horrors that they've ever encountered.
"Still thinking about Oberon, my dear?" Mariska asked as she looked at her husband with worry in her eyes.
"Yes. I can tell that this whole incident has Oberon's pixie dust covered fingers all over it." Julius muttered as he drove, "Had my family not made an oath to destroy Matthias for what he had done, we would have been hunting fairies instead."
"Matthias and his reincarnations were very spiteful to be honest. They do not seem to stop at anything and… well, I'm just glad that he's finally done away after so many years." his wife nodded as she watched Julius be deep in thought while he remembered the past, "The man never rested and never moved on as he continued to exist because his wife and his family died thanks to that fairy."
The supernatural community might have their collective disdain towards the fae but Oberon's name is the most reviled of them all. Disasters that were not supposed to happen but happen anyway can all be pointed out to the fae who only cares nothing but being a hedonist. Whenever a massive fairy incursion happens, most of the supernatural community would put aside their squabbles and differences to ensure that the fairies will not cause problems in the normal world and drive them back to their containment zones as soon as possible.
This policy had been a standard to everyone ever since. However, the recent spiriting event also affected most of the supernatural community. There were some who remembered that teenagers exist but the rest were wondering what a teenager was when Julius asked about them.
He can tell that once things go back to normal, the supernatural community will be more up in arms about what just happened and will be more united than ever in hating the fairies. He can already imagine how active they will be in making sure that fairy propaganda will be shut down hard.
The fairies already do not like how they were very much considered as pests by the supernatural community and had been trying to soften up the common masses to accept them should one day, they are no longer kept in their containment zones.
"Whatever Oberon did, I never thought he could even lower my expectations towards the fairies beyond bedrock levels… now he somehow managed to do just that." Julius breathed deep as he was very sure that this was definitely Oberon's doing, no matter how directly or indirectly involved the creature was in this situation.
He can hear the thundering booms of cannons and the rapid fire of guns, followed by many pillars of smoke and fire coming out of the horizon. Fights were beginning to break out and he's certain that the fairies were engaging the army of robots Wayne led or the teenagers whom Wayne was friends with.
He's surprised with his son's decision to join what seems to be a teenage paramilitary organization and he and his wife did not want him to join at first but they realized that adult tyranny's making things hard for their kids so they relented and changed their stance on Wayne's decision to be a part of the Teenage Rebellion.
Considering that there are supernatural elements in the adult villains, much to the embarrassment of the community, they do understand that they need someone who knows how to deal with supernaturals anyway.