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Chapter 7 Emma Frost's Glass Menagerie
"You fucked her!"
"You *bleeped* her!"
Mindee, Phoebe, and Celeste watched on perplexed and mildly amused as their mother spawn threw priceless objects such as her Faberge eggs at Scott who was cowering in fear behind her bedside drawer, in just a white towel around hsi tan waist after having gotten out of a shower and discovered a seething and screaming violent Emma Frost in his bedroom waging warfare on him that ended up with her chasing him all the way into her bedroom for an argument to which he rescinded.
Through their shared hive mind they amused themselves by framing the scene like some obscene Jerry Springfield show episode between trashy guests such as adding loud censoring bleeps over curse words.
Her volatile emotions were very strong and apparent to the Cuckoo's psychic hive mind, their telepathy drew them to the commotion.
She was clutching onto a tumbler full of ice and Belvedere vodka for dear life, cheeks inflamed red and tears threatening to spill down her glacial ice blue eyes, melting them into puddles on her face.
As she sloppily shook and waved her glass around, the liquid sloshing out onto the carpeted dark wine red rug on the dark rustic wood paneling, she cried out, "I will get you back for this! I will get back at both of you! I'm going to fuck your teen self!
See how you like that, you creature! You pedophile! She's 16 for goodness sake! She may look 19 but she is 16 you nimrod!
She is the same age as your daughters! Even I would never! Especially as a headmistress and teacher oh my god, Scott! You of all people?!"
"What the hell did you mean by that?" Scott said.
"What the hell did she just mean by that?" Mindee muttered simultaneously as Scott both at the same time.
"Nothing. She probably just considered him an honorary step-father figure or something in our lives since they were together so long. Let's not dwell on the recent past." Celeste intoned blankly, her eyes all white, surging with telepathic energy, and staring on at their mother spawn throwing a barrage of attacks at Scott who tried his best to hide himself modestly in his white towel.
Phoebe snorted, "You mean like a second ago? Geez it's a first for Celeste, not holding onto what Ms. Frost said."
"Shut up Phoebe."
"Make me."
"Girls, no one cares what Ms. Frost says, she's a washed up has-been. We're the new Stepford Cuckoos, Mister Summers doesn't want anything to do with her anymore. We are the new and improved three-in-one, we are way more powerful and like smarter and prettier than Ms. Frost."
"I mean…we're her clones…"
Mindee waved her hand as her eyes blankened to all-white and the scene before them dissolved and shifted slightly so that she projected a mental hologram of an obese trailer trash woman with dark roots and a bad bleach job holding a beer can over Emma who was still shouting, "You fucking pervert how dare you! And in my house!! With me sleeping the other room over! You fucking dolt! Have you lost your mind? Sticking your thing in anything oh my god what have you done you stuck it in limbo you're going to hell I hate you so much Scott Summers! You probably have a cursed dick or something now, you don't know what you've done!
And now you both won't stop projecting and thinking about what happened between you two! And I can't stop either now because my uncontrolled telepathy keeps picking up on unwanted thoughts and imagery! You are disgusting she is a child!"
A crash broke through the screaming as Emma grabbed a figurine of a ballet dancer off her desk and threw it at Scott's head.
Luckily for him he was a trained and agile mutant, and dodged before it could become a fatal hit, causing it to smash onto the wall behind him into smithereens.
Unluckily for him, Emma Frost was a wealthy woman with lots of expensive objects around her bedroom. An endless arsenal of projectile weapons. Her bedroom had now become a lethal weaponry room.
The three-in-one with their perfectly matching uniform green ascots over crisp white button ups, black blazers, green and black plaid mini pencil skirts, and their cropped shimmering pale nordic blonde hair down with shining green bobbles in them stared on in unison, unsmiling yet a gleam of malice and mirth tugging at the corners of their cattily slanted ice cold light blue eyes that was pretty much their monotone and robotic equivalent to smiling.
"That's why her demon powers or whatever have been going haywire isn't it? All these crazy random explosions, huge glowing demonic monsters, dragon beasts, limbo inside her coming out?! You foul monster!!!" Emma screamed as she grabbed another priceless figurine off her desk, some abstract glass blob, and flung it at Scott. He ducked behind her wood dresser as the heavy object collided with her wall and made a smashing dent.
"Emma, please, stop it!" Scott reasoned.
He cried out, "You're going to kill me, calm down!"
Emma screeched out, "GOOD!"
Mindee, Phoebe and Celeste narrowed their eyes uniformly and with a motion of their fingers, a thought that sounded like it was Scott's, projected into Emma's head.
Emma's ice blue eyes widened and she screamed out, "I heard that! You're thinking about what I did with Namor, as if that makes what you did with Illyana alright! You monster!!! How dare you bring him up? He is nothing! That was a mistake, how dare you! This does not make anything you and Magik did okay. Magik, oh my god is that why she always makes those god awful magik bus puns. You two disgust me. I hate you. I hate Namor. I hate Magik. I hate all the new mutants and I hate Jean Grey."
Scott cried out desperately, "What does Jean have to do with anything? And I didn't think anything about Namor, blast it, now you have me thinking about him! Good job, Emma! Do you want me to choke the phoenix life force out of you again?!"