"Paddy...What the fuck did you do to my patron?" I turn to Paddy angrily. Nepeta looks confused.
[color=416600]:33<hmm. i dont remember that happening. has there been a mistake sigma? but if tom is my child, then i dont mind zombie looking afur him![/color]
"Well...thanks Nep." I calm down and pick up the child and cradle him. So young, yet already so intelligent. Great clothing, with a pretty cool scarf. And he can swim! He has a wonderful view on the world, and is intelligent. I smile.
I check my watch. Nearly midnight.
Frowning, I turn to zombie.
"You know what? Fuck it. I'm done trying to help people. You guys can just go and angst yourselves to death. I was only trying to be nice."
I dissapear.
"Wait, Sigma, what!? Sigma, wait! I'm sorry, I was getting a bit angry, because Nepeta is my patron and shit! Sigma please, what about your smoothies! SIGMA! Wait Ryan? Nah, he can't reproduce. I removed his ability to reproduce."
"Fuck no! Sig! Shit! Nepeta, we gotta find him, Zombie look after the kid." I phone up Trilby. "Tril, it wasn't Salt's son, Salt thinks it is and has gone nuts, fuck this is bad." I kick down the door and scramble into the car, Nepeta leaping into the passenger seat. I tear off into the night.
"......Did Paddy just drive off with my patron. Well, she can defend herself. Now, we need to wash you Tom! Feferi, you like water right? Give him a bath please. I'll prepare him a bed. Wait, hold on." I organize us to transfer into a large mansion, worried about Sigma and Salt.
I look over the edge of the building to the ground far far below.
"Course it isn't going to work. I'll just respawn. It isn't worth trying. But what is there left for me, my love? Gideon is being raised by who he should be, you're dead, and I'm only a corrupt bastard who killed his wife."
I steer with my feet and phone Salt, he doesn't answer. "Shit, sorry Nep, gotta make a detour." I drive to the government building and see Salt standing on the roof. "Nep, can you climb that wall and get Salt down from there?" She mews and starts climbing. I burst through the doors and start sprinting up the stairs.
I lead a few SWAT teams to the group.
"Only kill the trolls. Keep the humans alive, unless they resist. Except Zombie, knock Zombie unconscious. Okay? Good."
We burst in, guns raised.
"ZOMBIE GET ON THE GROUND! YOU TOO SALT! EVERYBODY, ON THE GROUND!"
I shut the door on Tribly's face.
"Dude, it's cool. Salt said he's letting me go, to raise me child. Go home and relax." I say calmly before closing the door.
I pull out my own revolver and shoot Salt's from his hand. It tumbles to the ground. "Why can't everyone just get along? You're in charge of this whole fucking thing, you could improve it!" Nepeta leaps up and knocks Salt to the ground, pinning him down.
I burn the envelope with my lighter without even opening it. "No you're not. tonight we're going to find your son. And tomorrow you will go into work and begin to make this a better place."
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