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Skotti walked into his daughters room and hopped on the bed to wake her up. "Hey, I out slept you dork" he said as she woke up.
"Daddy, you missed the chord progression in the chorus of "Bad Intents" said Lola Gallows.
"Why did I have to make a child Rock n Roll prodigy" he said mussing her hair.
Skotti spent the rest of the day playing with his kids and hanging out with his wife.
at about 9:00 pm the kids where put to bed and it was time for skotti to go to work. Skotti went to his large garage filled with exotic and classic cars. He opted to jump into his 64' corvette and drove off to Oruk Studios.

Pen followed the address to a an old run down hotel of sorts. She walked up to the building to see the door hanging on its hinges.

"Prank call or that idiot is trying to scare me." She got in through the boards and walked around the lobby. This seems familiar...

She shook her head and threw the box on a old coffee table and fell onto an old couch. Dust flew and spiders scattered but its was 10 times better than that cold floor. Her beaten body and worn mind feel into a blissful sleep. Unaware that someone was waiting for her to do so.

"You know this isn't right Pen."

Penelope was now in a dark void hearing a familiar voice calling her. The voice oddly enough was hers. "Sho are you?" she asked a little startled.

The original Pen then stepped forward with a wheat stalk jutting from the corner of her mouth.

"Happy?" she smirked
"How..." Penelope tried to say baffled by this better dressed of herself.
"That bump on your head sent me from being buried to deep in your sub conscious. I fear the others weren't so lucky. Their real selves are probably deeply buried."
"Others?"
"It will be clear when you wake up but you need them to get them to remember the real world. Otherwise you won't be able to get out."

"Hold up. Out? Out of where? and why exactly?" Penelope interrogated the elf standing in front of her. Now standing with a confused stature.

"This world, for you will find out that it is unstable. Ready now?" Pen then approached the beaten elf her arms out stretched. She had her tired smile and waited for the elf walk into them.

"For what." Penelope apprehensively asked not moving from where she stood.

"To remember." Pen then hugged the weakened and confused elf. A tear ran across Penelope's cheek feeling complete for the first time. She smiled, "Thank you."

Pen rolled and fell to the floor of the dusty HQ, knocking the cold pasta to the floor.

"Ow my back. I shouldn't sleep in the lobby when I have..." Pen looked around. She was aware what happened. The warp, the fall, the second self but most importantly the gang. She lept to her feet and looked around, her grin growing with very recognizing detail.

"I HOME!!!" she bellowed hearing it echo. She ran up the stairs to find her room with the excitement of child on Christmas morning. Unfortunately it was barren of her things. "Well I didn't really expect..." a small crate was underneath her window. "Now what do we have here?"

It bared the writing PEN. To which she opened to find what the zurg accidentally had done for her.

( Oh lol, I didn't even see that. )

Norman looked at Sabe with a smug smile.

"Oh nothing, just to remind you that you're still worthless. At least the other servants know something and know how to be at least a little useful. You on the other hand..."

Sabe immediately narrowed his already thin eyes, and folded his arms in defiance.

"No, ******** you. Unlike you, I study a variety of different subjects in addition to what I received several years ago as part of my training."
"And didn't you mentor chew you out for you incompetence almost all of the time?"
"I don't see how you would know whether or not that actually happened, which for your information, didn't happen. I advise you get out of my face."

Norman smirked, but he looked down the hall to see Colbur approaching. He quickly looked back at Sabe and lowered his voice.
"I don't care, since you're going to become my b***h when I finally get control of this place...And don't think I'll show you any mercy either."

Sabe looked distraught and was about to say something in response when Norman had already left. Colbur was going to walk by when he stopped and turned to Sabe.

"Is there something wrong?" he asked out of curiosity.
"No. I'm fine." Sabe replied in a bitter tone, hoping that his master would not notice anything.
"Alright then." Colbur acknowledged. He continued on his way, leaving the group alone again.

Totoro and Charlie looked at Sabe, both raising their arms in defeat and then leaving the scene to get back to work.

Sabe would've kicked the walls down if he could. He settled for heading into his room and laying down, trying desperately to relax.

Luciano threw on the last couple of burgers on the grill, his six year old son sitting next to the propane tank playing with his tiny little toy soldiers and a mini tank. He looked down at his little boy and he said, "You kicking some Nazi butt?" the little boy looked up and nodded, Luciano smiled, looked around and then snuck a cookie off of the picnic table and then handed it to his boy "Don't tell your mother, Bernardo." the little boy smiled and nodded. A little girl, about ten, walked out of the house with churros, Luciano looked over and he said, "Hey now, you're not going to eat ALL of those are you?"
"No, Papi, I'm not going to. Mami is sharing them with me."
"Before dinner? I don't think that's such a good idea."
"Mami said it was ok- plus, you just gave Bernardo a cookie. Truce?"
"Fine. Truce. Wait for your mother to come out before you eat anymore, though."
Luciano flipped the burgers and then he flipped the steaks and then the hot dogs. Michelle walked out onto the patio a few minutes later with the angry look on her face. Luciano looked over and then Michelle said, "It's Captain Carter on the phone. ." Luciano sighed and then he took the phone from Michelle and went in.
"Captain, it's Sunday."
"I know, Major, but we're having a small problem with the POW you found. You're the only one that can make him talk."
"Send in Private Johansen, then. He'll bore him to death and the guy will finally talk."
". . . General Landry requested you, Sir."
Luciano sighed and then he looked outside, Michelle was watching him, his son was still playing, and his daughter was eating churros. He took a deep breath and he said "Tell General Landry to call in Colonel O'Neill. He can really get a guy to talk, plus he's Irish. Irishman kick a**. . Tell him thank you, too."
"Right sir. See you tomorrow."
Luciano hung up the phone and went back outside. Michelle folded her arms and then looked away from him, "Food to go?" Luciano smirked then he said, "I'll eat in, thanks." he stole a kiss from her lips and then patted her bottum.

((D; Goodnight, Pen!!! See you tomorrow, Dude!))

((D: Ok, Bebe! Buenas noches, mi Osita! Te adoro y te amo!))

Luciano swallowed hard and he cleared his throat, he gave her a playful look and then he took the stuff off of the grill to put on some other sorts of meat. He looked down at his son still playing, he chuckled slightly and then he bent down on his knees "Hey young man. . . be a gentleman and help the ladies in the kitchen." Bernardo smiled and softly nodded, Luciano reached over and grabbed a rose, he handed it to Bernardo and he said "Oh, 'Ey, give this to your Mama. Tell her it's from her Papasito. ." his son nodded and trotted into the kitchen. He couldn't stop smiling while he tended to the food on the grill.

Val was in his bedroom suite, sitting on his four-poster bed, with his nose in a book. he wasn't actually reading it, he wa sfar too bored to do that. instead he was spacing off, thinking. wondering what his life would be like if he could find what it was he was meant to do. for the third time that day, he contemplated suicide. it wouldn't be so bad after all... he could finally just not wake up. but would the afterlife be even scarier than life?

he got up and sighed. moving to his window, he looked out over the beautifull city of Barton. it was bustling as usual. the arena and forums were gleaming in the sunlight, and would sparkle later at night when th elights went on. he gazed up at the sky and watched clouds drift. somehow that always cheered him up.

his little bit of happiness for the day was interupted by his mother calling him. it was time for fencing lessons. with a slum of exasperation Valthier exited his room, grabbing his cane and sword on the way out, and headed to the gym.

The family had just got done eating, Luciano's son and daughter were washing up the dishes. Luciano and Michelle sat outside on the patio reading a magazine,
". . . That one looks really nice. I like the willow tree in the back."
"Nooooooo. . I like this little blue one right here. It has a friendly vibe to it."
"Amorsita, it has a white picket fence in the front. I don't like white; it gets dirty too fast."
"So? Paint it black, then."
"But a black fence in front of a blue house?- that makes no sense what so ever. We might as well buy a black house."
"Then you're going to love the house on page fourty-six."
Luciano turned to page fourty-six to see what looked to be a Castle. He smiled and saw a black stone fence in the front. "Hey, this one I like. Should we tell Gramps about this? He would get such a kick out of it."
"That would be a good idea." Michelle kissed Luciano on the neck and then went to get the cordless phone. Luciano flipped through the pages of the magazine, he cocked his eyebrow and then he called into the house, "'Ey, Babe? You think the kids would like it?"

Luciano sipped on his Bourbon in the den while Michelle still read the magazine, once in a while showing Luciano the houses. They heard a small knock at the door, it was around 10pm, Michelle looked up from her magazine and Luciano sighed, "It's probably Mr. Moore complaining about us. I'll get the door."
He opened the door to see a young man, fifteen years old, dressed in torn up jeans with a black and white flannel shirt wrapped around his waist, and a black band tee. His wide-footed Vans were slightly torn up as well, due to the fact that he wore them too much. His hair was shaggy, greasy-looking, he wouldn't look up at Luciano at all. Next to the young man was a Police officer. Luciano looked down at the young man and he said softly to him, ". . . What'd you do now, Horatio?"
The officer handed Luciano a backpack full of spray paint, stencils, a gas mask, and a box of condoms. Luciano softly sighed and then the Officer said, "We caught him having intercourse against a wall with an eighteen year old. The moment we caught him, he pulled out and tried to run." Luciano let out another sigh, adjusted his glasses, and then he nodded "Thank you, Officer, I've got it from here." The officer left and then Luciano sat down in the den with his son Horatio sitting in front of him and Michelle. Horatio kept his head down.
". . You said you'd be at a Youth Group."
". . . I know. . ."
"Well,. . . What happened?- I mean, what really happened?"
". . I didn't really go. . ."
"Why?"
"Because. I'm ******** sick of Christians."
"Horatio, we're Catholic."
"Don't you think I know that?"
". . . Horatio, you're a tad too young to know what you want. You're at an age where you're in need of guidance. . Remember what I told you about coming home in a Police car?"
"You can't make me go to that stupid Private School."
"That was our deal- Michelle, please help out?"
"I'm not getting in the middle of it, Luci, you said you didn't want me getting involved.
"Babe, you know I didn't mean it like that."
"Just ground me already. . get this over with."
Luciano sighed and then he looked into his son's eyes. The young man looked so much like himself when he was younger, only he had his mother's beautiful eyes. Luciano stood up and he said, "I'm transfering you to St. Ivan's the week after this week. You're grounded until I get your U.A.,. . . dismissed." he hated being like this with his eldest son, he didn't like being the bad guy. Horatio stormed off to his room like he always did when his father disciplined him. Luciano sat down in his chair and shook his head, ". . . Maybe Military school would straighten him out."