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Anonymous had disposed of the bag rather quickly, and only because Mrrh's bandages needed changing. When he had left the crypt, he left to change them for his friend as he had yet to trust him on his own, but when he did return, his hand just hovered over the doorknob. Something felt...odd. Maybe the realization that someone would be living with him for a while had finally hit him? That had to have been it. Shaking his hooded head, the ever-silent teen grasp the door handle, using most of his weight to pull it open; the light from the hallway lit up the staircase into the otherwise black crypt.

They had begun to move toward this particular door that was suddenly opened before them. The room was filled with light which caused Cheryl to quite delighted point her glowing red gaze upward and let out a soft happy sound as her arm hugged her plush animal tighter. Harry's eyes widened a bit as his pinky grasp with his sister tightened as if to stop her from fleeing or himself from falling to the floor in shock and fear from the door suddenly coming open just as they were about to test it.

Some droplets of blood dripped from the boy's pores as he murmured a soft shaken, "Hello?"

When Anon opened the door, he had looked off to the side, waving to one of his coworkers that was passing by the hallway; he didn't see the pair at the bottom of the stairs right away. No, it was the voice that caught his attention. Startled, his hooded head snapped into the crypt; did some kids get stuck down there?! What the hell were they doing?! Panic rising, he just...stared down at them for a moment. What was on the girl's head...? That looked like one of Mrrh's shirts! It was...actually pretty cute. Biting the inside of his cheek, he lifted an unsteady hand, waving down at the two...until he realized that the boy was bleeding. Great, two bleeders now! Not really liking the idea of a child covered in blood, the cadaver teen quickly moved down to their level, his gloved fingers very gently and very quickly taking the boy's face, studying him from the shadows of his hood. Was he hurt? Where? Ahh he couldn't see a cut!

The boy frowned a bit and his head tilted slightly trying to get out of the grasp. Not that he disliked this individual but it was so unnerving to be touched by someone he didn't know at all. Help he needed an adult! Unwelcome touching! "S..Stop!" he whined out softly but otherwise he didn't move away. Cheryl's gaze turned from the lights toward the hooded person and her brother as glowing red eyes widened a bit and she beamed beatifically at the hooded figure, "Daddy!" she called out quite openly and happily. She just knew, somehow, within her soul of souls that this was her parent and nothing would sway her otherwise.

Harry furrowed his brow as he gazed at his sister from the corner of his eyes, "This is daddy?" Cheryl responded with quite a vigorous nod as the shirt flopped about upon her head.

Despite being gentle, Anon wasn't going to let go until he knew for sure that the boy wasn't injured. Sure he acted fine, but...blood usually didn't seep unless there was a wound for it to seep out of! Finding nothing, he finally let the boy go...but just in time to be called Daddy. Wh-What?! Daddy? Him? But...what! The surprise had him flop backwards onto his rear, sitting on the cold concrete floor. He stared at the enthusiastically adorable little girl, then at the boy, then back to the girl...and then started to wave his hands in front of him in denial. They couldn't be his! He'd never...well, there was no way! Without thinking, he started to sign, even though they'd probably not understand him. 'Maybe...mistaken me for someone else?'

Harry had gone still as the person insisted on inspecting him and then took a small step back once the inspection seemed done. He looked unharmed and some blood dripped down his arms and over his sister's linked hand as he stared at the hooded teen that was now making weird arm motions and seeming just as doubtful about being their father as Harry was. The boy looked from the teen to his sister and then back again with a small frown.

The girl was not easily swayed, "It is him," she insisted with a wide smile that signified that she wouldn't give up as she hugged her bunny and stared at the figure she deemed her father with adoring eyes. It was safe to say that the strange girl had fallen in love with him upon the very first sight of him.

"If he doesn't want to be da--," Harry started to say but as soon as Cheryl whipped her head toward him and glared he shut his mouth and shrunk a bit.

Well, he should have known they wouldn't have understood him. The boy still seemed to get the hint, but the girl...well, she just wasn't taking no for an answer, was she? He caught the intensity of the glare the poor bloody one received, and he just couldn't help the amused grin that followed. Still...the longer he looked at them, the longer he felt some sort of kinship with them. Waving to get their attention, he pointed at each of them before pointing to the ground, trying to get them to stay there. Carefully, he moved around the pair to the light switch on a nearby wall, flicking on the lights in the very back; it was enough to brighten the rest up just enough to see. The first thing he noticed was the white pipe on the floor...and he had to groan inwardly. They were just like him, weren't they? But what about the girl? Without glancing back, he opened and started to rummage through the bag; he wasn't surprised to find the white and lifeless file folder. Great. So they had to have been his now...

What was he going to do now...?

The glare was gone once her brother submitted to her will and then she watched as individual moved about and started to inspect things with a rather pleased hum she stood still like a good girl until the figure she had deemed as her parent would return his attention to them where it rightfully belonged. Sure she would share him but for right now? He was hers and by proxy also belonged to Harry.

Harry stopped nervously bleeding as he swung linked hands with his sister and waited patiently to see what would happen now, "Aren't Daddys supposed to talk?"

Cheryl just shrugged and smiled happily. So what if Daddy didn't talk? It didn't matter to her! She didn't like to talk much either so she was just like him. Eeee~.

Anon glanced back at the two, as best as he could with his hood in the way. Well...this was...quite the predicament. He went from living alone to having three others. From nothing to some morbid little family-type setting. Chewing on his bottom lip, he set the white items up safely and wandered back to the two kids, sitting down in front of them, looking between them again. As though to answer the boy's earlier question, he pulled at his turtle neck, dragging it down just low enough to see the scars over his throat; it looked like someone had cut open his neck in a "I" cut, then stitched it back up. Still chewing on his bottom lip, he pointed at himself and then slowly signed for his nickname; not that they'd know what it was. Then, after letting his hands drop for a moment so they'd realize he was done, he pointed at them, one at a time.

Harry stared at the wound and made an 'o' shape with his lips in understanding. So even if this person wanted to they couldn't talk? Wait he was doing something with his hands. Harry tried to mimic it suddenly latching onto the desire to learn to talk through hand signs and to understand 'Daddy'. Even Cheryl tried to mimic as best as she could but her hands were full and thus she did poorly.

"I'm Cheryl!" the small girl piped up and then lightly tugged at her brother's hand.

Harry reached up the hand he had used for signing and rubbed the back of his neck before he held out his hand, it just felt right to do so, "Harry."

Cheryl and Harry. Huh. Those names were...somehow very fitting. Very fitting. Gazing down at the awkwardly offered hand, Anon smiled and reached out, grasping Harry's small hand in his gloved one, shaking it briefly before letting go. This time, he gestured to the...rather creepy plushie that Cheryl was holding. Was that blood on it...? Weird. But she clung to that thing so tightly, it had to have a name, right? Didn't kids name their toys? Granted, his experience with kids was...pretty much limited to watching them from a distance. And Bug. But Bug practically ate everything in the employee lounge. Straightening a bit as though a thought hit him, he motioned to them then rubbed his stomach...did they need to eat? He didn't, but most people did...right?

Harry nodded after his hand was shaken and he let the hand drop as he stared over at his sister.

When Robbie was pointed at she lifted the plush bunny up high and announced, "Robbie. Robbie is happy to meet you," with that odd grin of hers as he stared up at the figure she adored so completely already. She and Harry watched as the teen rubbed his stomach she glanced over at her brother to see what he would make of it. She was on the cusp of understanding but she wanted to leave it to her brother to be wrong.

Harry scowled a bit over at his sister before he nodded his head, "I'm kinda hungry..."

The small girl beamed, "I want cookies," with a bit of a sway where she stood.

Robbie...Robbie was a very creepy bunny. Smiling, he signed for 'nice to meet you' before patting the creepy bunny's head. Once his question was answered, he slumped like he was sighing. Cookies, really? He'd already been informed that cookies weren't considered a meal, but there was no way he could convey that. Biting his lip again, he stood up once more, holding his hands down for the two to take if they wanted. He led them up the stairs and into the employee kitchen, keeping his head bowed to keep it shadowed. Once they were in the kitchen, he looked around to find it empty, and hoisted first Harry and then Cheryl and Robbie into their own chairs to the little table, and once more gestured for them to stay put, this time leaving the room for a moment or two. When he returned, he returned with a big, dirty looking man with thick red hair and beard.

"Christ, ya weren't kiddin were yeh?" The deep voice said in surprise, staring wide-eyed at the kids and creepy a** bunny at the table. "Ye sure ye didn't...?" He grinned in amusement as Anon shook his hooded head, waving his arms in front of him. No, no he didn't! How could he?! Slouching as if exhausted, Anon signed slowly, his body tilted so both the red haired man and the kids could see. The big man stared, apparently going to play translator. "Harry, Cheryl n' Robbie, eh? Alright, I'm Jack, n' this is yer Daddy I guess, we call 'im Anonymous, or jus' Anon."

There was a little pause as he stared at Anon, and the way he signed. "He wants'ta know if ya wanna sandwich instead of cookies...'cause we don't have cookies, and cookies are apparently not for meals." He was actually pretty accurately translating to what Anon was signing, sounding amused about the part of the cookies. Well, at least he could learn?

They went along obediently unlinking hands to link hands with 'Daddy' instead. They didn't fight and even Harry was more open to having 'Daddy' lift him and place him into a chair. Both of the children seemed to understand the gesture of him wanting them to stay in place so they just nodded while Cheryl hugged onto her bunny. She loved her Robbie yes she did!

When the man came in the children's eyes widened a bit in amazement. He was even bigger than 'Daddy'! Even Harry thought it to be impossible and yet here he was. They stared on as the man talked to their guardian and then introduced himself, "Nice to meet you, Mister Jack," Harry said formally, it felt right to be formal.

Cheryl however suddenly played shy and hid her shadowed face behind Robbie. She peeked around the plush rabbit and looked from the large man and then over at Daddy with a small frown, "Why?" she challenged. Harry, on the other hand, perked up at the mention of the sandwich.

"May I have sandwich?" those sounded really good to Harry!

Jack had a little chuckle over the boy's politeness, and the girl's shyness...and he laughed even louder when the challenged the no cookie rule. The big man looked back at Anon, wondering how he'd answer; there was no way he was getting in on this, these kids weren't his responsibility! For a moment, Anon seemed at a loss, but then he started to sign again, slowly."...'Yes you may, Harry. We have peanut butter or ham. And Cheryl...Because Jack said so'...Hey!" Jack laughed out after he realized that Anon had metaphorically thrown him under the bus. Good boy, it was true though. Despite Anon not signing, he turned to the kids, shaking his head. "Yer Daddy innit an eater, ah did tell 'im that cookies aren't fer meals. Snacks yes, meals no." As Jack explained, Anon opened the fridge and pulled out the bread, and whatever extras he needed.

"I would like peanut butter, please," Harry smiled happily starting to like it here. They were nice and the big man was friendly and not that scary and he was just generally happy that they were getting fed. If they were giving them food then the people weren't that bad, nope! He stared at his sister for a long moment an expression of pleading passed over his face as he watched her expression sour briefly. Their eyes met and opened her lips to speak again before she finally relented to her brother.

Cheryl gave a sigh as if being put upon and murmured, "Fine I'll take a peanut butter sandwich-thing, too." The girl was certainly a feisty little thing.

Jack still chuckled, but Anon felt pretty guilty over not being able to give Cheryl what she wanted. Granted they had no cookies TO give her, but still. The sandwiches were made and given to the pair, and after waving Jack off with a sign of thanks, Anon sat down in the chair beside Cheryl and Robbie, hid hands in his pockets and in a generally slouched position. He watched them eat, trying to figure out what to do with them; he certainly wasn't cut out for parent hood, not in the slightest! Before the two had finished their sandwiches, Anon pulled something out of his pockets, placing one on each of their plates; little chocolate bars, the tiny 'fun' size you'd get around halloween. It wasn't cookies, but apparently kids still liked them.

The children ate their food both falling silent except for when Anon sat next to Cheryl. The girl gave a happy sound, brightening up almost immediately when before she had been scowling just a tad while she ate. It didn't matter to her whether or not the figure next to her was 'cut out' for being her Guardian she had chosen him just as her brother had and they weren't going to go away any time soon or so she had pretty much decided.

"Thank you, Anon-Daddy-Sir," Harry said simply with a bright smile as he picked open his candy bar and ate it.

Cheryl moved Robbie behind her to where it was 'hugging' her from behind and used it as a backrest while she plucked up her own candy bar and opened it so she could eat it as well, "Thank you, Daddy," she said now in a much better mood.

Anon laughed silently at his new, incredibly long name. Unable to correct him, he just nodded his hooded head, his gaze turning to the little girl. She...was a lot like him, wasn't she? Mostly hiding her face. Quite the personality, but still a lot like him. Rolling his shoulders, he got to his feet once they were done, pointing at them before pressing his palms together and tilting his head against the back of hand, mimicking sleep and hoping they'd understand what he was asking. If not...there was always a tour of the graveyard. But life could be easier right now if they were tired. While waiting for their answer, he reached out his hands again, if they wanted to take them.

They both left their wrappers neatly on their plate for whoever would come by to pick them up to easily throw them away. At least they weren't too messy for the moment. Harry scooted out of his chair and took Anon's hand and Cheryl did the same but not before reclaiming Robbie. They had seen Daddy's hand signs and managed to understand it but only Harry openly yawned and nodded, "I am tired..." he murmured.

Cheryl skewed her face a bit and contained her own yawn with some trouble, "I'm not," she said happily. No doubt as soon as she was coerced into lying down, however, she would likely conk out.

Anon noticed the way that Cheryl tried to contain her yawn, and once more couldn't help but smile. Aww, what a little brat. Releasing Cheryl's hand, he bent down, scooping her up with one arm, sitting her on his hip. Bug had gotten sleepy when he carried her last, maybe that was another thing all kids shared? Swinging Harry's hand a bit, he took the pair back downstairs, obviously noting Mrrh's already sleeping form. Oh. Right. Mrrh. Crap. Groaning mentally, Anon let go of Harry's hand and set Cheryl down, grabbing some of the extra blankets he kept for when Mrrh didn't need to be slept with, laying two of the thicker ones out on the floor, but keeping a hold of the third one. Motioning them over now, Anon patted the blankets on the floor, trying to get them to sit down in oddly specific areas.

She didn't fight when she was lifted and even rested her head on Anon's shoulder for the moment as he carted her around. Harry smiled happily no longer nervous. When she was set down she stood near her brother where they linked pinkies and watched Daddy as he moved about and then patted the blanket for them. They stared at each other before they decided to graciously 'humor' the strange Guardian. If they had noted the sleeping form it didn't show.

Cheryl sat in one spot while Harry moved to the other and both of them stared at him curiously for further instruction.

Anon held his hands out again, telling them to stay in the exact same manner that you'd tell a dog. Turning, he moved to close the crypt door and to shut off the lights with the blanket still in tow. The room back into complete darkness, Anon counted the steps back to the blankets and the twins, managing to not step on either of them as he lay down on his back in between them. The pair was gently sought after, grasped and guided to use him as a pillow or even cling to him if they wanted to, letting them get settled before finally moving the blanket, making sure it covered the three of them comfortably. It got cold in the crypt, very cold, and while he wasn't the warmest person, it might help them stay a little bit warmer...

They lay down obediently for now. They were honestly too tired to fight much of anything, especially Cheryl who now had a full stomach was now succumbing to sleep. They laid there for a bit until Anon was nearby and sought them. Cheryl was the first one to cuddle up to him and use him as a pillow. If his scent offended her it didn't seem apparent and soon Harry followed after. The children seemed to accept everything about Anonymous without any real question or judgment. Possibly something Anon should revel in for as long as possible.

Soon there were the soft sounds of children as they snoozed and the weight of their head upon his person as a pillow. Cheryl was the one that clung to Anonymous the most. One hand upon her plush the other hand possessively clutching the fabric of his hoodie.