eyes wide, taking small obedient steps towards him. gaze flickered between tommy and her dad, crumpled, bleeding, now silenced on the floor. she’s worried, of course she’s worried, about mom and dad, but it’s a swirl of concern, panic, fear and confusion inside her. (she’s too young now and time won’t heal the wounds but it will eventually provide comprehension.) “daddy,” mouse-like, she piped up, even though in the kitchen’s still air, it was practically like shouting. “please, listen to reason.” word for trembling word. she doesn’t want tommy to hurt either of them, doesn’t want them to scream anymore. she wanted them to be safe, and happy, and smiling.

bottom lip quivering, she stared at her dad before he clenched his jaw and gave a resigned nod.

        “  that’s it...  ”    Tommy murmured.  taking a step closer to the beaten man of the house so that his own shoe could be planted firmly  &&  forcefully on the other’s broad chest.  he then bent over, grabbing the father’s face harshly by either cheek with a single hand, yanking his face into a position where the other could get a good look at him.        “  i would honestly listen to your daughter or she  WILL   pay for  your  fucking mistakes.  got that ?  ”      &&  with that, accompanied by a hard, patronizing slap to the face, Tommy straightened himself out before turning on the backs of his heels to face Laurie.          Tommy’s grin flashed big  &&   wide in her direction as he took a single stride towards her, placing a gentle hand at the top of her head.        “  don’t be sad.. daddy dearest just needs to listen !  he needs to stop acting like such a child and learn to be cooperative,  like you !      --------i’m very proud of you.  and you should be proud of yourself !  ”   Tommy’s hand gently began to stroke the smaller one’s hair as he spoke down to her.

NAME. Tommy Taffy NICKNAME(S).  n/a TITLE(S).  The Third Parent  AGE.  n/a  SPECIES. :^) GENDER. Male ALIGNMENT.  Chaotic evil INTERESTS.  Parenting, lecturing PROFESSION.  Punishing BODY TYPE. Tall, average bod EYES. illuminating blue HAIR. crew cut blonde SKIN.  poreless, looks like soft plastic. 0 skin issues. FACE.  perfect. 0 wrinkles, 0 blemishes. HEIGHT.  6′0 ? maybe a bit taller ? COMPANIONS.  his (YOUR) family :^) ANTAGONISTS.  rez  COLORS. white + red FRUITS.  n/a DRINKS.  n/a  ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES?  nooo SMOKES? do you think that’s a Good Habit to teach your children??  DRUGS? no but when others see him they think they’re on drugs DRIVERS LICENSE? who needs to drive when u can just pop out of random corners of the world and scare the shit out of everyone

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    Peering through the milky, dusty glass, Nathan is only able to discern the silhouette of the man gracing his porch in the semi-darkness ( curse the advertisements that damn the city to eternal illumination ). He’s half tempted to turn on the porch light to get a better look at the stranger whose voice chirps at him cheerily from the box, but knows to do so will only betray curiosity in spite of his suspicion.

    ❝ If you want to talk you’ll have to come back tomorrow. It’s late, ❞ comes the quiet voice curtly in response, tone tinged with ice in contrast to the stranger’s exuberance ( so suspicious! who in this dark and dreary world has it in them to express real jollity anymore? ). But it’s a false promise Nathan delivers, intending to stave off communication with this stranger, important business or no important business. Much like with the rest of the city, he wishes to isolate himself from this interaction, steep in the misery he’s collected in his home. With any luck the figure on the doorstep will take this cue to leave, whereupon Nathan will be sure to lock the outer gate behind him to prevent further encounters. It’s curious… Nathan swears that the gate had been locked the last time he’d checked it. Had it slipped his mind?

        as always,  Nathan isn’t lucky.  not tonight.  not six years ago.  not ever.  those bright blue eyes that burned brightly behind the cloudy window wouldn’t stray away.  the only motion that was ever brought upon them was from Tommy shaking his head gently,  emitting a quiet  &&  low chuckle.  

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        T H U M P !!!!         a large  &&  heavy thud vibrated against a wall of an apartment room...  then another.  &&  ANOTHER,   accompanied then by a loud  &&  demanding male voice,  seemingly disciplining another as the thud migrated to the floor,  tingling the ground slightly for other surrounding rooms.  this male voice had a symphony of groans  &&  two separate pairs of child-like whimpering,  BEGGING  the man to stop...  but he didn’t.  he wouldn’t.  not even a moment was speared before the voice of a female adult shrieked as if she were being murdered where she lay.           in this...  eventful  room was Tommy Taffy,  standing over a single mother of two young girls,  with his one hand pressing down roughly upon the other’s face,  the other wielding a kitchen knife..  carving a large slit in one corner of her mouth before moving onto the next.  both children stood behind him back in their bedroom,  clinging to one another.  they both sobbed into each other’s arms while crying out for their mother.                     “  shhh,  stop screaming !!!  the whole point of this is to give you an everlasting grin,  yknow ??  you just make your children WORRY so much with your frown.  i’ve told you that !!!  countless times !!!!   &&  now look what you’re making me do... ”

        “  if it isn’t one of GeneCo’s  FAVORITE  heirs.. to what do WE owe the pleasure of your visit ?  --------if you’ve come to fetch Nathan he’s a little  b u s y  right now.  as you should know.  ”

        “  YOU--------  come here for a moment, would you ?  ”   the sleek skinned man asked,  standing on the front porch of his newly found residence.  a large smile stretched ear to ear plastered on his face,  beckoning the teenager over with a single finger.  the grin was unsettling in itself,  but it was his bright,  diamond blue orbs that truly screamed   D A N G E R !!!