All four members were dead silent as the only sound that filled the atmosphere was the suckling of little fingers. Rippen's father, Axalon more openly gawked at the small thing while Vlurgen and the head of the family, Hedwin, leered at the pitiful lump of ugly genes. That is until their gaze latched back onto Rippen, the stupid brother and son who brought the vermin here and kept it a secret for a whole night, letting it spread its germs and stench within their home.

"Mama, please let me ex—"

"You know what I see?" His dear mother cut him off, eyes still lingering on the thing her son deems a baby. "I see a show of utter insolence on display before me. An ungrateful being blinded with blissful ignorance of what the world has to cruelly offer." She leaned against the island, placing her hands on the countertop yet keeping far from the tiny thing's grasp, "And I see an infant."

That was such a devastating blow to Rippen's character, at least the most devastating this month. Vlurgen grinned all the same at his miserable existence, drinking in the humiliation that tore its way in and out of him.

Rippen patiently awaited for his time to respond, not to counteract his mother in any way, he would never attempt to speak so out of turn with her. He only wanted to explain himself.

Hedwin waved her hand, her visage of detachment faced away from him, and her gaze laid upon her nails, "You may speak. No whinging."

"I had no plans in keeping it- I don't even know why I even brought it back home in the first place, honest, Mama..." No lies being passed as half-hearted truths, there was absolutely zero plan of keeping it and he didn't truly understand why he did such a dreadfully idiotic thing. Yet, the one thing that stung worse more than anything, was that he got caught. Proving that his sneaky and tactful side was severely lacking for a soon-to-be villain such as himself.

"So, whut then is your next course of action?" Her attention still on her nails as her thumb traced the painted claw of her middle finger.

Rippen gave his answer some thought before speaking, "... find its parents?" He sheepishly replied, his shoulders tensed and attempting to take the place of his spikey head as his neck sank down.

Every single family member's attention was back on him in a way that really showed that they were casting a considerably closer look at him. Axalon and Vlurgen trying to conceal their befuddlement, his father doing a better job than his sister.

"That is," His mother's face gave way to slight surprise to the response, her rubied gaze slowly moving back to his line of sight. "Certainly an option that you've chosen."

Was that the right choice? It was certainly one that led to the infant's departure. He couldn't just leave it back on the street, imagine the next gullible fool that ended up in his position, not like he cared about this hypothetical person- no, a better reasoning as to why he shouldn't re-abandoned it: he could get in trouble for littering! Yes, precisely! This option simply cuts out all the messy and potentially troublesome bits.

After that, the kitchen fell quiet again...

"Well?" Her eyes were as cold as the blood-encircled obsidian stones that made up her irises and pupils.

Rippen sputtered out, "W- Well?"

"Go."

Ordered him around like some sort of mongrel she so generously let sleep in the old utility room. A mongrel who obediently listened, rising from his seat and lunging towards the redhead, yanking him back like a ticking bomb about to blow in front of his mother, and the other two. Just like he viewed it last night.

"Don't return until you get rid of it."

The little creature cooed, grubby hands latching onto his shirt as Rippen skedaddled right out of the house. Not even heeding thoughts of stopping and changing into some fresh clothes or‐ none of that mattered. Only ridding himself and his family of this wretched tiny thing was the single most important matter in his whole wide world.

The extensive journey ahead will entail great suffering, he knew this as a certainty, remarkably so with the little tot he was toting around. He'll have to endure for the time being, it shouldn't take too long, he'll make sure of it. And the same sentiment about great suffering can be said about the curly-slightly-haired stray as well, being carried around with an empty belly was practically being sentenced to fade away from existence. This cannot stand! Its starvation shall be known to the entire planet!

The sudden noise startled Rippen, him thinking it was some sort of siren going off, but typically those don't sound that close, close enough to blare in his eardrums. He swiftly discovered the source much to his horror. That ugly, wrinkly red face just inches aways from his wailed at him as it grew redder and redder, like it was attempting to match those very few curls that blossomed forth from its big head. Lone buck teeth being unveiled with wobbly, drooly lips. All a sickening sight.

An embarrassing one too as a few passersby locked onto the young man and baby with contemptuous gazes. He acted reflexively by holding its head close to his chest and shuffled away until he was out of public view, hiding in an alleyway. Hopefully not another infant was waiting around for him, he didn't want to deal with a litter.

Adjusting the babe in his arms, he interrogated it, "Why are you causing a scene?"

The answer he received was more of the same, big unsettlingly blue eyes wetly blinking up at him, little fingers ensnaring his shirt and yanking at it. As though trying to communicate, the point came across crystal clear when the runt slammed his face against the man's broad chest and slobbered all over.

"Oh..." The realization finally dawned on him, and then some added disgust, "OH EW!" He held the ever-running drool faucet away from him, surveying the mess made. "Oh, come onnnnn!" He whined, throwing his head back in utter despair. First, a baby and now this? A little stain that'll eventually dry out on its own? Surely he'll be stoned in the streets for such uncleanliness, it truly was the end of his nonexistent social standing as he knew it!

No time was given to rub off the drool as the crying started up again, making his pointed ears snapping back in irritation. "Alright! Alright! You've made your point, you're hungry!"

The wailing quieted, the utterance of that last word really shut the little bugger up and it was like this strange, green person finally understood his tearful prayers. Take that dang shirt off and-

"Now, there's got to be something nearby." Rippen sighed, taking in a last deep breath before he casted himself back onto the streets and marched towards the closest baby store. Easier said than done.

After all his youth being spent upon these streets and roads, he never bothered to really get to know his surroundings. Only knowing a few notable places and stores that mainly revolved around his interests and curiosity. Wait, why was he ragging on himself for not knowing the exact location of a godsforsaken store for babies?! He wasn't planning to find some stray on the street since the age of eleven! This whole thing was ridiculous, he should just focus on finding the parents, no pit stops!

No, no, that'll cause more trouble down the line. What if seeing their infant acting up and fussy would make them no longer want it back? Or they think that Rippen was purposely starving the thing and trap him in their basement and starve him to death? Anything could happen, no half measures. Food then continue searching.

Asking for help could be very beneficial for the two, too bad that Rippen was too haughty to even entertain that thought. He can find it on his own, he deemed his internal compass top notch and infallible.

That mindset was probably put into question after hours of scouting for the proverbial store. If it was one hour longer, the infant that his tired arms carried around would've bitten a chunk out of Rippen in an astonishing leap in development from milk to flesh.

Wicked by Nurture

Baby Boutique

Going inside and getting a good gander at the place made him want to double over in revulsion. Yet, he carried on, scanning around for a bottle and formula enough to last the day.

While trying to ignore all the sideways glances he received, an idea came across his mind. He enacted it by getting the attention of another man, "Hey, do you know anyone—"

The man noticed Rippen, his eyes widened and violently shook his head, not even letting the younger man finish as he sped walked away with the numerous items in his basket.

Rippen tried again, asking a woman with a toddler this time, "Excuse me, Miss, do you know anyone with a baby that looks—"

"Diseased like yours?" She sharply cut him off, "Thank the gods no." The toddler strapped with a leash stared up at the weird looking baby as her mother brought her closer out of fear of being infected. "I pity you and your wife's situation though."

"I- I don't have a wife, I'm not even married."

This seemed to strike a nerve with the woman, her response to that was to sneer and walk away, pushing her shopping trolley. The toddler lingering for a bit until she was yanked away by the leash.

The failed interactions were perfectly punctuated by the oncoming storm the one might call a tantrum that was building up in the runt in his arm, slapping something off one of the shelves and shattering across the floor. It took every fiber in Rippen's being not to yell at an infant in public.

He had to go numb, that's all, just shut out all the boiling emotions and thoughts and deal with the mess. Breathe in, take a step away from the shelves to avoid further destruction, breathe out. Close your eyes, breathe in-

"Pups, huh? Always keeping you on your toes."

"Huh?" Rippen opened his eyes to see a woman cleaning up the glass mess near his feet. "Whut are you doing?"

"Helping." She answered it so casually, like it wasn't any trouble at all even though the smelly, fussy brat made it everyone's problem. Observing the woman below him, he noticed how covered up she was: something with long sleeves with what appeared to be a handmade sweater poncho over it, a headscarf hiding her probably tied up hair and to add to the extraness, sunglasses. Concealing herself head to toe. He wouldn't have questioned it if it wasn't for the sunglasses. Those rang as highly suspicious to him.

He didn't go out of his way to help the strange woman, letting himself stand there and stare down at her like an asshole. Once finishing up and holding the glass in her hands, she peeked around for a trash bin to deposit. After taking all the proper precautions and tossing the shards, she turns back to the young man, who in turn, was about to sneak away.

She obviously caught him in the act and tried to ring him back into a conversation, "Finding everything okay?"

"Oh gods, do you work here?" He whipped back around, using the boy as a shield from potential ridicule. While yes, it is the worker's job to clean up after others, he knew first hand how pissy it can make people be. He's been on both sides, neither are fun.

"No," She shook her head and arms, "I just noticed you peeking around, you look a little lost." Even with sunglasses concealing her eyes, she was still quite expressive.

Rippen arched a brow, "Oh, so you're spying on me, huh? Weirdo."

"NO- No, I am NOT spying on you." That made her shake her head and hands more rapidly than before, looking like those parts were about to screw off and fly onto the floor.

"That's exactly whut a spy would say." He accused as he held his head high, knowing he was right. That high horse he was sat upon bucked him off in the form of the grumbly sprog somehow managing to get a grubby hand full of Rippen's hair, yanking in impatience.

"I- you know whut? Fair enough, they do say that." That odd little comment flew past Rippen's notice, but her peeking around for something or someone didn't go by overlooked, "So you don't need help then?"

Rippen wanted terribly to say no, that he had everything handled. The tot tattering the ends of his luscious hair betrayed that notion, he was clearly struggling with the most simplest of tasks. So, he sighed and asked in a monotone voice, "Whut's the best, cheapest formula that'll last me a day?"

That spun into a whole dialogue about the nutritional needs of pups, how often you need to feed them, and that led to how often you should change their nappies, have you changed it yet? No, actually, he hasn't and he didn't at all feel shitty for not even checking until now. Oh, but don't worry, she'll do it for him and continue to go on and on about every necessary thing he needs to care for a pup. He averted his attention as she set the little "cutie" on a changing table and did the deed and- oh...

It was a boy.

The whirlwind of information seemed to no longer pound against his skull and merely entering through one ear and stayed within his mind. Something about the fact that it was a boy seemed to matter to Rippen for some reason. That sliver of relief faded as the little detail added another thought to his overanalyzing mind...

What if he was left there because he was a son, not a daughter?

A concept not unheard of yet one that sank Rippen's heart from his chest way down to his ass. Not out of heartbreak or sorrow, but out of fear of a potential fool's errand. That this was all for not.

"And here's all you need!" Her cheerful voice broke through his thinking. Baby boy all cleaned up and a little less cranky, along with a diaper bag picked out and full of day's worth of everything Rippen needed. A bottle, ready-to-feed formula, nappies, wipes, clothes, some toys, and what looked to be like some sort of small med kit. The whole shebang!

A whole shebang's worth of money that Rippen did not have.

Before he could speak up, "So, if you don't mind me asking," He always minded people asking him stupid questions, "Whut's the little pup's name?" She crooned, playing with the curly red tuft on the boy's bulbous head.

"Name..."

Dear gods, why ask him such a question? He could feel those scrutinizing eyes laying their sights upon him once more, being judged for not being able to provide a simple question. His sights blinked around him, waiting for people to come out of the woodwork and accuse him of numerous falsehoods. A baby snatcher, a terrible father, a wantwit child who couldn't do what he was told, dilly-dallying the day away! He wasn't even allowed to name him! He wasn't keeping him, he wasn't... his.

"It's alright, finding the right name takes time. I spent sooo much time mulling over my wee Z- ... my wee gloop's name." Seeing her reminiscing over her own child made Rippen's chest feel... gross. But it did put his mind at some ease.

"Do I really need all of—"

"WELL! I hope you find everything alright! I hope you and your son have a lovely day! Don'tbeastrangerbyeeeeeee!" She abruptly fled the door, waving a frantic hand towards him as she rushed to the outside world. The store's windows she walked past showed her cheery expression shifting to a more panicked one as she adjusted her speed from a light jog to a marathon run.

"Whut the f—"

Someone shoulder checked Rippen, marching past him and out the door before the young man could give them an earful and bark at them for their rudeness. Only a few hostile words spewed out of Rippen's mouth once the door swung open and shut back in place. He huffed and his attention returned to the boy and bag full of things that were apparently essential. Not knowing that the stranger was most definitely tailing the kind woman.

"Alright... let's see how much you're costing me, you money leech." Heaving out what must've been the fiftieth sigh of the day while he scooped up the freshly changed baby and grabbed the bag, heading over to the checkout desk.

Placing the items on the surface gained no response from the worker, only scanning everything and making no attempts of small talk. Rippen dealt with the bugger's tiny grippers as each item beeped and beeped. That is, until they noticed something in the bag, sneaking a hand in and pulling it out. "You forgot your money in here, sir."

"Money?" Rippen's focus snapped onto the work holding up a roll of cash. Most definitely not his. No, it couldn't be... why would she do that? "Oh, right, my money." He tentatively took the roll and looked over it as the worker wrapped up scanning and started to bag.

"That'll be a hundred five notes and twenty-seven cents."

"My bloody head on a pike..." He mumbled as he counted through the roll of money with a nosey nipper trying to get at the cash. Counting a generous eighty in total. An amount that would be great to put away for a rainy day, but couldn't due to his current situation. He slid it over on the desk and went to grab his wallet... his wallet was at home. "Uhhh, one moment please!" He sheepishly grinned, placing the babe next to the bag. Lowering himself down to his right shoe and slipped it off, digging under the insole and slipped out twenty-six wrinkled notes.

Shoe back in place, albeit slightly off with every step due to the disturbance, he handed over the rest. The worker tapped the desk, not wanting to touch the foot-notes. Rippen dislodged a strained chuckle, "Sorry about that... and you can just put everything in that bag."

Finally, everything was said and done! A bag on his back and a baby boy in his arms, who began to get grouchy again. Rippen paused his stride and sat down near the store on the, thankfully, empty pavement to prepare a bottle.

No bottle warmer, which is apparently a thing, so the hangry brat would have to deal. Like the starving stray it- he was, he instantly latched onto the bottle and suckled on it greedily. Unholy grumbling sounds of feeding grated on Rippen's ears, pinching back from the sheer awfulness of it. "And whut do you have to say for your antics? For my generosity? An apology and thank you, perhaps?" Sneering over the noises, trying to let himself be unfazed by it. After every single drop of the formula was sucked dry from the bottle, a disgusting burp was the answer Rippen got. Along with a sudden sneeze to the face.

"............. wonderful."

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Knock knock knock.

The home's door opened, the owner being greeted with the sight of a young man and a strange baby at their doorstep.

"Evening," He politely said, shifting the baby in his arms to give the onlooker a better view of the little guy. "Is this your baby, or do you happen to know anyone with this baby?"

"Nope."

"Oh, well, apologies for—" The door so happened to shut between them before he could finish his apology. No worries, he moved on to the next house. Then to the next one, then the one after that and the other one after that. Hustling down the street. Fitting in a quick break once the grumblings of a hungry were made known to him.

Sit. Bag. Formula. Shake. Bottle. Feed.

Knock knock knock.

"Evening! Is this your baby—"

"Uh no?"

"Do you know anyone that has a baby that looks like—"

"No?"

"Right then, thank you for your—" Door to the face.

Hours upon hours of door after door after door after door to the face, there were those few times no one answered the knocking. This suburban venture was turning into a real trip through a hellscape, especially with the bag and babe he was lugging around, arms growing tired of the responsibility of holding the formula-full tot. That one pram he spotted at the boutique would've done wonders for this endeavor, he could set the bag in the storage basket and have nothing weighing him down, nice and breezy! .... wait, what was he doing?! Why even entertain thoughts of such an expense he'd only use once! Constantly being on his feet must have been driving him to lunacy!

Sit. Bag. Formula. Shake. Bottle. Feed.

The numerous doors slammings and constant interruption was driving up a wall, people all day barely let him get a full sentence out. He probably hasn't blown up at anyone yet because he was too damn exhausted to get his blood boiling.

About to sit his tired ass down on the pavement for himself this time around, his ears pricked up, hearing some voices in the distance. Curiosity and hope got the best of him and he shambled towards them. Near a park with one of those trademark dangerous playgrounds and obstacle course, almost looked like the one he and Vlurgen grew up with... what horrible memories the sight drummed up.

"Luv, I can't seem to find his teether." One said, and the other piped up with, "Whut? Really?"

His mind began tuning out losing their baby's teether and the other part about losing something else or maybe someone? It didn't matter. His eyes were fixed onto the very nice-looking pram they had. He paid no mind to the worried mother going off, scrambling to find the teether, attentively watching the larger of the two take the fat baby out of the pram and bounced him around in attempts to soothe his bawling wrath. Walking around, singing some sort of tune... was that what lullabies sounded like?

When both were a good distance from the pram, Ripoen made his move. He scoped around the area for any witnesses before gunning for it, clutching his baby so as to not drop him along the way, bag shuffling side to side on his back. When reaching it, with unnatural care, he laid down the confused baby boy and yanked down the canopy. Getting behind to snatch the pram's handle, he felt like he elevated his peak speed to that of a rocket ship with a pram duct tape to it.

"Whu- EXCUSE YOU, YOU LIL' PUNK!" The larger, buffer woman hollered, her voice striking terror into the Rippen's heart. But he didn't dare look back.

Since he chose to only look ahead, he didn't realize the danger he was almost in. The woman snagged a sizable rock off the ground and adjusted her aim until her sights landed on her target: the dirtbag thief. She hefted her son slightly onto her shoulder so he wouldn't observe such needless violence. Aim, ready, fire—

"WAIT! STOP! HE'S GOT A PUP!"

The buff woman beefed it and missed him, thankfully. If not for the interruption, his skull would've definitely been caved in and the pup would presumably be fatherless.

He's lucky for the kindness that persists to thrive under the harsh conditions that is their planet.

Mewling underneath the canopy slipped out, making his infant's fear of the situation be known. "Shhhh‐shhh-shh, you're okay, I'm okay, we're okay!"

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Knock knock knock.

"Evening..." Rippen tiredly spoke, "Is this your baby?" The pram presented to the homeowner, that was clearly carried up the steps, showed off an odd looking creature with the peeling back of the canopy like it was a worthwhile reveal.

They closed the door with an audible lock right after.

"Yeah, I figured..."

Sit. Bag. Formula. Shake. Bottle. Feed. Gotta change soon.

Knock knock knock.

"Even—"

"BOMB ME, I DARE YOU! I HAVE YOU ON CAMERA!"

"BOMB YOU? NO! THIS IS A BABY, LOOK—"

"I AIN'T FALLING FOR THAT! PISS OFF OR I'LL CALL THE SENTINELS!"

"OKAY! OKAY! I'M GOING—"

"GO ON AND GET!"

"I AM, YOU CODGER!"

Knock knock knock.

Door open, Rippen, pitch your pitch. "... evening... thisyourbaby?" After that word vomit, he realized he was staring at an empty doorway, his eyes flicking around for a person until he looked down and found him. A small, stout Underling stared back up at him.

He answered with the usual, "No."

With the grab of the pram's handle and a sigh, "Appreciate your time—"

A sudden jerk prevented Rippen from backing out, the cause being the Underling grabbing onto the bassinet part, "Wait." He stood on his tiptoes and peered inside to see a strange, blue-eyed pup that stared back in quiet alarm. He didn't know why, but just the audacity of this guy just crossing their boundaries made his throat and chest feel as tight as his grip around the handle. He couldn't tell if he was vibrating with rage or something was wrong with his upper respiratory system.

"Have you tried Progeny Services?" The little man asked. Rippen's response to that was a slow head shake, clearly not understanding what exactly he was talking about.

The Underling hung off the pram, gesturing a hand as he explained. "Y'know, Progeny... under-something or other Services?" Again, Rippen shook his head. The guy hopped off and made it back to the door, "I don't know, It's somewhere in the middle of the district, ain't too hard to miss. They deal with strays."

And nobody told him?! It couldn't be because Rippen was too haughty or embarrassed to even ask around for such pertinent information! Obviously he was gatekept from that knowledge, especially from that supposedly kind lady.

"Oh," Rippen was quite stunned by how thoughtful this man was being, telling him the perfect place to go. "Thank you—"

"Eh, I just don't wanna deal with finding your corpse on the pavement just because you were seen as a nuisance." The Underling started to close the door, muttering out before it fully shut, "It'd ruin my morning walk."

Rippen took his leave and strolled down the pavement, letting a beat of peace and quiet passing by in the darkened street. "Hear that, boyo?" Rippen jittered with hope, pulling back the canopy, "Almost done. Just gotta find Progeny... something something Ser—" He paused as he saw the little guy passed out after quite the long, excitement-filled day. "—vices." He fixed the canopy back in place and kept walking, heading towards the center of the district. He needed to make it before closing time

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Progeny Undertaking

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Processing Services

This will certainly be an undertaking.

It was nothing special or flashy, only a gig cleaning up after torture sessions. It wouldn't be so dreadful if it wasn't for the changing hours, people coming in late to do whatever horrible things to their enemies. He never cleaned when a session was taking place, of course. But, if he ever did, surely he could handle such a sight. The smells, on the other hand? Heavens, no. It made him want to chug bleach through his nose. The screams and cries for help were also awfully numbing to his senses. It'd be nicer if more villains were more inclined to use gags. He didn't want to hear them bawling like infants. Those cries were still invading his mind even though he was miles away for the accursed place.

Oddly enough, they sounded so close and like an actual infant... but just one. He spun around, entertaining his auditorial hallucinations for a moment, as if he was expecting to find an actual source. And he did.

In a darkened alleyway, something was wailing deep within, the shadows engulfing the being making such horrid sounds. He knew better than walking into such a situation. It was perfect conditions for being jumped or kidnapped. Yet, he went against his better judgment and hesitantly inched towards the sound.

Yes, he could see in the dark, but that didn't make it any less nerve-wracking. Especially when he didn't see any figures trying to stay hidden amongst the shadows, meaning there was nobody out to get him or they were excellent at hiding. A third option was that it really was losing his sanity from the grueling hours spent in that glorified slaughter house.

Once he reached the end, it grew very quiet suddenly, and no one was there. So, that settle it, his mind was going. He scoffed at the possible revelation and was about to turn back, but a new sound stopped him in dead in his tracks. Soft babbling.

He checked the only direction he didn't look: down. Obviously, it was a foolish thing not to do in the moment like this, expecting some sort of attack. But when he did, he was in for a shock. The strangest baby he's ever laid his sights upon looked up at him with the bluest eyes while babbling in an incoherent manner. Its head was massive with a bunched up mess of tuft, curly red hair stuck to it. Comically bucked upper teeth were the only things stuck in its gums, no other teeth grew in just yet. The first question to hit Rippen's mind was: Who left this thing here!?

Again, this had to be a ruse, no way someone would leave such an ugly thing here for no reason unless to trick people or to scare them. Neither happened as he surveyed his surroundings once more. The infant, or what he thought could pass as one, started making grabby hands at him.

"Aha! I see how it is! You want my wallet! Don't you?" He confidently deduced, checking his back pocket in case it wasn't already stolen. The grabby hands continued.

He pulled out the wallet and tauntingly waved it over the clueless baby, giggling at the funny looking toy. Sure, it didn't jingle, but it was moving around really fast, and that was amusing enough. The wallet was lowered closer, just enough for the redhead to attempt grabbing it. "Well, you can't have it!" He ripped away from his grasp and shoved it back into the same pocket it hid in. He shouldn't be teasing a possible threat, but he couldn't help himself sometimes. Which is why he'd come back with a black eye and a missing wallet or shoes.

The baby faced dropped its happy demeanor into confusion, it's cooing changed to some sort of whimpering. Slightly lifting up from its sitting spot to try to reach just a little bit higher only to plonk back down. Rippen wickedly chuckled at the pathetic attempt to steal from him. He turned around and started to make his way out of the, quite frankly, smelly alley.

When he was a good distance away, the wailing started up again. He twirled back around to see a full-on flood of tears, leaving those baby blues. Not only that, but it was trying to make its way towards him, crawling on the dirty ground. He wanted to walk away, but he stayed, staring back at the little thing. Then, the realization hit him. This was an actual baby left all alone in this dark, dingy alleyway. No way no self-respecting thief would play this desperate, or at least, that's what he told himself when he made the decision. One he might regret.

He went back, even as he walked towards it, the infant didn't stop its pursuit of the stranger. Mainly because it was too busy crying for his attention to not notice that its cries were not in vain. Only when it was finally picked up and in Rippen's grasp, the bawling subsided. He held the infant away from him like he was holding a bomb, ticking along until the big finish. He observed the baby soft baby with a surly expression, something that's difficult to turn off. Instead of being fearful, the infant just had no qualms with being held by this odd-looking individual. Simply smiling away.

Babies do not commonly smile at him. So this whole display was weird. It actually made him quite uneasy. Ew. Was what came to mind. Then, genuine concern for the poor thing. A harsh sneeze erupted from its little body, thankfully not snot spewed onto his face. It's not like he'd do anything. It was a baby, and babies didn't do a lot of things to enrage people purposely. But there was always the possibility of being very wrong.

A gust of chilled air ripped through the alleyway, causing a shiver to shudder down the baby's fragile spine. The same cause of the aggressive sneeze. Rippen wasn't terribly affected by the cold draft, meaning that this lost child was way more susceptible to this environment he was raised in. Before he could think about it for more than a second, he brought the infant closer to his chest, sharing his body heat. Walking back onto the streets and homeward bound while the warmth he held on his arms were occupied by his newly obtained child.

After a few steps into his stroll, it dawned on him: He was now bringing a baby home. How could he bring a baby home? He absolutely despised such creatures, and yet, he was marching onwards like this is any other day of the week! He can't do this. There was absolutely no way he could—

He did. He, in fact, brought a random baby into his parent's house. He was already inside, so there was no turning back now. If he took the decision back, what would he do? Leave it by the trash bins outside? No, he wasn't that cruel. Maybe that's an easy thing he could change—no. Because then, his father would make him take out the trash like he always does, and then he was back to square one. Yes, that was the only reason he didn't leave an infant back outside...

Since he was past the door, locked and everything, what was his plan now? The only place he could reasonably keep it was in his bedroom, which wasn't ideal, but this whole situation wasn't ideal once he decided to make this responsibility. Hopefully, the baby was just as tired as he was and fell asleep instantly. Oh, that's another thing, a bed. He thought about a good replacement for a bed as he tiptoed through his home, everything perfectly quiet and at a standstill. That is, until another sudden sneeze expelled from the baby, acting more as an explosion that took place in the living quarters than an innocent sneeze.

"Rippen?" It was his mother's voice, tired and agitated.

His blood ran cold, and he froze in place like an imperfect ice sculpture. The infant didn't spare any attention to the unknown voice. It was too busy getting snug in the stranger's arms and stealing his body heat.

"Don't you dare disturb my slumber again... or else."

He knew what "or else" meant, one to many disturbances lead to... he shouldn't dwell on that now. He had to get to his room, and fast, and quietly. Easier said, then done, but for once, the night let him be successful in his endeavors, and he made safely into his little pocket of sanctuary. Emphasis on 'little'.

Compared to everyone else's bedrooms in the home, his was the smallest, right after his father's. That room was mainly used his when parents were having one of their quarrels, and his father was banished from their shared chambers. Rippen wasn't completely sure if that was common place amongst families, or his was simply unique. It's not like he'd ask anyone else. He didn't have friends or coworkers that'd speak to him. Which was fine, of course. He quite liked being left to his own devices.

With a soft click of the door being carefully closed shut, he breathed a sigh of relief. He could feel the arm he was using to cradle the baby start to go numb. He needed to find something to act as a bed for the little guy... girl? He never thought of the infant's gender until now. Perhaps it didn't have one? He couldn't tell by looking back down at it. The only information he gathered was from a little yawn escaping that buck-toothed mouth. Eyelids heavy with exhaustion, desperately being fought off with sudden head jerks until ultimately, growing heavy once more. It was surprisingly adorable?

Rippen ejected those thoughts from his mind and focused on the task at hand. He gently placed the squishy baby upon his messy bed and went to work, finding a sleeping solution for it. As he did so, the little thing spread out. It's even smaller limbs out and fell asleep in its new favorite resting place. Everything was arranged, and he settled with the idea of making the bottom drawer of his dresser a makeshift bassinet. Keeping it open, of course, unless he needed a quick way to hide the baby. That was safe, right?

He sat down and his bed, giving himself a quick breather. When he looked at his temporary roommate, he was utterly distraught to find the little bugger slumbering away. He could move it to the drawer, but that would risk him waking the baby and not be able to sooth it back to sleep. So, he reluctantly accepted that he had to share his bed with a strange, moderately dirty baby he found on the ground. Who knows what possible diseases it may have caught. He curled his body around the littler body and carefully pulled the blanket up past his waist, covering the infants as well.

Instead of rolling onto his back, he stayed on his side, watching the baby breathe. He still couldn't believe he did this. It was so unlike him... wasn't it? He could accept that this was indeed unlike anything he'd ever do, or he could face the fact that he's still young and figuring himself out. He's susceptible to change, just like everyone else. Maybe it was in his nature to help those in need...

No. That wasn't in his nature. That wasn't the nature of his world. He should've followed the natural order and left it to freeze alone in the darkness. He was an up-and-coming villain! He was heartless! He was diabolical! He was—

A soft cooing interrupted his thoughts, making him realize he was tightly holding onto his pillow. He blinked back into the real world and took his gaze off the wall and back down to the baby. Mistakenly, he brought his hand over to the soft flesh that was the infant's tummy. He couldn't explain why he did it, only thay he did. With a soft poke, a tiny chubby hand snatched his fingers. He could pry the fingers off... but he didn't. He could move it to the drawer... but he didn't. He could..... but he didn't want to.

He was miserably failing to be the villain he wanted to be, but for now... that was okay.

Somehow, they both slept peacefully throughout the night. The baby not releasing its surprisingly sturdy grip, and Rippen not any sort of making an effort to take his hand back.

It was a shame that he didn't think about what type of morning awaited him. In his slumber, a prank was supposed to take place, courtesy of his older sister, Vlurgen. But instead, when he fluttered his eyes open and on his back with his arm awkwardly over his chest due to the baby death grip on his hand, another pair of scarlet eyes peered down at him.

She grinned maniacally. "You're so dead meat."

"Vlurgen..." His eyes wide with fear, like he was facing down a rabid animal. She liked that view of herself and the fear she stirs deep within him. "I can explain—"

"MUUUUUUUUUUUUM!"