WillyNillyNonsense

Are you referring to me just losing my own daughter for the third time?

If so, then I am neither proud nor nonchalant.

Or is it rightful self-hatred?

Come now, boy.

I think it is a mixture, really.

The same mixture I felt during the fire. The one Henry set off.

I had the excuse of being cut off from her last time.

And, therefore, had more of a right to fume and fuss at the fact that I could not say goodbye to her.

You have been selfish from the very beginning.

What purpose did any of those “experiments” serve?

A petty bout of murderous revenge against children who never even knew your name?

Mere children, William!

Let me put it in a way you can understand.

You are not Victor Frankenstein.

Nor are you his monster.

You are not any of the heroes you read in your youth.

Nor are you any of the intimidating villains you would cower in fear over.

You are simply Doctor Henry Jekyll.

A gluttonous, stammering Henry Jekyll using his Edward Hyde as a way to perform his acts of bloodthirstness unscathed.

Just like him, it has backfired.

Just like him, you are stuck in a small “room” of your own making.

Pacing the floor and awaiting your final judgement as Hyde himself.

Or, more likely, you are already “lifeless” on the floor.

Unloved.

Unwept.

Unsung.

I am glad that you have come to your senses.

Now: To address the obvious.

I was supposed to be rebuke you for.. certain promises you made in the past.

I, in the meantime, will need to take you with me.

We will discuss once we arrive.

Are you referring to me just losing my own daughter for the third time?

If so, then I am neither proud nor nonchalant.

Or is it rightful self-hatred?

Come now, boy.

I think it is a mixture, really.

The same mixture I felt during the fire. The one Henry set off.

I had the excuse of being cut off from her last time.

And, therefore, had more of a right to fume and fuss at the fact that I could not say goodbye to her.

You have been selfish from the very beginning.

What purpose did any of those “experiments” serve?

A petty bout of murderous revenge against children who never even knew your name?

Mere children, William!

Let me put it in a way you can understand.

You are not Victor Frankenstein.

Nor are you his monster.

You are not any of the heroes you read in your youth.

Nor are you any of the intimidating villains you would cower in fear over.

You are simply Doctor Henry Jekyll.

A gluttonous, stammering Henry Jekyll using his Edward Hyde as a way to perform his acts of bloodthirstness unscathed.

Just like him, it has backfired.

Just like him, you are stuck in a small “room” of your own making.

Pacing the floor and awaiting your final judgement as Hyde himself.

Or, more likely, you are already “lifeless” on the floor.

Unloved.

Unwept.

Unsung.

I am glad that you have come to your senses.

Now: To address the obvious.

I was supposed to be rebuke you for.. certain promises you made in the past.

Are you referring to me just losing my own daughter for the third time?

If so, then I am neither proud nor nonchalant.

Or is it rightful self-hatred?

Come now, boy.

I think it is a mixture, really.

The same mixture I felt during the fire. The one Henry set off.

I had the excuse of being cut off from her last time.

And, therefore, had more of a right to fume and fuss at the fact that I could not say goodbye to her.

You have been selfish from the very beginning.

What purpose did any of those “experiments” serve?

A petty bout of murderous revenge against children who never even knew your name?

Mere children, William!

Let me put it in a way you can understand.

You are not Victor Frankenstein.

Nor are you his monster.

You are not any of the heroes you read in your youth.

Nor are you any of the intimidating villains you would cower in fear over.

You are simply Doctor Henry Jekyll.

A gluttonous, stammering Henry Jekyll using his Edward Hyde as a way to perform his acts of bloodthirstness unscathed.

Just like him, it has backfired.

Just like him, you are stuck in a small “room” of your own making.

Pacing the floor and awaiting your final judgement as Hyde himself.

Or, more likely, you are already “lifeless” on the floor.

Unloved.

Unwept.

Unsung.

Are you referring to me just losing my own daughter for the third time?

If so, then I am neither proud nor nonchalant.

Or is it rightful self-hatred?

Come now, boy.

I think it is a mixture, really.

The same mixture I felt during the fire. The one Henry set off.

I had the excuse of being cut off from her last time.

And, therefore, had more of a right to fume and fuss at the fact that I could not say goodbye to her.

You have been selfish from the very beginning.

What purpose did any of those “experiments” serve?

A petty bout of murderous revenge against children who never even knew your name?

Mere children, William!

Are you referring to me just losing my own daughter for the third time?

If so, then I am neither proud nor nonchalant.

Or is it rightful self-hatred?

Come now, boy.

I think it is a mixture, really.

The same mixture I felt during the fire. The one Henry set off.

I had the excuse of being cut off from her last time.

And, therefore, had more of a right to fume and fuss at the fact that I could not say goodbye to her.

You have been selfish from the very beginning.

What purpose did any of those “experiments” serve?

A petty bout of murderous revenge against children who never even knew your name?

Mere children, William!

Are you referring to me just losing my own daughter for the third time?

If so, then I am neither proud nor nonchalant.

Or is it rightful self-hatred?

Come now, boy.

I think it is a mixture, really.

The same mixture I felt during the fire. The one Henry set off.

I had the excuse of being cut off from her last time.

And, therefore, had more of a right to fume and fuss at the fact that I could not say goodbye to her.

Are you referring to me just losing my own daughter for the third time?

If so, then I am neither proud nor nonchalant.

Or is it rightful self-hatred?

Come now, boy.

I think it is a mixture, really.

The same mixture I felt during the fire. The one Henry set off.

Are you referring to me just losing my own daughter for the third time?

If so, then I am neither proud nor nonchalant.

Again.

Are you ready to meet your father?

You will be the starring role for today.

Come along now.

You will get better at it in a moment.

Follow behind me..

(He leads her through a murky portal.)

After the greeting, go “all out”.

Is anyone out here?

Elizabeth, it’s all right.

Daddy’s not mad that you’re here.

You are in a place where the source of brutal consequences are laid to rest.

A strange fisherman and a golden bear once guarded it, but now it is my domain.

Old Man Consequences’ Lake, I believe the average soul calls it.

..But I think I can take you away from them.

There’s this large building nearby. A place I used to work in.

That is my father.

S-So am I.

(*he clears his throat*)

I’m— I am trying.

I just can— cannot move.

(*he tries to move one inch at a time*)

Please.

You would have gotten that courtesy if you just fled as soon as you saw me.

Then the cowardice would have been understandable.

I can at least try,

(*His movements gradually get quicker*)

(*after a quick glance over his shoulder, he scoops her up and keeps running*)

But we’re almost “home” now.

Just an uphill climb to go.

(*A pop rings out from below. The sensation of a liquid marble ramming against his neck follows. It’s enough to make him stumble and drop Elizabeth*)

(*He looks at her with confusion before realizing.*)

(*His look of horror turns into a contemplative scowl. How is he supposed to keep her safe when his own father is right behind them?*)

(*…An idea hits. There is one tactic he can try.*)

(*He turns to @themanbehindthepurpleman with a dark grin.*)

It’s over, Father.

You are too old for these “me-me”s.

Secondly.. No. I am not going to stop. In fact, I am going to Camelot with Elizabeth later today. It is a silly place, but we both need a bit of silliness after this.

I take it Camelot will not accept someone with a “missing” arm.

Your daughter will go without you.

I appreciate your optimism, Elizabeth, but I will refuse to ask King Arthur’s council.

Hang on, Father! Let’s not escalate this so quickly!

According to the original Welsh texts, Bedievere only had one hand— And he served in King Arthur’s Round Table Knighthood!

(He fires at the other arm, then aims at the hip. On a technicality, all appendages have been “shot”.)

I have no knowledge of this “Luke Skywalker”.

Yet I am aware that he should not be associated with you.

…Come along, Elizabeth.

Do you not remember how you died?

The way he neglected you?

The fact that he left you there with her in spite of his previous warnings?

How do you know that he is not dragging you into his “business” again?

I have.. many things to cry about, Elizabeth. And not just anything from today. But if we are referring to the catalyst.. Then..

(*A few more deep breaths. He gathers his thoughts..*)

I honestly thought you wouldn’t forgive me at this point.

I thought that you assumed I forgot you. Well, I haven’t.

Again.

Are you ready to meet your father?

You will be the starring role for today.

Come along now.

You will get better at it in a moment.

Follow behind me..

(He leads her through a murky portal.)

After the greeting, go “all out”.

Is anyone out here?

Elizabeth, it’s all right.

Daddy’s not mad that you’re here.

You are in a place where the source of brutal consequences are laid to rest.

A strange fisherman and a golden bear once guarded it, but now it is my domain.

Old Man Consequences’ Lake, I believe the average soul calls it.

..But I think I can take you away from them.

There’s this large building nearby. A place I used to work in.

That is my father.

S-So am I.

(*he clears his throat*)

I’m— I am trying.

I just can— cannot move.

(*he tries to move one inch at a time*)

Please.

You would have gotten that courtesy if you just fled as soon as you saw me.

Then the cowardice would have been understandable.

I can at least try,

(*His movements gradually get quicker*)

(*after a quick glance over his shoulder, he scoops her up and keeps running*)

But we’re almost “home” now.

Just an uphill climb to go.

(*A pop rings out from below. The sensation of a liquid marble ramming against his neck follows. It’s enough to make him stumble and drop Elizabeth*)

(*He looks at her with confusion before realizing.*)

(*His look of horror turns into a contemplative scowl. How is he supposed to keep her safe when his own father is right behind them?*)

(*…An idea hits. There is one tactic he can try.*)

(*He turns to @themanbehindthepurpleman with a dark grin.*)

It’s over, Father.

You are too old for these “me-me”s.

Secondly.. No. I am not going to stop. In fact, I am going to Camelot with Elizabeth later today. It is a silly place, but we both need a bit of silliness after this.

I take it Camelot will not accept someone with a “missing” arm.

Your daughter will go without you.

I appreciate your optimism, Elizabeth, but I will refuse to ask King Arthur’s council.

Hang on, Father! Let’s not escalate this so quickly!

According to the original Welsh texts, Bedievere only had one hand— And he served in King Arthur’s Round Table Knighthood!

(He fires at the other arm, then aims at the hip. On a technicality, all appendages have been “shot”.)

I have no knowledge of this “Luke Skywalker”.

Yet I am aware that he should not be associated with you.

…Come along, Elizabeth.

Do you not remember how you died?

The way he neglected you?

The fact that he left you there with her in spite of his previous warnings?

How do you know that he is not dragging you into his “business” again?

I have.. many things to cry about, Elizabeth. And not just anything from today. But if we are referring to the catalyst.. Then..

(*A few more deep breaths. He gathers his thoughts..*)

I honestly thought you wouldn’t forgive me at this point.

I thought that you assumed I forgot you. Well, I haven’t.

Again.

Are you ready to meet your father?

You will be the starring role for today.

Come along now.

You will get better at it in a moment.

Follow behind me..

(He leads her through a murky portal.)

After the greeting, go “all out”.

Is anyone out here?

Elizabeth, it’s all right.

Daddy’s not mad that you’re here.

You are in a place where the source of brutal consequences are laid to rest.

A strange fisherman and a golden bear once guarded it, but now it is my domain.

Old Man Consequences’ Lake, I believe the average soul calls it.

..But I think I can take you away from them.

There’s this large building nearby. A place I used to work in.

That is my father.

S-So am I.

(*he clears his throat*)

I’m— I am trying.

I just can— cannot move.

(*he tries to move one inch at a time*)

Please.

You would have gotten that courtesy if you just fled as soon as you saw me.

Then the cowardice would have been understandable.

I can at least try,

(*His movements gradually get quicker*)

(*after a quick glance over his shoulder, he scoops her up and keeps running*)

But we’re almost “home” now.

Just an uphill climb to go.

(*A pop rings out from below. The sensation of a liquid marble ramming against his neck follows. It’s enough to make him stumble and drop Elizabeth*)

(*He looks at her with confusion before realizing.*)

(*His look of horror turns into a contemplative scowl. How is he supposed to keep her safe when his own father is right behind them?*)

(*…An idea hits. There is one tactic he can try.*)

(*He turns to @themanbehindthepurpleman with a dark grin.*)

It’s over, Father.

You are too old for these “me-me”s.

Secondly.. No. I am not going to stop. In fact, I am going to Camelot with Elizabeth later today. It is a silly place, but we both need a bit of silliness after this.

I take it Camelot will not accept someone with a “missing” arm.

Your daughter will go without you.

I appreciate your optimism, Elizabeth, but I will refuse to ask King Arthur’s council.

Hang on, Father! Let’s not escalate this so quickly!

According to the original Welsh texts, Bedievere only had one hand— And he served in King Arthur’s Round Table Knighthood!

(He fires at the other arm, then aims at the hip. On a technicality, all appendages have been “shot”.)

I have no knowledge of this “Luke Skywalker”.

Yet I am aware that he should not be associated with you.

…Come along, Elizabeth.

Do you not remember how you died?

The way he neglected you?

The fact that he left you there with her in spite of his previous warnings?

How do you know that he is not dragging you into his “business” again?

Again.

Are you ready to meet your father?

You will be the starring role for today.

Come along now.

You will get better at it in a moment.

Follow behind me..

(He leads her through a murky portal.)

After the greeting, go “all out”.

Is anyone out here?

Elizabeth, it’s all right.

Daddy’s not mad that you’re here.

You are in a place where the source of brutal consequences are laid to rest.

A strange fisherman and a golden bear once guarded it, but now it is my domain.

Old Man Consequences’ Lake, I believe the average soul calls it.

..But I think I can take you away from them.

There’s this large building nearby. A place I used to work in.

That is my father.

S-So am I.

(*he clears his throat*)

I’m— I am trying.

I just can— cannot move.

(*he tries to move one inch at a time*)

Please.

You would have gotten that courtesy if you just fled as soon as you saw me.

Then the cowardice would have been understandable.

I can at least try,

(*His movements gradually get quicker*)

(*after a quick glance over his shoulder, he scoops her up and keeps running*)

But we’re almost “home” now.

Just an uphill climb to go.

(*A pop rings out from below. The sensation of a liquid marble ramming against his neck follows. It’s enough to make him stumble and drop Elizabeth*)

(*He looks at her with confusion before realizing.*)

(*His look of horror turns into a contemplative scowl. How is he supposed to keep her safe when his own father is right behind them?*)

(*…An idea hits. There is one tactic he can try.*)

(*He turns to @themanbehindthepurpleman with a dark grin.*)

It’s over, Father.

You are too old for these “me-me”s.

Secondly.. No. I am not going to stop. In fact, I am going to Camelot with Elizabeth later today. It is a silly place, but we both need a bit of silliness after this.

I take it Camelot will not accept someone with a “missing” arm.

Your daughter will go without you.

I appreciate your optimism, Elizabeth, but I will refuse to ask King Arthur’s council.

Hang on, Father! Let’s not escalate this so quickly!

According to the original Welsh texts, Bedievere only had one hand— And he served in King Arthur’s Round Table Knighthood!

Again.

Are you ready to meet your father?

You will be the starring role for today.

Come along now.

You will get better at it in a moment.

Follow behind me..

(He leads her through a murky portal.)

After the greeting, go “all out”.

Is anyone out here?

Elizabeth, it’s all right.

Daddy’s not mad that you’re here.

You are in a place where the source of brutal consequences are laid to rest.

A strange fisherman and a golden bear once guarded it, but now it is my domain.

Old Man Consequences’ Lake, I believe the average soul calls it.

..But I think I can take you away from them.

There’s this large building nearby. A place I used to work in.

That is my father.

S-So am I.

(*he clears his throat*)

I’m— I am trying.

I just can— cannot move.

(*he tries to move one inch at a time*)

Please.

You would have gotten that courtesy if you just fled as soon as you saw me.

Then the cowardice would have been understandable.

I can at least try,

(*His movements gradually get quicker*)

(*after a quick glance over his shoulder, he scoops her up and keeps running*)

But we’re almost “home” now.

Just an uphill climb to go.

(*A pop rings out from below. The sensation of a liquid marble ramming against his neck follows. It’s enough to make him stumble and drop Elizabeth*)

(*He looks at her with confusion before realizing.*)

(*His look of horror turns into a contemplative scowl. How is he supposed to keep her safe when his own father is right behind them?*)

(*…An idea hits. There is one tactic he can try.*)

(*He turns to @themanbehindthepurpleman with a dark grin.*)

It’s over, Father.

You are too old for these “me-me”s.

Secondly.. No. I am not going to stop. In fact, I am going to Camelot with Elizabeth later today. It is a silly place, but we both need a bit of silliness after this.

Again.

Are you ready to meet your father?

You will be the starring role for today.

Come along now.

You will get better at it in a moment.

Follow behind me..

(He leads her through a murky portal.)