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butterflyslinky) wrote2013-07-15 07:49 am
Our Father Who Art a Mystery Part Six
XXI. The Other Guy
He did regret it sometimes, the fact that he had remained anonymous through it all. But there had been so many things to think of, so many people affected by the children, and he had to protect all of them. Yes, setting them up in a forest full of trolls probably hadn’t been the best move, but Zelda was tough, and she had said that it was all right, that all the weird shit that haunted Rob and his people wouldn’t think to look for them there.
He didn’t bother to knock on the door, just entered. “Hello, Zelda,” he said.
“Hello, Rob,” Zelda answered. There was an uncomfortable silence.
“Did you tell them?” Rob asked.
“Sort of,” Zelda said. “I told them their father was coming and I think they just put two and two together.” She bit her lip. “I hope you don’t mind.”
“No, they have the right to know,” Rob said. “Especially since you’re leaving.” There was another silence. “Zelda, I’m sorry.”
“For what?”
“For leaving you here alone. But I had to see to all of the reviews and then I ended up in Japan somehow and Critic needed so much help and…”
“Rob, don’t worry about it. We’ve been well-taken care of. Your people have never abandoned us. And Critic took care of us, just like you took care of him.”
“Yeah.” Rob smiled. “He’s good that way, even if he doesn’t see it.”
“We’ve been very lucky. And they’re all good children.”
“I know. I’ve seen them. And I’m proud of them all.”
Zelda nodded. “And I’m sure once they get over the shock, they’ll be proud to be your children.”
Rob nodded. “Are you ready to go?”
“Yes,” Zelda said, grabbing a suitcase. “The sooner the better.”
XXII. Aunt Zelda
The children were all sitting in the living room, not saying much, when Rob came down, Zelda on his arm. She smiled as she looked at them all. Her children. Her lovely, creative children who would continue to tell stories and draw pictures and love each other. She was almost sad to be leaving them, but she knew they would be all right, and that she would be off having adventures with Rob, and that they would forgive them for all of it.
“Well, children,” Zelda said. “This is it. Come give your mother and father a hug.”
They went forward, one by one, and embraced their parents, whispering good-byes and promises to look after one another. But as Brill, the last one, stepped up, she made one little request.
“Can you tell us one more story?”
Zelda smiled sadly. “I don’t have any new ones.”
“That’s okay,” Brill said. “An old one will be fine.”
Zelda glanced at Rob, who nodded. “We have time,” he said. “The world will still be there in ten minutes, and we have years to fill.”
Zelda smiled and sat down in her chair. “All right,” she said. “Just one.” She thought for a moment before settling on a story that she knew they all loved, the very first story they had all heard. “This is called ‘Birthday Party, Cheesecake, Jelly Bean, Boom! Or How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love Dr. Insano.’”
*wibble*
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*chains self to the Treehouse* MOMMY IS NOT GOING ANYWHERE!!!
I loved this. I wibbled a lot and smiled a lot. Loved all the in jokes and references to years past and such. And the whole urban fantasy type woodsy setting, us in a treehouse near roving bands of trolls.
Lol, "I'm immortal" FUCK YEAH!
I don't know how to feel about the dad. I mean, makes sense. At first I was thinking Bennett or Linkara or the Critic, but then the story eliminated them as possibilities and I had no idea. I was thinking it would be a personification of tvtropes at one point. : D
Hmmm. Me and Rob. And our hundreds of children. Yes. Awwwwwwwwww. *squees*
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I'm glad you like the jokes and setting. I was trying to make this as close to real as possible.
Of course you are. You will never die as long as we remember you. <3
Honestly, he was the only one who did make sense and who wasn't too obvious. Though a personification of TVTropes would be interesting...
And we love our mommy and daddy very much.
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I was so into the story at one point I couldn't help wondering for a sec "wait, wait. Did Zelda say something about leaving the Treehouse and I didn't know? ;_;"
The answer was really a surprise. At one point I thought the father was going to be Critic or even Doug as the Writer, definately wasn't expecting Rob.
(Hmm! I was so sure it was Bennet! :P)
For some reason, I kinda love the idea of Critic grouchily taking care and suporting all his nieces and nephews(Maybe because I'm a grouchy aunt myself xD)
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No, Zelda's not going anywhere IRL, the prompt just said "dying question," but I couldn't stand for her to die. (Love you, Mama!)
Too many people were expecting it to be Critic. No one guessed it was Rob at all.
(A lot of us were, but do you really want that? :P)
Yeah, I like that idea, especially after his "Cat in the Hat" review where he babysits Evilina.
Thank you for writing in!