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FATHER!
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ALL MY TROUBLES ON A BURNING PILE, I LIGHT UP AND I START TO SMILE.
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'Good, good. A great team effort, I'd say.'

[And the voice grew more and more distant, until Ben could no longer hear it at all. Like his own subconscious voice had returned, which implied that the conversation internally wasn't with the same voice.]

[... Scary.]
… but by my side, instead.’

[ This plan elicits a deep chuckle in his throat that grows louder with each second. ]

‘Consider it done.’
'She'd be the woman of your dreams, more so than she is now. All the Chili you could EVER WANT. . .~!'

[The voice cackles maniacally.]

'So, what's stopping you from putting research into this~? What's stopping you, those pesky Kids Next Door or your stray cat of a daughter? Make it happen.'
[ He steeples his fingers, lips curling. ]

‘She’d be magnificent.’
'If you make it a dazzling ring, who's to say she'd NEVER take it off? Perhaps it CAN'T be taken off. And once the transformation has taken place, why WOULD she~?'

[A dark chuckle.]

'Exactly. All adults have such malice roaring in their hearts. She's just got hers tamed to a point of dormancy.'
[ Not only what is that, but who? His own, but not his own—he can hear it so clearly in his mind. Smooth, persuasive. ]

‘A ring… How clever. Nobody would ever suspect it, least of all her…

She already has it in her, doesn’t she? All this would be is a little… help.’
[An inner monologue cuts through his regular thinking like butter.]

'How about a ring that slowly warps her into a villainess? Her disobedience and friendly nature would simply disappear as the ring brings out her more adult impulses?'

[What the fuck is that thought.]
[An inner monologue cuts through his regular thinking like butter.]

'How about a ring that slowly warps her into a villainess? Her disobedience and friendly nature would simply disappear as the ring brings out her more adult impulses?'

[What the fuck is that thought.]
[ Fingers drumming rhythmically against the arm of his chair.

Children are off to school, wife should be heading to work soon, which should leave him all alone to work out a solution to last night’s little… issue. ]
[BURSTS INTO FLAMES.]

WHO HAS BEEN USING MY CREDIT CARD!?
++ [As they stood there, Father struggles to find what else they could possibly need.... and it's evident as the chair turns around to break the eye contact.]
++ telling you to be more careful, and that accidents happen, I won't. I'm in honesty saving my rage for Gretchen. That lightning wound I suffered wasn't exactly painless, you know!

[Snarls at the thought of his blood daughter, steam rising.]

++
[He's about to pick up his paper again, when he realizes they're speaking again, and...not dismissing. He raises a brow.]

What. What are you expecting?

[He takes a moment to think, is there something he's missing???]

Are you-- waiting for me to scold you? Because, well, I won't. Other than ++
easygoing, especially about their slip-ups. No yelling? No scolding? Not even a stern lecture?

Shouldn’t they be glad to get off so easy? Instead, the Delightful Children stand there awkwardly, stiffly, despite their dismissal.

They don’t want to leave. ]

But— … um … Father?
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++ make sure she's not bumping you all into walls with a lack of good sight.

Dismissed.
++ lenses, before looking to Constance.]

You were having fine eyesight BEFORE these broke, am I correct? If so, we can most likely use the same prescription. Saves us a trip to the optometrist. . .

Bruce, Alessandra, Lenny, David. Keep an eye on Constance, ++
[The man takes the frames, examining them with care.]

I'm surprised they've lasted even this long. . . I'll order you a new pair in a moment. [Pulling his phone from the crook between the chair's cushion and the arm of the chair. He's mumbling as he tries to read the tiny carved text in the ++
downstairs, they’d panicked and hoped he wouldn’t notice. How silly, how stupid to think they could pull one over on their father?

They look up at Father, wary, but it’s Constance alone who nods. ]

Yes, Father…

[ Sheepishly, apprehensively, she pulls out her broken pair to show him. ]
++ he looks each of them over, carefully. Blue eyes on every single one, good, good. But--]

Constance, I seem to recall you wearing glasses.

[Noticing she's without them without a single DROP of hesitation, Father hums, putting his newspaper down.]

Did something happen to those frames of yours?
++ Good evening, my delightful children.

[He'd greet, his voice monotone, yet still licked by the flames that he's known for. He was by no means upset, now that Constance's little issue had been mended seemingly on it's own. . . but as his quintet passed by his chair, ++
[Father is reading his newspaper, a coffee mug sat on the side table of his favorite planning chair. As he hears the door open, he gets ready to apprehend and punish Gretchen, but-- when his Delightfuls come in, he presses the anger down into his gut.]

++
[Working on a new scheme. . . several crumpled pieces of blueprint paper surround his desk.]
[Reading the newspaper.]
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++ from the group, you've been suspicious from the beginning! YOU HAVE MADE ME SO. VERY. ANGRY!

[FWOOOSH go the flames, as he grips the front of her outfit.]
[Of course, scanning each and every one of his adopted children... lastly, landing on Constance. He stares at her for a LONG time, before turning back to Gretchen.]

She's right. IT'S YOU!

[Whirling around, Father GRABS Constance.]

Your eyes aren't that delightful blue, you have been straying ++
She’ll play this part as hard as she can…

But Gretchen’s realization has come too late. ]
[Cranking it to a warm temperature, he offers a sigh and rubs the small of his back with his hand. Ugh. He slept horribly last night... He stretches, popping his back and he groans. Before returning to his planning chair.]
[ Which isn’t hard… he’s quite ornery.

… Yes, please make it warmer. ]
[True. All they have to do is make him angry. . . He's fidgeting with the thermostat...]
[True. All they have to do is make him angry. . . He's fidgeting with the thermostat...]
[ Because unless he’s down for his children piling on top of him, they get cold too! ]
...Cold today. [Walking to the thermostat. Why even have one of those, when he's a walking heater???]
++ cracks LOUD outside.]

... She's right about one thing. Something is wrong.

[He says, his voice...emotionless. Putting down the utensils, burning hot, he looks to his delightful Children...]
YES, GRETCHEN. PLEASE GO CHANGE, OR I WILL BE VERY VERY DISPLEASED AND EVEN ANGRY.

[He's clutching his fork and knife with the utmost strength, and it's even starting to heat the metal of the utensils. Though... he does realize something's off.]

[Slow turn to the delightfuls, thunder ++
begging her to undo this. If only Gretchen knew what she has put in motion. ]

You’re just trying to ruin dinner, you rotten girl! How dare you! You heard our father, GO CHANGE.
...Cold today. [Walking to the thermostat. Why even have one of those, when he's a walking heater???]