As per our last conversation, I couldn't help but noticed you seemed awfully upset. I shall admit, perhaps I wasn't being as polite as I should've been. Although, I would like you to understand we aren't in quite the position to have more children.
And yes, I acknowledge you want a child you can securely say you birthed and I sincerely apologize for not being able to give you that gift any sooner.
I can come to your emporium in three nights time to discuss things as I have to watch Böse's Christmas play on Tuesday and I must help Charlie out on Monday.
Sincerely, your lover, Alastor H.
- @hellsmostchaotickiddos
Tw: mentions of infertility, miscarriage.
This is currently non-canon to the @hellsmostchaotickiddos storyline and is purely an idea thrown on the wall.
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🎶 And maybe I'm tired of you running your mouth.
🎶 And maybe I don't have the guts to spell it out.
🎶 And maybe I want you to hurt my brain.
🎶 And maybe...
→ East Coast by Alex G...
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Rosie carefully read the letter..
Her hand laid flat on her stomach before slinking up to her chests in a moment of sorrow.
She stood up and moved to her study, framing the letter in a case, putting it on display.
“My Darling...”
She spoke to the empty silence of her emporium.. There surely had to be some.. No no. She mustn't let her selfish thoughts consume her.
He had given her response after response.. And after all, perhaps he was correct in saying Böse and Eleanor were gifts enough.
Three nights time..
Perhaps Alastor will have brought her a solution to fill this gaping hole in her heart that he, her snake and her babies could not quite fill..
If only there were an elixir strong enough, a cigarette potent enough, a drug hypnotic enough for her mind to muffle the ache her chest does fill.
She had been wanting this in life.. And yet the curse of a baren scepter discredit her to provide such the first time.
Surely, surely.. Hell wouldn't be so cruel as to take it away from her again.
What were she kidding.
It was Hell.
Everything about this place was cruel.
Even if she were to try. Hell would come up with a different way as to tear her away.
The snake managed to fill her when her deer could not.
And yet she lost him.
Her son.
Her gift.
Her only full-born kin.
Lost.
Lost to the blood of hell.
Made to be another eye against the walls.
The two promised never to tell their deer.
Why was she so determined HE could possibly have a different outcome than the snake.
The snake managed to have a child so perfectly.
Not a complication in the process...
She took a deep inhale. And left a kiss implant on top of the frame before pulling out a parchment herself and inking her quill.
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My dearest Alastor H.
I understand fully of your limited time.
Three nights from now is a perfect time to discuss.
I would also like to apologize.
As I put an unrealistic expectation on you, and never properly saw the error of my act due to my anger.
There is another thing I owe you an apology for.
And an explanation.
You must understand first, that my cowardice to hide such is not of your fault.
And I take full responsibility, so I ask of you not to be upset at our snake for hiding it so.
For he was only following my wishes.
I do believe that my dream is nothing but a fantasy, that my want will never be reached, and my wish, never granted.
Last spring, when you had the girls for that solstice's festival at your hotel.
When our snake left for, in your mind, precautious reasons.
He came to me.
And granted me that wish.
We went behind your back, and I am ever so sorry.
And yet, I was punished for betraying you.
I do not wish to tell of anymore, but in those three nights time, I swear to you, the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth.
- Yours, Rosie ♡
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She put the ink away, tucked the letter in a neat red envelope.
Holding it to her chest before applying another kiss towards it and sighing.
“I do hope he is not as cross with me when he read's this..”
And sending it off in the mail.. Praying it reached him soon.
Setting; Tiny Terrors | Ask to; Anyone(Preferably the children)
It was an.. odd day to say the least, at a playground; an odd child could be seen, they seemed to be playing alone. It was noteable how they seemed to be chewing on their own shirt as well, they seemed to be about four??
Eleanor, having accidentally managed to throw an entire plushie all the way over to the child, slithered riiight on over and picked up the stuffed cheese.
Though, as she lifted it up and was about to turn away, she had noticed the behaviour of this child...seeing how quiet they were.
She sorta stared, blinking, and unknowingly making inquisitive hissing noises.
Then she turned back, watching as Böse bounced off structures and kept talking to people, asking to be friends, watching solemnly as they left soon after, then finding more friends to play with.
So, turning back to the kid, she timidly raised her voice, still a murmer,
[I have this cycle where I go from chilling to "OMG I LOVE ELEANOR SO MUCH AAAA I WANT TO BITE HER /AFF" and it repeats constantly. It is very interesting to experience]
[This experience has only been specific to Eleanor.. At least I think?]
📻 - Radio Dada! He regularly deals with clingy, snotty children.
📻 - This version of Alastor most likely has autism & POTS*. He uses his staff as a walking stick [it surprisingly worked when it was broken] and his children like to decorate it in stickers.
🦌 - He does not talk in a baby voice at all. He will respond to their babbles and have a conversation with them, and sometimes he'll babble in his original voice.
📻 - Alastor does not realize his children are neurodivergent. That is because he believes they are just normal children because Alastor was like them when he was little.
🦌 - Alastor hums a lot since he sung to his babies to sleep every night. Usually he'll catch on he's humming a lullaby before stopping himself, but sometimes the odd sinner notices he's humming "Rock-a-bye baby".
📻 - When Alastor got injured in S1, E8, instead of leaving everyone for a month, he instead sung a little verse in his Radio Tower, then returned to everyone to make sure his daughter's weren't caught in the crossfire. He was taken to the hospital immediately.
🦌 - He also hid his daughter's from Vox and played with them the entirety of S2, E3. As for when he disappeared is E4? He told his girls that he'll return soon and that he just had to show Mister Voxxy who's the boss around here!
🦌 - He married Sir Pentious in the dead of January. You could never get him to admit that he absolutely loved that day.
🐍 - George Emily Pendleton ['Sir Pentious'] – 42 years old – Transmasc
⚙️ - This version most likely has ADHD & Autism*.
🐍 - Sir Pentious was the one to initiate the engagement! It was quite awkward though because he had no clue what he was doing.
⚙️ - Sir Pentious seems to be slightly more aware that his kids are neurodivergent. SLIGHTLY. Because he still thinks they're just late bloomers like he was, but his subconscious knows his development wasn't exactly 'typical'.
🐍 - Sir Pentious still dies and goes to heaven. That wasn't fun for Alastor to explain to the girls. Those two also keep sending each other multiple letters!
⚙️ - He told the court [S2, E2] that he had two children back down in Hell that he'd like to go back to and Lute just started screaming about him contributing to the surplus population in Hell and then probably called his children sinner abominations.
🐍 - He was Böse's climbing frame for a long time. She just SCALED him 24/7 and he does sorta miss that, hence why he really enjoys his angelic egg bois climbing him.
⚙️ - The egg bois cannot be trusted alone with the children. They will either permit something dangerous or get eaten.
🐍 - Sir Pentious is slimy. He is the reason Böse has once slept after covering herself in lotion [She was 20 months].
🦌 - Böse Emilia Pendleton – 5 years old – Female – Born 3rd December
🖍️ - There's a very high chance she has ADHD.
🦌 - She has both a weak tummy and a poor immune system. She gets sick in the blink of an eye and can't stomach lots of foods.
🖍️ - She is intersex! Böse has Turner Syndrome, meaning she is missing an X chromosome!
🦌 - Böse is an absolute snugglebug! She loves getting cuddles, especially because she was always cradled to sleep as a baby. She has also stolen Alastor's bowtie and slept with it.
🖍️ - She hated using pacifiers for any longer than 5 minutes as a baby so she always took it out and threw it onto the ground. Böse has put it into one of her father's mouths multiple times if they were in reach.
🦌 - Böse loves reading, especially reading to her daddies! Even if she's quite slow, she still finds it extremely fun!
🖍️ - She loves forcing her dada to play with her and guiding him through the game! It's very fun!
🦌 - Böse constantly tries to get Alastor to frown by pulling his cheeks down. Sometimes he let's her win.
🐍 - Eleanor Lani Hartfelt! – 3 years old – Female – Born 13th August
🐍 - Eleanor has a weak immune system too, just a bit stronger than Böse. However, she's got a very strong stomach [Probably because she eats so much dairy from cheese].
🧀 - Eleanor loves damp blankets. She can't sleep without them!
🐍 - She can eat too much cheese in one sitting. She believes that every cheese is good and is on a mission to find a cheese she doesn't like! Her favourite is halloumi and cheddar.
🧀 - Eleanor was a gluttonous baby. She constantly tried to feed off Sir Pentious and Alastor's arms and fingers. Everything went into her mouth too!
🐍 - She was much more effective with pacifiers in comparison to Böse. However, she suckled on them quite hard and it always puffed out her cheeks, making the pacifier look comically big on her.
🧀 - Big sensory seeker, she loves touching and seeing and tasting different things! Her daddies bring her to a specific sensory museum constantly because of this.
🐍 - She struggles with speaking, usually doing lots of hiss noises and crying due to it.
🧀 - Massive climber since she can't jump easily with her snake tail! She can scale a wall up to the ceiling! It's worrying.
Böse had stayed up almost all night. She simply was too excited at the thought of seeing Santa Claus! What presents would he give her? Would it be similar to last year?
She ran over to her wardrobe and swung it open. Now, mommy had designed her and Eleanor a super special dress for Christmas! Böse's was red and green with lots of ruffles and it looked like it was fit for a ballroom! Though, it wasn't as long as one, only reaching her knees.
Eleanor's looked more like she was a girl Santa Claus! Her dress was red and white and it was super fuzzy! She also had a really cute Santa hat, though, it always fell off her head.
Böse looked at the clock – it was only 6:10 am. Sure, it was very early for Christmas, but Daddy always woke up early.. Why couldn't she?
In fact, when did he wake up? She always saw him awake whenever she awoke...Maybe she'd see him sleeping for once? What did daddy wear to sleep anyway? It was always hidden under the covers...Only thing she knew was that he at least wore a top.
She carefully slid the dress on, making sure she didn't damage anything in the process. After all, she did nearly tear a shirt just because it wouldn't go on properly.
As she got her boots situated, she stood back up and looked out the window. Down below was a winter wonderland covered in a white blanket, gifted from Mother Nature herself, almost as if she was rewarding Hell and Heaven for their peace.
...That battle was horrible. Böse certainly remembered it. Vinny has been acting awfully odd before that and Eleanor wouldn't stop crying.
Oh, how she hated it. Why did daddy leave again months before? Why didn't he give her a final hug before he left?
She supposed he made it up at least a little. When he returned to the hotel, he couldn't help but let himself be smothered by her and Ellie; he didn't even deny he missed them! It was just a puddle of cuddles...
Perhaps the snow would feel like that too? But, a little more frosty this time! Daddy was a little cold when he got back, probably because he didn't have a ladybug jacket.
She bounced and sprinted down the hallway, looking up to watch the numbers of each door decrease. As she approached the end of the hallway, she saw a door labeled "666".
Of course, that was Daddy and Papa's room...At least, if papa was still physically here with them. Daddy kept a lot of papa's things after he died, which Böse didn't understand why he did that if he refused to talk about how he felt about Papa.
She did remember that mommy once told her that this was just how he handled with loss.
But, why did he do that when he told Eleanor and herself to keep him in their memories? Why would he try to forget but make them remember?
Böse pushed open the door and carefully stepped in. The room was tidy..but it was too tidy. Last time she went in there, she had seen the remainents of a poorly wrapped present shoved under his desk.
But where was daddy?
She immediately ran into his bayou, the fawn knew where he slept! She'd found his bed multiple times, especially because she got sick in the night easily.
Carefully, she would push some vines aside and found Alastor sleeping, monocle on the bedside table and his bed having Sir Pentious's pillows on the other side...His back was turned away from that though.
She climbed into his bed and nuzzled into the pillows before wiggling herself up to him. Böse placed her head into his armpit. She heard her daddy snort before flopping his arm around her, curling his bony fingers on her squishy shoulder.
She laughed.
It seemed the texture of a organza fabriced dress and a childlike giggle arose him from his slumber.
"Daaaddyyy!! Wake up!"
She laid on his chest before nuzzling into his neck, getting her sticky hands there.
"Why are you awake?"
She laughed and bounced on his chest.
"CHRISTMAS! I want presents! Did Santa give you presents, daddy?"
He scoffed.
"I'm an adult. I don't need such gifts."
She looked flabbergasted.
"NO! Everyone needs a present!"
He sat up before looking thoughtfully into the distance. So, daddy DID wear pajamas, but they looked like they were for old people.
"Why don't you help me cook? Wouldn't that be a present?"
"No, you need one from Santa!"
He laughed at her before getting up and leaving, possibly to get dressed.
"Do you truly think he'd get a present for me after all I've done?"
She rolled around in his blankets and nuzzled into his pillows, shoving her head into them. It was a little hard to breathe though.
"Mhmm!"
He let out a long sigh.
"Trop innocente, ce gamin."
She swayed her feet back and forth playfully.
"Daddy! Look at my dress! Mommy made it for me!"
Böse jumped off the bed and ran up to him, even making an effort to twirl and show off how her dress poofed up like an umbrella!
"Mmh.. Yes, I saw."
He didn't even look.
He was too busy playing with his eyelashes or whatever!
Böse looked down at the ground and interlaced her fingers together, fidgeting with them.
"But...you didn't see."
Her voice was almost being hidden away, but yet, it was still audible to Alastor's ears; not that she wanted that to happen.
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"Good tidings we bring to you and your kin!"
Sir Pentious couldn't stand listening to another Christmas song. They had been playing since after Halloween, and he couldn't help but feel mocked by the song.
Mocked because he couldn't be with his wife, his husband, his children. Not even a glance at them since he infuriated Hell. Letters worked, but they simply didn't feel as great as a sticky hug from a little girl.
Lots of these Christmas songs were all about "friendship" and "family" and "love". It was disgusting. So disgusting that he'd been brought to tears several times.
He wanted to hold hands with someone. He wanted to feel as their chest rises and falls. He wanted to smell their hair. He wanted to make sure they slept well.
Sir Pentious tuned down the radio – he didn't enjoy shutting it off completely anymore, the noise from it comforted him.
There was piles of opened letters on his desk, along with all the crayon and marker drawings, the photocopied notes from teachers, the letters marked with kisses and the ones without - he wasn't too sure who was wearing the lipstick anymore - letters written delicately and letters written by a man who woke up in the middle of the night.
He constantly read them. He had favorite letters at this point, and they were the letters that enveloped his heart. One of many was written by Böse and translated by Alastor,
Dear Papa
Hi! I miss you! When will you be back?
Love Böse
Sincerely, written by Alastor
Above it was scribbles of a girl who really was trying to write for the first time. Some words were discernable, but not others. Though, there was a little sentence just after that Alastor appeared to miss out...He could read the word "daddy" and...an "-iss" word.
He folded the letter up neatly. As he placed it back into the pile, another one came – a new one, fresh and still smelling of ink. It floated down onto his desk and he carefully opened it.
What fell out were multiple grainy pictures of Böse and Eleanor in their Christmas dresses, Pentious couldn't tell if they were taken right now or the night before.
There was a small note hidden behind the square pictures.
Your daughters insisted on this peculiar new technology for a camera. I blame you for influencing them.
Sincerely, Alastor.
But yet, he could hear the distant chuckles from Alastor writing it down and Böse silently watching over his shoulder.
That thought made him smile.
Sir Pentious quickly drafted up a letter to send back.. Though, he paused.
He should probably send them all the presents.
Goddammit. He'd forgotten to yesterday. Well, he did fall asleep quite early..
He picked up some boxes underneath his bed, all labelled with various names. Sir Pentious wrote up his letter and attached it to one wrapped in just red. He pushed it through some angelic portal.
Now, he had to hope it landed in the correct place.
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By this point, the clock had the long hand pointing at 30 and the short hand pointing at 12. Gabby had been playing in the snow with Eleanor all morning since apparently Böse had been cooking with Alastor. The snow was fluffy and quite cold. Eleanor didn't like the cold snow, but she had her tail bundled up with a scarf to keep it protected.
Gabby shoveled some of this fluffy white ice into her mouth and chewed. Husk had started to pat her back, a little firmer than usual.
"Gabby. Spit it out."
She whined before a trickle of water fell back onto the snow.
"Pleugh."
"Got bad stuff in it."
He must've noticed some sort of stick or bug that she didn't. But caterpillars were tasty anyway. Dada didn't need to know that she ate one at preschool.
"Imma guh pee."
Eleanor got up and slithered back inside, letting her little gloved hands flop down as if she were a dinosaur.
There was a sudden golden light. Then, there were boxes and a letter attached at the top, addressed to Alastor specifically. There was one red box, a unsaturated pink box and two boxes with a deer and snake pattern with pastel colours.
Gabby gasped. Dada's mouth was opened and so were his eyes – with his eyes being wider.
"What the fuck?"
"Eeee!!!"
She picked up a box and dumped it into his hands. That way, her hands were free to talk.
"Itgoesunderthetree!"
He waved his hand at her.
"Slow down, Gabs."
She pouted, but repeated herself.
"It. Goes. Under. The. Tree."
She held a flat palm at him.
"But, Allie or Ellie can't know we found the presents!"
He tilted his head
"How come?"
She looked down at the ground.
"...Ellie said she'd kiss Santa... I don't want her kisses...She'll believe I Santa!"
He chuckled.
"You look out for Eleanor and I'll put them down."
Gabby turned around and ran inside, leaving her dad to handle the gifts. She got onto the floor and sniffed it, trying to see if she could smell Eleanor.
It didn't really work – she just heard Dada plant the presents near the tree. Then, Eleanor came slithering back out and down the stairs, fortunately, after the gifts were down.
"Presents!"
"PRESENTS ARE FOR AFTER DINNER!"
There was an echoed shriek from the kitchen, along with a staticky chuckle. Gabby giggled and Eleanor just looked she'd seen a ghost.
"Kitty!"
She reached up for Husk, whining desperately.
"Fine. Up you come."
"Oh, Husk! You'll spoil that girl!"
"Sure, mister 'I let my kids smother me.'."
She heard him mumble, clearly not pleased with his statement. Then again, Dada was never really pleased with whatever her uncle said.
"Mama maked dis dwess for me."
He glanced at her dress, smoothening it out a bit.
"It fits a little lady like yourself."
She squealed and nuzzled his chest. Gabby piped in.
"Dada. Be Santa Claus again!"
He groaned.
"Gabby, I'm not fucking doing that again."
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The turkey was finally in the damn oven, Böse was reading to Eleanor and Gabby and everyone was leaving him be. So, Alastor got a little free time.
He grabbed some paper and refilled some ink; he'd probably need it. He dipped his pen and started to write, letting it flow freely.
Alastor wasn't a romantic man. He simply wasn't. There wasn't exactly a lady or gentleman for him.
He always said that he was with Rosie due to the contract, not because of any "feelings".
He always said that he was with Sir Pentious due to the fact he forced himself near him, not because of any "feelings".
He always said that he was with Böse and Eleanor due to the fact he held responsibility over them, not because of any "feelings".
He simply didn't love anyone.
Until.
Until Sir Pentious fucking died, and that information stayed unknown to him for a month.
Rosie already would tease him about when he started wailing over Eleanor – he didn't want to be reduced to that again. Tears made him feel like he was glass – glass falling out a cabinet without the reflexes to stop it.
And he believed it was because of that day he'd taken in Böse...That damn day did something to his brain, for better or for worse.
He was much quicker with his thinking, but for what? For feeling the urge to cuddle someone until they stop their tears? For being perfectly fine of being covered in snot? For letting himself listen to somebody ramble and ramble endlessly?
He was becoming too soft.
And he knew that.
But he didn't feel enough irritation about it to stop being soft.
After all, he wasn't in...
Was he in love?
Love was supposed to be butterflies in your stomach, your face would flush and you'd stumble over your words...
Then again, "Love is when your heart is SOOO BIGG for someone you'd do anything for them!!!", Böse claimed that during Valentines day that year...
And "You'll know it when you feel it." is what Rosie claimed before giving him a teasing smirk.
Eleanor said love was a hug...And then she would give everyone the biggest hugs that day, including him.
Sir Pentious would get flustered and flushed and shout "Respect!" when he asked him.
Gabby simply blew him a kiss and reached up to him when he asked her.
What...was love?
He attached a medium box to the letter, signed for Sir Pentious. Maybe this would convey whatever "love" he had left.
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Finally, it was presents time, it was all Eleanor could think of all day! What did Santa bring her? Was she a good girl this year?
She slithered over to the presents, looking at the variety of colours and the unique shapes! Most were boxes, but some were circles and one was a heart! It was pink and white with a red bow..Eleanor believed it might be for Angel Dust.
Böse poked her shoulder.
"I took this from daddy's plate. He didn't want it and I know you like them."
In her hand was a cheesy biscuit, split in half.
"And he said you had to eat it carefully this time."
Tch, she was three! She was big enough!
Eleanor chewed on the biscuit slowly and carefully, making sure each piece was as tiny as possible before swallowing.
"Presents, Böbö."
"Yeah! Presents! Santa gets them for good girls and boys! And daddies and mommies and uncles and aunts and everyone else..."
She looked with wide eyes at her big sister.
"And so that's why we leave cookies for Santa since he has to travel from house to house!"
"Eek!"
They both turned to look at Gabby.
"Santa was late this year."
"He was?! But all the presents are here!"
"He delivered three presents in front of me and Dada."
She gasped.
"What did he look like?!"
"He was very bright."
Böse giggled and ran around the place. Eleanor slithered up to Gabby, who was now dressed in her Christmas pajamas, stripped with green and red and white.
"Merry tis'mas!"
Gabby looked at her hands for a minute before seeming to remember something.
"Merry Christmas!"
There was silence.
There was sudden laughter and two little girls hugging tightly together. They became aware of a staticky man watching them, a little fond sparkle in his gaze.
Alastor was finally wearing the Christmas jumper the snake and the cat chose – a Rudolph jumper with a big, fluffy red ball in the center for the nose.
Gabby fell onto the ground, giggling and Eleanor clapped for him.
"Oh, thank you! At least one of you has proper etiquette."
He poked Gabby's side with the flat end of his cane, which only made her wiggle more.
Eleanor pointed at the presents.
"Presents?"
"Perhaps once everyone has arrived."
She whined and flopped onto the floor. He sighed, though, Gabby flopped atop her in a cuddle.
"Mm-mm."
She shook her head...Or nuzzled her head on her back, Eleanor wasn't too sure. Eleanor felt Gabby's ears move..like somebody was moving. Though, she didn't feel it.
"I'll make them all come for presents."
She heard Böse's footsteps depart.
The world was almost still for a moment. Just the feeling of Gabby's breathing, the blotches in her vision from her shut eyes pressing against the floor, the sound of a rumbling, low static in the background.
Then came the footsteps and somebody picking up the both of them. Alastor set them down next to each other before leaving a gap for Böse, who sprinted into her spot, but didn't sit down yet.
No, Böse was handing out presents to everyone. She invited Eleanor and Gabby over to help her and would whisper who each present went to in their ear.
Böse reached her body over to specifically give Eleanor a red present which shined elegantly in the light above, as if it were a diamond or expensive material.
"Give it to daddy."
Eleanor slithered over to him and dropped the present. He seemed...a little wide eyed.
Even when all the presents were delivered and everyone slowly opened theirs, he fidgeted with the bow. Eleanor couldn't keep her eyes off his actions, and neither could Böse.
Finally, it was his turn to open his.
He reached for the bow.
He gently tugged on it, pulling it apart.
"Oh, why don't you three go first?"
Alastor gestured to the girls.
He just...No! That's not how this worked! But Eleanor couldn't voice her thoughts and she whined.
"No! Open it! It's from papa! Look at the letter!"
She handed him an unopened letter as well, signed by Sir Pentious. With lots of reluctance and awkward silence, he opened the present. Alastor peeked inside and he also seemed like he'd seen some brand new invention.
He opened the box and inside was a white teddy bear, limbs floppy, a red-heart shaped patch with some words on it and antennas on the head that resembled his antlers.
" "Press to connect?" "
He pushed the heart patch.
Nothing happened.
"Hmmm..."
He gestured to Böse, who opened her present from Sir Pentious first. Inside the box was a fuzzy red blanket and a sock plushie and...canned jam for some reason. Böse immediately looked at Eleanor with a wide grin. She didn't even bat an eye at the other presents, which made Alastor look grumpy again!
Eleanor opened hers; inside was a cheese palette and crackers. There was also a small letter, but Eleanor couldn't read. She picked it up and laughed incredibly loudly.
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Sir Pentious had been avoiding the Christmas market all day too. Too busy, too loud, too...much.
Who needed the Christmas market when he had his latest invention? A...teddy bear. But, this teddy bear was special! It could connect to others using radio signals! Unfortunately, he didn't had almost enough time to fully configure his...He'd been looking at a letter.
Dear Sir Pentious.
Has anyone ever told you how brilliant you are? Your machinery amazes me. Your intelligence is far beyond what I can comprehend and what you come up with surprises me. You're certainly a much capable father than I am. I believe I've told you in previous letters how much the girls miss you, on and on about the girls and on and on about our precious Rosie. I don't think I ever mentioned how much I missed you.
I miss your irritating noises from you and your machines. I miss the times you worshipped me and the times you tried to beat me in battle. I miss when you intruded into the hotel multiple times. I miss when you looked at me, fearful because you were a spy of someone you knew I hated. I miss when you cried in my arms about you being a spy. I miss when you teased me about bathing. I miss when you promised me you'd be fine at that idiotic party whilst I was sick and when you drunkenly bit me.
Why? Oh, who knows why! I'm not a vulnerable, delicate man and yet I hope you are glad to know you've made somebody like me become weak-kneed just at the thought that you'll never entirely return again.
And yes, I've read all those profusious love poems you sent me. I acknowledge you adore me, and it appears I feel a similar way;
I love you.
Sincerely, your love, Alastor.
Crackle.
"Mmmh..."
Sir Pentious snapped his head over to the teddy bear. Finally, Alastor had connected to him.
"Alasstor?"
"You hear me?"
It seemed Alastor expected the speakers to be staticky as his voice was clear, no overlay to make it sound like he was naturally on the radio.
But, Sir Pentious liked that voice... He wasn't going to tell Alastor it was off.
"I hear you! Ahahaaa! My inventions work at last again!"
