The doors of the Delightful Mansion were kicked opened and six mopey figures walked into the abode, covered head to toe in crusty yellow mustard.
The Delightful Children followed Father into the house. They were weighed down with the sense of failure, and tense and wary of the man's anger. He wasn't known to be a good loser. Especially to those KNDorks. The villain rose up his arm and they fidgeted.
"Go wash yourselves off in the shower." Father ordered boringly as he pointed down the hall. The five let out a breath of relief and hurried down the corridor. The man's eyes narrowed as he watched them go. "And don't forget to scrub behind those ears. They better be squeaky clean when you get out. OR ELSE!" He couldn't help but chuckle a bit when they increased their speed. But his mood dropped again and he slumped slightly once they were out of sight. He then took steps forwards toward his chamber.
He trudged to his lounge chair. Once he heard something squish under him, he looked down to see his mustard covered feet were staining his expensive carpet. He waved it off. "Who gives a doodie." He mumbled as he finished his trek. He slouched in his chair as he stared into the flames of the fire pit.
Father let out a long groan as he recapped the night's events. It all sucked. His stupid nephew and that poo-poo headed Supreme Leader had foiled his perfect plot, the Delightful Carrier was in ruins, a zillion of his hard earned dollars down the drain, his shin was killing him, and worst of all his evil suit needed dry cleaning. Something else he would have to pay for.
The man drew a puff on his pipe, only to cough it out of his mouth along with some more mustard. Apparently some got in it. As it fell to the floor, he glared and stomped on it. "I hate honey mustard." He muttered. He sank further in his seat and sighed. "I could go for some Rocky Road." Where was that butler he was paying by the hour?
Suddenly the temperature in the room dropped. He shivered at the change and watched as an icy cold wind blew in and put out the fire. He rolled his eyes. Great. She was here.
"What's the matter Benedict?" A cold female voiced mocked from the shadows. "That doesn't look like the face of a man who has put children in their place."
He didn't bother to seek her out. "What do you want? Come to rub it in my face?"
"Oh? It didn't work?" She asked sarcastically. "Just like I warned you."
"Oh shut up." Father muttered. He didn't need this. "Just say what you have to and leave me alone."
"You know why I'm here Father." The voice spoke again. "I gave you a chance, and you failed. You need me. My services are still available."
He knew what she wanted alright. But he was still wary. "Why should I care? What could you have to offer me?"
"It's very simple." She began. "You have the resources, and I have the information you need to utilize them to the fullest." The voice then chuckled. "We both have the same desire. We both want the Kids Next Door vanquished."
"And you still haven't told me why that is."
"Because I'm tired of all this nonsense." She growled. "For decades my sisterhood has just idly stood by. We supported and guided our children, making sure no harm came to them. We left the duty of keeping them in line, keeping them safe up to your kind." The shadow shook her head. "But Fatherhood has been weakened and humiliated. All by these KND. They are a complete danger to children everywhere! Letting children roam freely with harmful technology, they're even fooling around in space! They are a danger to themselves and I won't stand by any longer."
Father rose a brow slowly. "You want to get rid of the Kids Next Door to keep them safe?"
"And what better way to be safe then being delightfully obedient children?" She grinned. "This plan of yours is a wonderful idea. With every operative decommissioned, the KND will never put a child in harm's way ever again."
"It doesn't work." The man announced as he slumped more. "The stupid device wouldn't operate properly, and I don't know how it works."
"And neither do those children."
"Allow me to share a little history." She started to explain. "The 7th Age of the KND was a start of new things. Girls were allowed, the moonbase was built, and many new things were invented." Her cold eyes glinted. "Like the new process of decommissioning."
"Numbuh Zero. Your brother defeated Grandfather by erasing his memory, making the man forget he was the evil ruler of the world and how to use his powers. This mind wipe weapon was the first ever decommissioning device of the 7th Age. It laid the foundation for the decommissioning chambers on the moonbase."
The man glared in his chair. "So Monty created the mind wipe process." Like his oh so cool brother needed anything else to add to his list of feats, the big showoff.
"No. Numbuh Zero created the device to counteract the effects of decommissioning. The operative who created the opposite process was lost to record." Suddenly, she threw a folder towards the villain.
Father caught the folder and looked at. He then frowned. "A KND Operative File?"
"One of the first operative files of this age that I acquired sometime ago."
The man opened the old pages and read through it. Some pages were missing, and he couldn't make out some important parts, like the brat's name. But he did see his codenumbuh. "Who the heck is Numbuh X?"
"Numbuh X was the unknown variable in Grandfather's downfall. Unknown to the KND themselves." She smirked evilly. "Numbuh X is the creator of 7th Age decommissioning."
Father's eyes widened before they filled with devious intent. If he could find this Numbuh X's secrets, then he could find out how to create the ultimate decommissioning device. It was all too perfect.
"I can help you find more of this Numbuh X." The voice started again, causing him to gaze into the shadows. "That is, if you let me."
The man shrugged, more interested in the file. "Yeah sure, whatever." As long as it got rid of the Kids Next Door he couldn't care less. He then turned his looked to the shrouded figure. "What do I call you, Miss...?"
"Please," She then stepped out of the darkness the reveal her form. The woman had almost pale white skin with sliver white hair that was straight down to her back. She was dressed in a strict dark blue business like outfit with high heels and a small purse tucked into her arm. Her cold blue eyes regarded Father and she smirked as an icy mist surrounded her body. "Call me, Mother."
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