Wally was dead tried. His feet felt as if they were forged from led as he walked up the stairs of his home. His 'vacation' had finally ended, he was back in his home, and all he wanted to so was sleep. The short operative had been pushed to his limits and he was at his breaking point. It was late at night, but his dad had stressed that they needed to unpack. But thankfully his mother had seen his fatigue, and that combined with Joey's fussy attitude was enough to convince her husband that they should lay it off until dawn.
The tuckered out child made it to the door of his bedroom. He groggily rose his fist and tapped at the wood, watching in sleepy wonder as the door creaked open unveiling his darkened living quarters. His lip twitched in acknowledgment and his eyes stared transfixed on his glorious bed. His soft, cushioned bed that sat near the window. The moonlight from outside shone down on his sheets, making them glitter and appear more beautiful and inviting then it already was.
A large sloppy smile graced his face as he dragged his feet over to his bedding, tossing his bag somewhere to side. He heard something crash in the background, but he didn't care. When he finally made it, his fingers clutched the bedspread and hefted himself up. His felt his tush sink into the mattress and his head fell to unused pillow. The boy was in dreamland before he even hit it.
So his wild adventure had come to a close. Tomorrow he would have to go back to cruddy school. Then to the treehouse afterwords and then he could brag about his success in the outback. Yeah, he would impress everybody. But that would be tomorrow. Tonight he would dream, maybe about a certain Asian in his sector, but he wouldn't be telling anyone that anytime in the near future.
In the dead of midnight, every light in the Beatles abode had finally dimmed, the hums of the factories was the only other source of noise throughout the neighborhood. But there was one more spec of activity going on, and it was occurring right in the backyard of the sleeping Australians.
In the Beatles backyard was a strange sight. Their pool. But what's so strange about that? Plenty of people had pools in their backyard to cool off in during the summer and Darrell Beatles thought his family should have no less. Sure he had to get a second job to pay for it, but it would be worth it in the long run.
But the strange thing about the Beatles' pool, was that instead of crisp refreshing water, it was filled to the brim with hot grainy sand. It might be strange to other people, but then again, all those other people didn't know what it buried. Besides, it worked out for the family. Especially Wally. It was like going to the beach without all the stupid water.
Five figures landed on in the sand filled pool with a thump. Dust flared and they waved their hands as they coughed out any sand that got within their cavities. After it all settled, the five children looked around them with a look of indifference. They rolled their eyes as the spoke in unison. "Only Wallabee would be stupid enough to replace the water with sand." The Delightful Children said insulting the operative's intelligence. Suddenly they shivered as a chilly presence came in behind them.
"All the better to keep the entrance sealed." A woman with sliver white hair wearing a blue business dress spoke as she glanced at the pool. The icy mist around her intensified as she smirked, her ice cold ices shining with devious intent. "After all, we wouldn't want any uninvited interlopers would we?"
The five children looked to one another confused. "Interlopers?" Just what exactly was under this pool?
The woman waved off their questions. "Your curiosities will be sated soon enough." She then reached behind her and pulled out a shovel. "Now start digging."
After the short blond in front caught the shovel, the Delightfuls glared up at the woman, disliking the prospect of labor. "Why do we have to use this?" They whined motioning to the flimsy tool.
"Because I'd rather not wake the whole neighborhood using heavy machinery." The woman frowned as she rose up her hand. Suddenly the air around it crystallized and the temperature dropped. After a moment, her hand was encased in ice that shaped into a menacing spear. "Now Father entrusted me with your services. Are you going to do as you are told like good little children, or would you prefer being punished like misbehaved urchins?" She questioned smoothly, waving the spear around threateningly.
The five children huddled a little closer together, but didn't waver. They were Father's children and no one would lay a finger on them. Besides, they were kids. She actually wouldn't-
Suddenly the Delightfuls flinched back as the woman swung her arm, it moved so quick they barely caught a glimpse of it. Finally a moment passed and a very precise cut appeared on Ashley's cheek, the red liquid trailing down afterward. The group felt a wave of uncontrollable fear wash over them as they met the woman's cruel smirk.
Her look conveyed that she was not playing around.
"Now," The woman started as her hand withdrew to her purse. "Are you going to disobey me again?"
They shook their heads frantically out of sync as they quickly began digging. "N-No."
"N-No... Mother." They quietly whispered as they had already dug up a decent pile of sand.
"Good." She replied as her hand clicked open her compact mirror to check her complexion. However her eyes caught sight of the hand she had just used to almost take the Delightfuls heads off with. She tsked as she hooded her eyes. "Oh darn, I broke a nail."
"M-May we ask something?" The five inquired carefully, not wanting to invoke another wrath. Mother's cold stern eyes shook them, but their curiosities couldn't wait. "What does excavating Numbuh 4's pool have to do with finding Numbuh X's dairy?"
The woman seemingly ignored them as she went back to analyzing her makeup. But her sky blue pupils caught sight of the moon in the corner of her mirror and a glint appeared in her eyes. "All in good time children," She muttered as she scarcely made out the KND Moonbase somewhere on the lunar's dark side. "All in good time."
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