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zoingeroniChapter 1
“It’s starting to feel like you guys don’t even want me to meet my birth mother!”
“Nervous, stop that." Loki started talking in a softer voice. "We want you to be happy. And careful! You don’t know who this woman is or why she gave you up.”
Circe smiled widely in the background, considering this a prime opportunity for research. The subject in the wild! Loki was being far too narrow minded.
“Well, I’m an adult now. You can’t make me stay. I’m leaving and that’s final.” Nervous stomped out of the Beaker house with a backpack and an address that had mysteriously appeared in his desk.
“Great.” Loki slumped down and put his face in his hands. “Out of the frying pan and into the fryer.”
“Loki, please.” Circe sat on the arm of the chair and draped her arm around him. “He hardly ever goes out. This will be interesting. I promise.”
Loki gave into Circe’s pleading eyes, stopped scowling, and gave her a kiss. “If you say so.”
Chapter 2
“Yeah, who knew?”
Nervous had broken his resolve to never speak to his parents again after getting so excited by the proximity of his birth mom. “On the outskirts of Strangetown. Right under our noses!”
Olive smiled at the irony. Loki knew full well that Nervous was her son. He was probably sweating profusely right now, freaking out that his subject might never go back to him again.
Nervous being taken away from her was not Olive’s proudest moment, and neither was not caring enough to be in his life all these years, but knowing that the end was nigh made her reflect on her life. Letting Ophelia stay with her as she finished high school was one of the loose ends to tie up, and meeting her now adult son was the last. She wasn’t asocial, just a bit more focused on people’s deaths than their lives. Everyone has their preferences.
The pair, along with Nervous’s niece Ophelia, attended an art museum as their first outing together. Or at least, that was Ophelia’s spin on things, trying to deny that any day now could be Olive’s last.
Olive had to chuckle at Loki and Circe showing up, surely to spy on them. She stood close enough to Nervous the whole time that the couple eventually became too uncomfortable to stay. They didn't understand: Nervous was a Specter now, and nothing could change that, not even death.
Chapter 3
Ophelia wanted a huge bash to celebrate both her graduation from high school as well as meeting her cousin!
Unfortunately, neither dancing, games, nor gelatin could save a party this dull.
It didn’t help that Olive was busy pestering the only fullblood Pollination Technician in town. Johnny was so upset that he went outside the gate to continue the smustle. It seemed like his family got bullied wherever they went.
But Nervous saw how bummed Johnny was and danced with him. Johnny had always been a few grades behind Nervous, and they didn't know each other very well. But since Johnny was Ophelia's object of affection, Nervous figured they should spend some time together.
It cheered Johnny up so much that he had to woo his sweetheart, much to Ripp’s disgust. Although the party may have bombed, Ophelia's and Johnny’s hearts were filled with glee, and looking forward to living in the same dorm soon.
Chapter 4
Later that night, Nervous went outside to gaze at the stars, but got spooked instead!
The chill felt different this time than in other houses, though. Angrier…or…more fearful? As if they wanted to scream some message to him.
After he went back to bed, Olive cleaned up the ghosts’ mess, unbothered by their groaning and shrieking.
The next morning, Ophelia screamed and woke the whole house up.
“It's my last day of school! I can’t say the dog ate my homework!”
Nonetheless, the day after, Ophelia happily headed to La Fiesta Tech. But as soon as she arrived, she got a call that Olive had had a heart attack.
She would start her first semester bogged down by grief!
Chapter 5
Olive backed away when the Grim Reaper appeared.
“Wait! I just reunited with my son!”
“It is your time. I do not make exceptions.” The Grim Reaper held the sandglass as Olive tried to grab it from him.
“But I’m your wife!”
“EX wife.”
“Wait…" Nervous stuttered. "What?"
“Don’t you want to learn more about our son?”
“Your what??”
“I will learn plenty when it is his time. But now, you must go.” The Reaper pointed toward purgatory as Olive stomped toward it.
Nervous managed to say a few words through terrified heaving. “What was that about?”
“Yes, Neville. I am your father.” The Reaper dissipated, and a tombstone appeared.
After hours of sitting on the sidewalk, Nervous sauntered over to the chair at the head of the graveyard and gazed across the numerous tombstones. “So this is my family.”
Growing up he had felt empty and directionless, and at times wondered why his adoptive parents seemed to observe him so carefully. He never seemed to belong, not to the Beakers, not to Strangetown, not to life. “I am Neville, the son of Death and Olive. And I will carry on my family’s legacy with pride.”
“It’s starting to feel like you guys don’t even want me to meet my birth mother!”
“Nervous, stop that." Loki started talking in a softer voice. "We want you to be happy. And careful! You don’t know who this woman is or why she gave you up.”
Circe smiled widely in the background, considering this a prime opportunity for research. The subject in the wild! Loki was being far too narrow minded.
“Well, I’m an adult now. You can’t make me stay. I’m leaving and that’s final.” Nervous stomped out of the Beaker house with a backpack and an address that had mysteriously appeared in his desk.
“Great.” Loki slumped down and put his face in his hands. “Out of the frying pan and into the fryer.”
“Loki, please.” Circe sat on the arm of the chair and draped her arm around him. “He hardly ever goes out. This will be interesting. I promise.”
Loki gave into Circe’s pleading eyes, stopped scowling, and gave her a kiss. “If you say so.”
Chapter 2
“Yeah, who knew?”
Nervous had broken his resolve to never speak to his parents again after getting so excited by the proximity of his birth mom. “On the outskirts of Strangetown. Right under our noses!”
Olive smiled at the irony. Loki knew full well that Nervous was her son. He was probably sweating profusely right now, freaking out that his subject might never go back to him again.
Nervous being taken away from her was not Olive’s proudest moment, and neither was not caring enough to be in his life all these years, but knowing that the end was nigh made her reflect on her life. Letting Ophelia stay with her as she finished high school was one of the loose ends to tie up, and meeting her now adult son was the last. She wasn’t asocial, just a bit more focused on people’s deaths than their lives. Everyone has their preferences.
The pair, along with Nervous’s niece Ophelia, attended an art museum as their first outing together. Or at least, that was Ophelia’s spin on things, trying to deny that any day now could be Olive’s last.
Olive had to chuckle at Loki and Circe showing up, surely to spy on them. She stood close enough to Nervous the whole time that the couple eventually became too uncomfortable to stay. They didn't understand: Nervous was a Specter now, and nothing could change that, not even death.
Chapter 3
Ophelia wanted a huge bash to celebrate both her graduation from high school as well as meeting her cousin!
Unfortunately, neither dancing, games, nor gelatin could save a party this dull.
It didn’t help that Olive was busy pestering the only fullblood Pollination Technician in town. Johnny was so upset that he went outside the gate to continue the smustle. It seemed like his family got bullied wherever they went.
But Nervous saw how bummed Johnny was and danced with him. Johnny had always been a few grades behind Nervous, and they didn't know each other very well. But since Johnny was Ophelia's object of affection, Nervous figured they should spend some time together.
It cheered Johnny up so much that he had to woo his sweetheart, much to Ripp’s disgust. Although the party may have bombed, Ophelia's and Johnny’s hearts were filled with glee, and looking forward to living in the same dorm soon.
Chapter 4
Later that night, Nervous went outside to gaze at the stars, but got spooked instead!
The chill felt different this time than in other houses, though. Angrier…or…more fearful? As if they wanted to scream some message to him.
After he went back to bed, Olive cleaned up the ghosts’ mess, unbothered by their groaning and shrieking.
The next morning, Ophelia screamed and woke the whole house up.
“It's my last day of school! I can’t say the dog ate my homework!”
Nonetheless, the day after, Ophelia happily headed to La Fiesta Tech. But as soon as she arrived, she got a call that Olive had had a heart attack.
She would start her first semester bogged down by grief!
Chapter 5
Olive backed away when the Grim Reaper appeared.
“Wait! I just reunited with my son!”
“It is your time. I do not make exceptions.” The Grim Reaper held the sandglass as Olive tried to grab it from him.
“But I’m your wife!”
“EX wife.”
“Wait…" Nervous stuttered. "What?"
“Don’t you want to learn more about our son?”
“Your what??”
“I will learn plenty when it is his time. But now, you must go.” The Reaper pointed toward purgatory as Olive stomped toward it.
Nervous managed to say a few words through terrified heaving. “What was that about?”
“Yes, Neville. I am your father.” The Reaper dissipated, and a tombstone appeared.
After hours of sitting on the sidewalk, Nervous sauntered over to the chair at the head of the graveyard and gazed across the numerous tombstones. “So this is my family.”
Growing up he had felt empty and directionless, and at times wondered why his adoptive parents seemed to observe him so carefully. He never seemed to belong, not to the Beakers, not to Strangetown, not to life. “I am Neville, the son of Death and Olive. And I will carry on my family’s legacy with pride.”
