Dysfunctional Family

Oh, For Namesake

AN: Mentions of SUICIDE in this chapter!!! Just a warning!!! 😣

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Blumiere's father stomped down the hallway, out of the living area and away from everyone else, muttering to himself.

"Since when was I the one getting bossed around by my own SON?! He was always obedient!" Blumiere's father exclaimed.

He scoffed and crossed his arms.

"Why would I follow orders from HIM? Even IF I was scared of his alternate personality the Dark Prognosticus manifested inside him... Why should I listen to HIM!? He RUINED my family name!" Blumiere's father spat.

He let out a huff and leaned against the wall.

"Where did I go wrong?" Blumiere's father muttered.

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Blumiere was helping Timpani put away the board game, a bad mood hanging over his head while Timpani seemed unaffected. She seemed a little happy, even.

"Why are you smiling right now?" Blumiere asked.

"Hm?"

"You seem too happy after what just occurred," Blumiere stated, "Alastor is UPSET and my father is, well, my father!"

Timpani chuckled a little, making Blumiere even more confused.

"Why are you chuckling?" Blumiere asked with a sigh, "You're going to tell me something absurd, aren't you?"

Timpani chuckled some more as Blumiere became more and more concerned.

"I planned this whole thing!" Timpani laughed.

"Well, yes, you planned the game night, I suppose..." Blumiere muttered.

"Not just the game night, I knew that ALL of it would happen!" Timpani cheered, "Though your father knowing about Mr.L was unforeseen..."

Blumiere stood aghast.

"You WANTED my father to upset Alastor just so I would send him after him?!" Blumiere exclaimed.

Timpani nodded.

"And now, they'll be forced to talk it out!" Timpani giggled.

Blumiere groaned in frustration as he smacked his forehead.

"There is a VERY slim chance of them actually getting along, dear!" Blumiere stated, "It would be a miracle if no one died!"

"Then prepare for an astonishing phenomenon~!" Timpani replied with a wide gesture and a smile.

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Blumiere's father mumbled to himself under his breath as he stomped down the hallways of Castle Bleck. He lost where he was going almost half an hour ago, but he was never going to admit that to even himself. Instead, he just kept wandering down the halls, opening doors to what he could only wish was somewhere he could rest or an exit; preferably the latter to him.

After about an hour of opening and slamming doors in frustration, Blumiere's father was getting sick of this castle. With a snarl on his lips, he marched over to one of the nearest doors and threw it open, revealing a long and winding staircase heading upward to what he could only assume was the roof. He sneered as he peered up at the stairs, hearing the bang from the door echo upward.

"Finally, a way out of this labyrinth." Blumiere's father muttered.

He started up the dark staircase, relieved that the fresh air was so close. As Blumiere's father neared the top, he frowned, sensing that he wasn't the only one to retreat to this rooftop. He climbed the last few steps and pushed the door out of the way, narrowing his eyes in suspicion and curiosity, seeing none other than Dimentio standing on the edge of the roof.