FrankenSmurf || The Smurfs 2 || OC story

Doubt.

After all the fun, father lead us down to his lab.

"Why are we coming down here, father?" Vexy asked as we came down the steps.

"Well, we are celebrating your long lost sister's birthday." Father replied following behind, holding Smurfette in his hand.

"Really?" Smurfette exclaimed with slight surprise. I helped Vexy and Hackus get into the table after I leapt up.

"Can't very well end the festivities without a cake." Father said as he spawned a cake with his wand.

He lowered the cake onto the table and making Azrael move out of the way.

"I made your favorite, my dear. Blue velvet." Father said, putting Smurfette on the table as we awed at the cake.

"Go ahead. Go ahead. Make a wish, my dear. Anything your tiny little heart can dream of, and it is yours." Father said.

"Anything?" Smurfette wondered as we turned to him.

"But of course." He replied with Azrael meowing in the background.

"Yes, well within reason. I'm afraid we're on a bit of an essence budget around here lately." Father responded to Azrael.

"That's why we need the formula, you see." Father spoke, lightly putting a smidge of manipulation into the mix.

'What is this feeling of dread?... Is something bad going to happen? This... Isn't... Okay... But father will punish me if I become disobedient.. I'm a good daughter.....' I thought, unable to shake this uneasiness building up inside me.

Papa's POV:

We made it up to the window and peered down below.

"Oh, there she is. Is that a birthday cake?" Vanity pointed out.

"We had a birthday cake for her too. She just.. never saw it..." Clumsy muttered sadly.

"They look like a happy family. Are you sure that freak down there cant smell and hear us?" Grouchy said, referencing the monster that Gargamel created.

"Of course not, even Azrael can't hear or smell us. Although her scales are a marvelous color." Vanity responded to Grouchy, lightly complimenting her. Which was odd considering he only likes to compliment himself.

"She's not going to give him the formula, is she, Papa?.." Clumsy asked me.

"If she does, it would mean the end of all Smurfkind." I answered, turning back to look at them.

"Oh! Wait. Even the handsome ones?" Vanity questioned, turning to me.

"Oh yeah." Grouchy said, crossing his arms.

"Vanity, you come with me. Clumsy and Grouchy, go meet Master Winslow." I ordered.

3rd person POV:

Patrick was struggling to open the sewer cover with the crowbar. Grunting in desperation.

Then, a pair of while shoes came into his sight. He looked up to see Victor looking down at him.

"Victor, what are you doing here?" Patrick queried.

"Grace called me. She said you might need a hand." Victor responded as Patrick continued to grunt and struggle to lift up the sewer cover. Victor then turned around to walk away.

"No, no. Victor, wait." Patrick called out making Victor turn around.

"As usual, Grace is right. I could use some help." He said, panting from exerting his energy to attempt to lift up the cover.