How NOT to be a mother in a doomed story (Oc story)

A journalist intuition

Snipet

"I demand to be taken seriously.."

If there was a universal rule.....having Scaramouch nag at her and have his pretty emo face constantly stuck in a frown of disgust and annoyance because of her mere existence while also demanding her to respect him should be one of them.

And for her..

She rose her arms with a shameless shrug

"Nop.."

"Are you deaf? Kneel before your superior.."

As far as she was aware a four was better than a five, but oh well, it was not like he would listen to her, right?

"Nop, pint size puppet..."

She said again even more smugly, the smirk on her face only widening even further. For a construct that tried to sell out the idea that human emotions were lame an unsightly, he really could not but go back on his own delusions, couldn't he?

Guess that was what one should had expected from a cheap Uchiha copy.

All looks and no filling.

And so, like clockwork anger flared in the puppets eyes before he pointed an accusatory finger at her.

"H-how dare you..!? Do you know who I am..!?"

She rubbed her chin in deep thought. "A hat guy with mommy's issues?"

He pinched the bridge of his nose. "Of course a simple human like you can not understand the greatness of someone like me when people like you swim in dirt and ignorance. I pity you Knave, you are as pathetic as anyone else in this world. And no, for the hundredth time you fool with a death-wish. I am not a "Hat guy!"

".."

"Ha! So you do finally see reason human....it was about time, or don't tell me that you are so terrified you can even gave me a response..?"

"Nah... just a bit surprised for you to so readily admit to mummy issues, do you want me to give you a hug then...? Don't worry, this mama wont bit you...much"

"I am gonna kill you.." He cursed, raising his hands only for her to push his hat down his head, making it get stuck way below his line of sight.

"What? I cant hear you, I am too tall for the sound to reach my ears.."

"AAAARRRRRGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!"

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Speech = "..."

Thought = [....]

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It was not every day that Charlotte stepped on the halls of the Institute, with its large, cold halls, the air filled with the soft cranking echo of tinkering. For someone like her who had become enamoured with the workings of her dads camera it would have been one of the most interesting places to be in.

Sadly, that was hardly the case.

She could have come up with several reasons of why she had come to that conclusion and even place them in a neat holder for quicker review, however if she went to put things as simple as they could be then.......it was just not a destination close to home nor mostly related to her hobby of photography.

True, she had always had a bit of curiosity of what secrets laid within the building walls, who wouldn't? And though its entry was always open for whoever wanted to take a look at the intricacies that were built by the greatest minds of Fontaine...., to take a detour to visit it was not something that she could thoughtlessly afford most of the time.