Innerworks

18. 2:00pm

"Dad"

He stirred.

"Dad"

He groaned.

"Dad!"

Morality's eyes snapped opened with a gasp.

"Your phone is ringing", mumbled his daughter.

He blinked about twice before his son placed his ringing phone into his hand.

He looked at the blurry screen to find that it wasn't ringing, but an alarm. Quickly he dismissed it before realizing something.

He physically jolted up, accidentally startling the kids, it was 1:30pm.

"Sorry about that, I-I set an alarm for 12:00 I'm sure of it-"

"You did", said his daughter, slightly sheepish.

"Wha-?"

"You set the alarm but you were so tired you slept through it, so-"

"So we turned it off", finished her brother,
"but then it started ringing again with a different sound so we thought someone was calling you"

Morality sighed, rubbing his eyes tiredly, only just noticing that all five of the kids were in his room.

"You all missed lunch because of me-"

"We're fine-", started his daughter, attempting to ease his guilt. Misleading Compliment's stomach growled, loudly.

The other boys laughed, Compliment turned red and the girl deadpanned.

The Parent couldn't help but chuckle at group, honestly his children-

"Is Anxiety up yet?"

Before anyone could answer there was the sound of footsteps running down the hall, a door creaked open, shut and then the footsteps were coming back.

Pranks suddenly appeared in the doorway with a "Nope!" The Trickster smiled popping the 'p', as he rocked back and forth on his heels.

Everyone blinked having not seen the Prankster leave, but after a second they all burst into laughter.

Wiping a tear of mirth from his eye, Dad reached for his glasses on the nightstand, before fixing his bed, and messy hair, with a snap of his fingers.

"Alright kiddos, how's about something quick, mac'n cheese sound good?"

With the affirmative given, all exited the room, the kids raced to the kitchen, while Morality trudged along, a yawn slipping past his lips.

He was a bit disappointed in himself that he over-slept but he honestly felt like he didn't sleep a wink, then again, three-and-a-half hours of sleep wasn't much compared to missing three days.

With another yawn, he straightened himself up, put a smile on his face, strode into the kitchen and went to make the kids some lunch.

----

Prince really hated Dragons, he really hated them. Especially when they tended to spit fire-!

He rolled away from the oncoming stream of flames just in the nick of time, by now his pristine white suit was dirty and slightly singed.

They had managed to draw the creature away from the town and into the woods, hopefully saving innocent bystanders and limiting the collateral damage it would cause on the Kingdom.

Roman looked up to glare at the beast, this one couldn't talk, so he was very wary of it. Many creatures in his, or any of the Kingdoms, could speak, the ones that couldn't however, tended to be the vilest, sneakiest, maliciously devious entities, or they were kind, caring and downright mischievous beings.

Blue was the perfect example for the latter, so much so, it was practically a little feathered imp. But truly, Blue was nothing more than a mischievous little bird with a big heart. It cared for whomever it wanted, whenever it wanted. Thing is, when Blue likes someone, it likes someone and then they "acquire" a little blue body guard, of course the blue bird wouldn't hesitate to play a trick on anyone, whether it liked them or not.

However when it came to the former, darker side of the spectrum, Dragons, Witches and or Dragon witches would fit the bill. Being silent meant they were smart and when a creature of malice was smart, it was even more dangerous than usual.

The mute Dragon he was fighting had about a ten foot wingspan. It's thick, scaly, bat-like wings were opening and lifting in anger. For each mighty roar it would let out, the Prince could see the veins of the creature pop out, highly visible under its reptilian skin, even at a good distance.

Roman ran toward the beast slashing at its legs before ducking and rolling out of its reach.