Chapter Twelve: Oh No

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Controller did what the Announcer had said. He took his husband, kids, and hid in Hotel OJ.
His husband, Gamey, was helping their nonbinary child, Sam, with homework while Controller was spoon feeding their baby son, Joshua, who apparently wasn't happy with potatoes and strained spinach.
OJ sighs. "well, the antidotes are always here, and.... oh why do I bother, this is all bullshit."
Controller sighs. "Well, I'm being targeted by a serial killer."
OJ sighs again. "Yeah, I know."
Gamey scratches at his arm. Antidote patches had been invented, but they lasted for a day at a time and had to be replaced every 24 hours. At least it was better than having to put a needle into your hand.
Pares comes in. "Dad, Knife and Microphone are having sex again!"
OJ sighs. "Great." He did not sound happy.
Paper frowns.
"I know. I don't WANT another sibling." Melody complains.
Pauline came over to see her girlfriend. "Well this sucks. How ya doing, Controller, Gamey?"
"Okay." Controller said as he rocks Joshua to sleep.
Pauline smiles and kisses Melody's cheek before sitting on the couch. "Is everyone okay?"
"Yeah, all the families are great. Except that it's about Croissant's time to go out of old age. Given the fact Shieldy and Party Hat are dead, we'll have to wait to recover them too."
Pauline nods. "It sucks that we can only recover on our end. My mom tends to be an exploding blueberry pie, just like the old days." She smiles a bit.
OJ smiles. "Oh, the old days were fun, except we were single, drunk idiots and didn't have our beautiful babies."
Pares laughs. "Dad!"
OJ smiles. "Y'know, the old days were better since our shows weren't separated."
"Yeah." Melody agrees.
A loud bang on the door was heard. "I'll get it!" OJ says. He opens the door to THE bad guy.
Him. The guy who was after Controller. He mouthed the word "hide" as urgently as he could, giving the chance for Controllers family to run, before he was shot.
"Dad!" Pares yells before Paper drags him.
OJ sat up, returning the gunfire. The Bad Guy was stunned- for a while. He left the hotel seemingly screaming like a little girl.
OJ then limped to the nearest hospital. He would be okay- at least for now.

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