Old Times
It had been a long time since anyone had left the family estate, so Harley went on a little trip down town so she could try and make some more friends to help with her aspirations.
She was perpetually sad for a while as she was forced to skill over socialising. She introduced herself to everyone at the cafe and then headed home.
For family picture time! This was the best version this narrator could get.
This is one of many, many outtakes.
For being named after evil villains, the children all get along fairly well.
HarleyPops: Love this little guy! #littlebro #siblings #photobomb
‘I know what you’re trying to do and it won’t work,’ Tywin informed Dracula.
‘No idea what you’re on about, bro,’ Dracula replied.
Yuki was nearing the end of her last pregnancy and reflecting on how much she would miss the feeling.
‘I can’t wait until this kid pops out of me and I can get on with doing other things with my life that don’t revolve around babies!’
‘Oh no! Oh no, oh no, oh no!’
‘Not again!’ Connor cried, staying as far from the fire as possible.
Learning from past mistakes, Yuki took charge of the situation without anyone dying this time around.
None of the children seemed to notice what had happened.
‘Did you hear someone shouting?’ Harley asked.
‘Nope,’ Tywin replied.
‘Look, I know you’re trying to steal my spot as most helpful child and I don’t appreciate it!’ Tywin moaned one afternoon.
‘I’m not here to mess around,’ Dracula replied. ‘I will be their favourite.’
At last, the moment Yuki had been waiting for arrived. The final baby of this generation was about to be born.
Such a special occasion warranted actually going to the hospital with the happy couple this time around.
‘Urg, not you two again!’ the doctor moaned as Connor freaked out.
A healthy baby girl was delivered shortly after. She was named Cruella.
That same night, Harley was invited out to a singles night with her Aunt Candy.
She spent the night getting to know people and furthering her friend of the world aspiration.
Back at home, a special occasion was happening.
‘Why is my cake beside some nasty old food?’
Our intrepid founder was finally an old man.
‘Oof, this getting old thing ain’t fun.’
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