A message from mitkitty
Sylvia sighed and pulled the little Watchdog out of the rubble. She took him to a safe place and started to patch him up.
A reply from eyeballcommander

Peepers started to stir when he felt her bandaging him. Wait, where was he? He sat up and started to look around, then his eye widened when he saw his number two foe. What was she doing? And why did she save him? Well, he guessed that Wander made her, he doubted she’d do it on her own. He’d never understand those do-gooders…

Finally he spoke up. “Where are we?”

 

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"It’s not like everyone hates me!”

"Yeah? Well who LIKES you?"

He paused as he tried to think. Wow, his list was pathetically small… “Well, erm, there’s- wait, nevermind about him. Um, my mom does, and sometimes Lord Hater seems to. So that’s not exactly nobody, I guess…”

A message from hailprincesspandora
Pandora hopped over to Peepers, waving a pink skirt around in one hand, "Here ya go!"
A reply from eyeballcommander

Peepers took the shirt, then stared down at his daughter, and back at it. “…Wait, you don’t really want me to wear this, do you…?”

 

Pandora went sprinting to her bed, scrambling onto it and covering herself with the blanket. She laid on her side, her back to them, and sobbed loudly into her pillow.

Hater stared at her in silence, unsure of what to say or what to do now. Being someone who hated their own father with a fiery passion, the last thing he’d wanted was for one of his kids to feel that way about him. So…what now? Was he supposed to comfort her? Offer her doll back to her? No, no, he couldn’t. This was punishment. His horns drooped to their lowest point and he forced himself to look away. The skeleton ushered his husband out of the room before mumbling to Pandora to stay in there until dinner, then he shut the door behind them.

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Peepers continued to look back at the door, then after a long pause, he looked down and sighed. “So, erm, what do we do now? How long should we hold onto it? And do you really think she hates us? I mean, she did seem pretty mad at us… Did we go too far? I mean, maybe that was too harsh…”

A message from mitkitty
Sylvia sighed and pulled the little Watchdog out of the rubble. She took him to a safe place and started to patch him up.
A reply from eyeballcommander

Peepers started to stir when he felt her bandaging him. Wait, where was he? He sat up and started to look around, then his eye widened when he saw his number two foe. What was she doing? And why did she save him? Well, he guessed that Wander made her, he doubted she’d do it on her own. He’d never understand those do-gooders…

Finally he spoke up. “Where are we?”

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"Yep!"

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"And this is why nobody likes you."

"It’s not like everyone hates me!”

A message from mitkitty
Sylvia sighed and pulled the little Watchdog out of the rubble. She took him to a safe place and started to patch him up.
A reply from eyeballcommander

Peepers started to stir when he felt her bandaging him. Wait, where was he? He sat up and started to look around, then his eye widened when he saw his number two foe. What was she doing? And why did she save him? Well, he guessed that Wander made her, he doubted she’d do it on her own. He’d never understand those do-gooders…

Finally he spoke up. “Where are we?”

 

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"But I didn’t promise him anything, I just said hi and he was happy to follow me in! Although I wouldn’t of done that if I realized what he was planning to do when he got onboard… Besides, I’m just doing my job. And unfortunately, I can’t really take credit for kidnapping you while you were sleeping. "

"Yeah, but you CAN take credit for trying to murder people at dinner parties!"

"Yep!"

A message from mitkitty
Sylvia sighed and pulled the little Watchdog out of the rubble. She took him to a safe place and started to patch him up.
A reply from eyeballcommander

Peepers started to stir when he felt her bandaging him. Wait, where was he? He sat up and started to look around, then his eye widened when he saw his number two foe. What was she doing? And why did she save him? Well, he guessed that Wander made her, he doubted she’d do it on her own. He’d never understand those do-gooders…

Finally he spoke up. “Where are we?”

 

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"I’M NOT A CREEP!"

"You kidnapped me in my sleep…and brought Wander into your unmarked van with promises of candy-metaphorically, I mean."

"But I didn’t promise him anything, I just said hi and he was happy to follow me in! Although I wouldn’t of done that if I realized what he was planning to do when he got onboard… Besides, I’m just doing my job. And unfortunately, I can’t really take credit for kidnapping you while you were sleeping. "

A message from mitkitty
Sylvia sighed and pulled the little Watchdog out of the rubble. She took him to a safe place and started to patch him up.
A reply from eyeballcommander

Peepers started to stir when he felt her bandaging him. Wait, where was he? He sat up and started to look around, then his eye widened when he saw his number two foe. What was she doing? And why did she save him? Well, he guessed that Wander made her, he doubted she’d do it on her own. He’d never understand those do-gooders…

Finally he spoke up. “Where are we?”

 

He rolled his eye. “Yeah, I guess so. I’ll never understand what goes on in that mind of yours…”

"Simple. I’m not a murderous little creep like you are."

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"I’M NOT A CREEP!"

A message from mitkitty
Sylvia sighed and pulled the little Watchdog out of the rubble. She took him to a safe place and started to patch him up.
A reply from eyeballcommander

Peepers started to stir when he felt her bandaging him. Wait, where was he? He sat up and started to look around, then his eye widened when he saw his number two foe. What was she doing? And why did she save him? Well, he guessed that Wander made her, he doubted she’d do it on her own. He’d never understand those do-gooders…

Finally he spoke up. “Where are we?”

 

He pouted and muttered under his breath, “I hate you so much…”

"But I don’t quite hate you. Strange, isn’t it? But you’re lucky that I don’t, since otherwise you’d be dead."

He rolled his eye. “Yeah, I guess so. I’ll never understand what goes on in that mind of yours…”

A message from mitkitty
Sylvia sighed and pulled the little Watchdog out of the rubble. She took him to a safe place and started to patch him up.
A reply from eyeballcommander

Peepers started to stir when he felt her bandaging him. Wait, where was he? He sat up and started to look around, then his eye widened when he saw his number two foe. What was she doing? And why did she save him? Well, he guessed that Wander made her, he doubted she’d do it on her own. He’d never understand those do-gooders…

Finally he spoke up. “Where are we?”

 

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"…What are you laughing at?"

"It’s fun to watch you squirm."

He pouted and muttered under his breath, “I hate you so much…”

Tori nodded her agreement. Honestly if she had the power, she’d skip to the future when humanity got it’s act together. Maybe then people would tolerate her more.

"Maybe you can show me instead?" She started to get excited at her own suggestion. "We could pick one of your favorites and we can visit it!"

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Peepers didn’t really want to bring her along. It’d be too complicated, and he didn’t want to have to watch over her and keep her out of trouble. Besides, what would everyone say if he brought a child on board? She seemed kinda like the headstrong type, so he wasn’t sure if she’d take no as an answer. Maybe he could just convince her to give up on that idea.

"I’m not sure if that’s a good idea… The flying saucer I came in only fits one person, and it certainly won’t fit a human. I’d have to get permission from my boss to bring you on the ship, and he’d never say yes. Besides, what would your parents say?”

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