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Dangerous	By : FlameWolf666 Category: G through L > House of 1000 Corpses Views: 7010 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own anything from House of a 1000 Corpses. All rights to the material belong to Mr. Zombie. This is just for fun and I make no profit from it.

Chapter List
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Author's Note: The reason for Otto's presence is revealed. Sorry for the long break with updates. I've been a bit sidetracked. I hope it gets better soon. Things will still get finished though.

Chapter Twenty: Preparations

It was a very long night, to put it lightly. Any hope of sleep just wasn't going to happen, what with the noises from downstairs as well as the side room. To top it off, as soon as the sun was up, Otis was dragging me out of bed and shoving me into some rather baggy clothes. While the maternity clothes I had were anything but form fitting, the clothes he had forced me into were at least twice that size. They hung off my frame like a circus tent, making me wonder briefly if my psychotic partner was trying to hide my figure from our 'guests'. If that was the case, my next question was why? At six and a half months pregnant, I wasn't exactly at my most desirable.
That thought made me pause as a heated blush took over my cheeks. To be honest, if the beast pulling the baggy shirt over my head was any indication, I was nigh irresistible. Since I had started this pregnancy, Otis had gradually gotten more sexually active with me. Especially as I started to show more. During most of my fifth month it had almost felt like he had turned into a bit of a nympho, not missing any opportunity to fuck me; even if it was against the wall where others could just just walk by. In fact, such things had happened many times; always ending up with me feeling more bothered by it than anyone else.
Then, as soon as my sixth month had hit, it had all stopped. It wasn't from lack of want on Otis' end, that much was fairly obvious from how he devoured me with his icy eyes as I walked past. Still, I could come up with no other reason that made any sense; leaving me more than a little confused. A sharp yank on my upper arm brought me back to the present and I found myself being pulled down the barren hall and toward the stairs. “Dun let either of 'em touch ya. Most of all, dun let chrome-dome down there lead you off alone. He's been actin' squirrely since he got here and has tried to sneak up to see ya more'n once,” snarled my murderous caretaker, his words sending a chill through my veins.
I had been so stressed out by everything that had happened that I had passed out and slept rather deeply. I hadn't heard a thing, meaning if Otis hadn't chosen to sleep with me and Choptop had managed to pick the lock… Shuddering violently as I forced the thought into the back of my head, I forced a cool mask onto my face. While I knew and trusted the Fireflys, even after all the shit I had witnessed, I knew better than to show my emotions to the pair that waited downstairs. They would use any perceived chink in my armor against me. The ghoul next to me nodded slightly in approval before releasing my hand to offer his arm.
Staring down at the offered limb as if it were a foreign object, I reached forward with hesitant fingers. While he had showed affection many times in his own way, this was the first time he had ever done something like this. Licking my too dry lips, I wrapped my left arm around his right; silently relishing in the chance to touch him without any sexual connotation. I could feel the short hairs on his upper arm and I fought against the sudden urge to lean against him. Shaking my head as I bit the inside of my cheek, I forced my focus back to the here and now as we began to move down.
I couldn't afford to be caught off guard. I had to be ready to defend myself or run. Though, in my condition, running was a far more viable option than physical confrontation. If anything hit my stomach particularly hard, it could very well start early labor; something I was unsure I would survive. The child itself most certainly wouldn't, only being six and a half months along in development. A hand covering mine brought me out of my grim thoughts as I looked up to see Otis looking at me. Then he was pulling me to a stop, taking a deep breath of his own as his pale eyes flickered from my face to my swollen but well hidden stomach. I could almost swear he looked worried before he was pulling me into a searing kiss that was full of sharp points. Low growls of possession left his rail thin form as he untangled his arm from mine to cradle the back of my head.
As talented fingers twined in my ebony hair, I heard a low whistle come from the foot of the stairs; making me fully aware of just why he was kissing me. It was a show of possession, claiming me as his like he had done in the strange bar all that time ago. Only this time felt different and I just couldn't put my finger on why. There was something else in this embrace, it almost felt sweet despite how gruff it was; as if he was trying to tell me something through his lips alone. Unfortunately, I didn't have nearly long enough to analyze it; Otis pulling away to glower at the small crowd gathered below. Besides Mama and Baby, there was a sneering Choptop and a man I had never seen before.
Almost immediately, my eyes were drawn to him as my heart began to race just the slightest bit. He was damn handsome, tall and lanky with a fair bit of muscle tone to him. His face was softer, almost gentle with a beauty mark just below his left eye. Blue eyes sparkled up at me, full of inner laughter and mischief. To top it off, he had shoulder length, chocolate colored, hair that almost looked feathered and layered. He dressed like some that stepped right off a ranch, his blue jeans so skin tight they drew my eyes like a magnet. Forcing my gaze elsewhere, I bit my lip as a helpless blush spread over my white cheeks. It certainly didn't help that he took off his Stetson hat and bowed to me as we began to move once more.
The killer beside me went stiff, the arm that I had been holding coming up to wrap around my shoulders in an effort to keep me close. Process of elimination alone told me this man was Otis' cousin but I had a very hard time believing it. Besides some extremely faint facial resemblances, the two seemed far too different to be related by blood. Shaking my head as we reached the landing, I avoided looking at either of the newcomers in an effort not to start a fight. “Man Cuz, how'd ya land a sweet lil thang like her? She dun look at all like she belongs here,” purred a deep baritone that made my skin tingle pleasantly. Turning my head to glare at the daring stranger, I came close to jumping back ward when I found he was much closer than before. Almost too close. If he reached out he would easily be able to touch me.
In an instant, I was pulled behind Otis as Mama and Baby came to his side to help shield me. “Leave sis alone,” hissed the younger of the blondes, her azure eyes shooting daggers toward the smirking male.
“Mai, mai. Ain't ya'll protective of her. Seem t'almost trust her more'n ya do me or mah boi here,” Otto drawled, a slight hint of danger in his almost bored sounding voice. Choptop, who was to his right, seemed to twitch in place; his open hands shaking as he seemed to be trying to peer past the family. It was almost like he was trying to see me in particular, a notion that would have seemed ridiculous if not for the other night.
His whispered words still echoed through my head, making me want to run at the thought of having to see him face to face again. The man was more unpredictable than Otis, despite the uncanny resemblance. “That's cause we do. She didn't bring someone she shouldn'ta. She has yet t'do anything t'damage our trust in her or, more importantly, my trust. Her life is far more important than any o' yers!” exploded out of the beast in front of me, snapping my focus back to him as I felt two hands land on separate parts of my right shoulder. Looking up, I saw Mama and Baby both giving me small smiles of reassurance before returning their identical gazes to the front.
Peeking out from a gap between Otis and Mama's arms, I saw Otto's expression change for the briefest of moments. For just a second, a murderous scowl worthy of his cousin crossed his tanned face before he was giving a sly smirk. Then his eyes caught mine and that smirk turned into an evil smile that chilled my very bone marrow. If I was going to get through this with any semblance of peace, I would have to make a stand on my own. I could only hope a certain psychopath wouldn't punish me too badly for taking the initiative. What I was about to do was pretty damn dangerous and just a bit foolhardy. Taking a measured breath to slow my racing heart, I pushed my way past Mama and Otis; both of them too shocked to move to stop me.
Forcing myself to ignore Choptop entirely and focus only on Otto, I met his dark blue eyes steadily. Shock registered oh so briefly on his surprisingly handsome face, his eyes flicking to the swell of my pregnant belly before going back up to my own eyes. For just a moment, his expression softened as he seemed to mull something over in his head. “Yer a brave lil gal, gotta give ya that,” the older man sighed before turning to give a glare to the slightly shorter man on his left. The straggly killer with a partial chrome-dome sneered up at the obviously dominant brunette before averting his gaze almost timidly. Yet there was just a hint of anger and defiance in his gaze, just enough to make me feel even less at ease.
“I have to be brave to live with this bunch and stay sane,” I remarked, more than just a little surprised by what had just come out of my mouth. It had been tantamount to back-sass, something that could get you killed if done to the wrong person in this house. Even Otto looked shocked before bursting into loud gales of laughter.
“Dayum, yer jest a lil spitfiah! Never thought I'd see th'day ol' Tissy'd find a girl he'd be able t'stand,” he chuckled before beginning to walk toward me.
Behind me, I heard my lover inhale sharply but he made no further move to shield me. If I knew him as well as I thought I did, the violent ghoul knew just as well as I did how important it was I establish myself right away. As long as I stayed close to him, he wouldn't protest about what I was doing. If I made one step forward, however, there would be Hell to pay for everyone involved. Otis wouldn't hesitate to launch himself forward in an effort to protect me and our unborn child, this new knowledge making my heart stop in my chest for just a second. Until then, it had never occurred to me that the wraith had come to care for me so much.
I doubted I could call what he felt for me love but it was certainly powerful. If I went through with my ultimate plan of fleeing while on the road there was no telling what would happen. Unfortunately, I couldn't really afford to think of such things at the moment; a fact that I was reminded of sharply when I noticed Otto had gotten disconcertingly close while I had been distracted. The expression on his bronzed face was unreadable and he held out a surprisingly delicate looking hand. As much as I wanted to look behind me for confirmation that accepting his handshake was okay, I knew that doing such would expose a weakness. I had to seem as strong and independent as I possibly could all while being utterly petrified.
So, acting as if it wasn't a big deal, I took his hand in mine. I had just a second to see a sick grin on his face and regret my life decisions before he was yanking me toward him. Things seemed to move in slow motion, my eyes automatically searching for a weapon or reason to pull away. To my shock, I saw his other hand was completely open and empty. Something he was sure to show the small group behind me. Then he was giving me a very genuine hug, his warm palms pressing against my upper back. I could only stare up at the wiry Texan, wondering just what was going through his head as his darker blue eyes met mine. “Welcome to th'fam'ly,” he rumbled, giving me a kiss on the forehead before reaching down to place a hand against the crest of my stomach.
Everything in my body froze, focusing on the point of contact. Due to what happened with Hugo, let alone the circumstances, I was extremely sensitive about anyone I didn't trust touching my growing belly. A sentiment Otis seemed to share because he yanked me out of his cousin's grasp before I could do anything about the situation. Shoving me behind him once more, he gave his relative a death glare before pinching the bridge of his nose and taking a deep breath. “Keep yer hands t'yer damn self and let's jest git down t'business. Th'Doc's dead and we killed a retired cop. We needed yer Police Scanner to figure out jest what our own pigs were thinkin' of doin' about it,” the wraith hissed, shooting a glower to Choptop and getting one in return.
“Ya'll allowed th'Doc t'die?! Man, no wonder yew guys look s'panicked,” Otto chortled in response, looking vaguely shocked and disappointed at the same time.
With a low huff, the taller, more muscular male simply shook his head before gesturing to the living room. “We brought it in last night after th'dust settled. Let's turn 'er on and see jest what's up,” he continued, moving into the room first and leaving his companion behind. Instead of trying to follow the other man, the metal skulled man kept staring at me; going out of his way to look around Otis. Icy eyes traveled over my skin, making me want to shudder. Instead, I merely met his eyes as neutrally as I could, my heart ramming against my ribs as my violent lover moved away from me and into the living room. As much as I wanted to follow, he hadn't summoned me. If I went now, it would seem like I was scared of Choptop, something I couldn't afford to happen.
Meeting his pale eyes, I was once again struck by the absolutely uncanny resemblance to Otis. While I knew it was more than likely due to circumstances in my reality, it didn't stop it from being eerie. Still, I had to make an effort to show this crazed killer that I wasn't intimidated by him. So, without so much as a glance at the family behind me, I walked toward him and held out my hand. “Name's Raven,” I offered, doing my best to ignore the fluttering in my chest caused by how close I was to him. His scent, his face, even the color of his eyes plucked at instincts Otis had built within me. It took everything I had within me to shove the faint burn of arousal I felt to the background, none of this helped by when his skin touched mine.
The moment our palms connected it felt like a shock went through my entire body. In that instant, it was as if our souls had connected, making us both yank away with a hiss. “Fuck… th'hell was thet?” the thin hippy growled, looking both scared and furious at the same time.
“I… I have no idea,” came out of me without thought, my eyes focused on my hand. It had almost felt like I was touching the man I had lived so long with, a sensation I find hard to describe.
When you have to learn the mannerisms and subtle shifts in energy that occur in one person, you come to know them very well. He was an exact match for the killer just in the next room and the look in his eyes told me that he had felt the same way. Gritting his teeth, the tie dye clad wraith clenched the hand I had touched before stomping into the living room. I could only follow, feeling confused as well as a little sick. While they had been played by the same actor in my reality, they were wildly different people in this one. There was no reason at all the two of us should feel like we have a connection, for my body to have an almost Pavlovian response to the feeling of his calluses in my skin.
None of my discomfort was helped when I entered the room the two relatives had gone into, bare inches behind Choptop. Otis immediately whirled to look at me, as if he knew what had happened. Baring his teeth at me in warning, the murderer turned back to a strange, black device sitting on the coffee table. It was about the same size as a large, old fashioned radio; boxy with a bunch of nobs and a speaker on the front as well as an antenna sticking out of the top. Just one look told me what I was looking at and I moved casually to stand by my lover's side.
As his cousin turned the largest knob to the right, a burst of tinny static came from the small speaker. At that same moment, a strong arm wrapped around my shoulders; a pair of lips resting by my ear while Otto tried to tune into the station the local police used to communicate. “I can smell yer lust all over ya. Th'fuck is goin' on? You two almost seem like ya know eachother,” came an angry hiss that made goosebumps prickle my skin. Turning my head to look up at the wraith, I saw both fury and confusion in his ice blue eyes.
“I know of him but meeting him before I met you would have been impossible. I didn't come from this world, remember?” I whispered, watching out of the corner of my eye as the object of our conversation moved into position beside Otto. Thankfully, he looked just as bewildered by what happened as I was; effectively taking the tension out of the air.
“Yeah… I din forget… Its jest… Somethin' funny is goin' on 'round here,” came his slightly concerned reply just before his lips caressed my ear.
It happened so fast, I came very close to excusing it as his hair brushing against me. It was the quick whiff of his foul breath that tipped me off but before I had time to dwell on it, a burst of talking came through the static. Any further thought of conversation was halted as they stared at the small box, two officers discussing the disappearances across their car radios. “The last place them kids were see at was Spauldings, ya reckon he gave them directions to somewhere?” came the voice of a much younger man, his words sending a chill down my spine.
“Yeah… I think we best jest ignore that the chief said. Dun matter if he's retired, he wore th'suit an' thet means he's family. Least we c'n do is try t'find him an' his daughter,” came a gruffer, much more seasoned response; the conversation making my skin prickle all over.
“We'll have to do this in th'background. We can't let this take priority over our duty. With this outbreak of robberies lately, I dun see us gettin' to it anytime soon,” the younger male sighed, earning a sigh from the older man.
“Yeah, with alla this paper work it'll take at least anotha month an' a half. Dammit, I wish th'department'd jest let some of our interns do some investigation on this. They ain't doin' jack all anyway,” he bit out before the pair descended into petty complaints and half baked plans.
At that point, Otis switched off the scanner; a grim expression on his pale face. “They're comin' alrigh' but they're gonna take their goddamn time about it. Without knowin' when they plan on startin' investigation, I'll need th'scanner,” he growled, one of his arms wrapping around me possessively as Otto began to laugh.
“Ain't thatta a hoot! And here ya'll were hopin' t'git rid'a me! I bet this jest burns yer beans Tissy!” the brunette male howled, his accented voice full of humor as his cobalt eyes shined with a mixture of mirth and malice.
The ghoul next to me let out a low growl before shifting his focus to Choptop. The slightly shorter, thinner male was standing in a space between me and Otto; his own eyes still glaring at the hand I had touched earlier. “If yer gonna stay, yer dog sleeps out in th'barn,” Otis hissed, not phased when the man he was talking about bared his teeth.
“I ain't leavin' til I find out jest why it feels like me 'n this whore should know eachother!” screeched the balding hippy, a deadly silence following his declaration.
I could feel the shift in his mood in the air alone and I fought against the extreme urge to back away from my violent lover. He was beyond pissed, every muscle in his body tense as his nostrils flared. “Ya act like I care 'bout that! I dun want ya 'round mah girl, period! S'jest git any notions of cozyin' up t'her outta yer head,” the wraith snarled, his hand hovering over the hilt of his hunting knife. Choppy sneered in response, getting into a defensive position as a butterfly knife suddenly appeared in his hand. For a few, bone-chilling moments, I was sure a fight was going to break out. Then Otto was moving, placing his rather impressive frame between the two would-be combatants.
“Enough, both'a ya! Yer actin' worse'n kids,” the taller male sighed, sounding almost bored by what was occuring.
“This fuckin' bitch has been in mah dreams fer a long ass time now! Ya ain't 'bout t'stop me from finding out what th'fuck kinda voodoo is goin' on here! Specially since it felt like I knew her when we shook hands!” the metal headed psycho protested, peeking around the man that had brought him to level a glare at me.
In the second our eyes met, I knew he wouldn't let me have a moment's peace until the day we didn't need Otto's equipment. He was determined to find out what the connection was, something I knew he was unlikely to accomplish. As strange as it sounded, it appeared that he and Otis' souls were connected by the simple fact the same actor had portrayed them in my reality. It could mean that my realm had a direct responsibility in creating this reality, a notion that was enough to boggle any mind. “I said enough chrome-dome! Go on upstairs afore I git th'notion in mah head t'go toe to toe with ya,” came the unexpected command of my partner's cousin, earning a glower from his companion. Then the half skulled man was gone, his footsteps going up the stairs.
This left the two cousins, the rest of the Fireflys slowly leaving the room. As much as I wanted to follow the family, Otis had wrapped an arm around my waist to prevent such an action. “Ya need t'git him t'leave. I dun care how ya do it but I dun want that asshole anywhere near mah girl or this here brat,” hissed the killer, icy eyes narrowed as his cousin shook his head. A frustrated, almost sympathetic expression briefly crossed his face before it went right back to an almost condescending sneer.
“I would if I could but if I did, he'd jest come back without any of us knowin'. That slut o'yers has been in his head a lot lately, makin' him see things he shouldn't see. He sees himself kissin' her, fuckin' her, killin' with her and its all from his point of view; as if it were actually happenin',” Otto whispered, his eyes flicking to me, his expression softening just briefly.
“I dun care if he's havin' dreams about fuckin' Angelina Jolie! If he ain't gonna leave, ya need t'watch him! If he lays one finger on her, it'll be both yer heads,” the ghoul next to me hissed, his eyes spitting fire as his jaw tensed.
For once, I found myself ignoring my lover's anger; something about his cousin's words echoing in my head. “Could you describe one of the dreams?” I asked, an uneasy feeling bubbling in the pit of my stomach. The glare Otis gave me in response to my question didn't help but I stood firm, something telling me the answer to this question was extremely important.
“Yeah, fine but I dun see th'good it'll do,” the brown haired male sighed before launching into a creepily detailed account of me and Otis readying that girl I had gutted like a deer and made a statue out of. It was almost as if Choptop had seen through Otis' eyes, a fact that made my head spin.
Even the murderer to my right seemed a bit stunned by the accuracy, his pale brow crinkling slightly. “You two act as if that really happened,” observed a deeper voice from across the room, the small hint of a smile disappearing off his face when he saw our expressions.
“What you described was an event I personally participated in well before we even thought of contacting either of you…,”I whispered, the unease slowly coming over his face matching our own. Despite what had happened to me, what was going on now was extremely weird as well as hard to believe.
“You expect me t'believe…,” the Texan brunette began until his cousin cut him off with a curt motion of his hand.
“She ain't lyin'. I was there, I was th'one instructin' her…,” the white haired murderer whispered, looking confused as well as wary.
“Ya mean to tell me that asshole up there was seein' through yer eyes?!” Otto burst out, his voice rising due to his own consternation and disbelief.
“I'm afraid that's exactly what's happening here. But just why or what it means remains to be seen,” I replied before my lover could, an immediate silence following my words.
Cautiously raising my gaze, I saw both men staring at me with oddly incredulous expressions. “She's a real smart one Tissy. Sharp as a tack. Smart enough t'pretend t'be dumb and meek around me,” came a baritone to my left, making my skin grow cold as the room seemed to shrink around me.
“Still, none of thet really matters at t'moment… What matters is I feel thet this'n knows more 'bout this perticular situation than she's lettin' on,” continued the voice, the overtone of anger and danger growing more predominant.
“That would be because I do. But I'll let Otis be the one to tell what I do and don't know. Meanwhile, I'm going to go back upstairs. As you can see, I'm very pregnant and I would like to lay down,” came out of me before I could stop it, the sassy tone in my own voice making me freeze in sheer dread. To my very slight relief, Otto simply began to laugh loudly; genuine amusement in the sound.
Daring to look at him, I saw the strangely handsome male shake his head before his glittering eyes locked on me. “She's also pretty damn brave. Got quite a mouth on her, much more'n I'd expect from someone that b'longed t'ya,” he observed, before closing the distance and grabbing my face in his hand. This, of course, made Otis stiffen beside me but he made no move to stop what was going on. At this point, it was up to me to back up my stupid mouth.
“Get your fucking hands off me!” I spat with far more fury than I actually felt as I slapped away his surprisingly clean hand. Truly, on the inside all I wanted to do was crawl under the nearest bed and hide for the next century. Whatever was going on had far gone beyond what I could control and was more than just a little terrifying to think about.
For a few, heart stopping seconds, I thought the much taller killer was going to hit me; Otis or no Otis. His hand even clenched slightly as he took in a deep, ragged breath while his muscled body shuddered. Then he was letting out a laugh that chilled me to my very marrow, our eyes meeting as he seemed to mull over everything that had been said. “Alright, fine. Go on. Me an' Tissy have a lot to talk 'bout from th'sounds of it,” the 'cowboy' purred, a false sweetness clinging to his Texas twang.
“I don't take orders from you,” I hissed, clinging onto the tough persona while fighting against the extreme urge to vomit. It certainly didn't help when the developing fetus inside me rolled due to my distress, making foul bile rise to the back of my throat.
“Its okay Raven. Go on now. Jest take this with ya,” rasped a mid-tone in my ear just before the rough hilt of a knife pressed into the palm of my right hand.
Eyes widening slightly as my fingers gingerly explored the weapon, I found myself shocked to realize I was holding Otis' knife. A blade that was extremely distinct in its shape and was kept razor sharp. It was his baby, almost an extension of his own arm. For him to give it to me was no small gesture and I couldn't help but turn to face him with it laying in my palm like an offering. Not daring to ask him out loud, I let my eyes do the talking. Thankfully, he understood; giving a curt nod before motioning with his chin for me to leave. All of a sudden my heart clenched in my chest as I felt a sudden tidal wave of love for this unfeeling psychopath.
Still, I couldn't dare show that much affection to the wraith while his cousin was still in the room. So, standing on my tip toes, I gave the shelf of his chin a quick peck before walking out of the room; giving Otto a glare on my way by. I continued the slow pace until I was halfway up the stairs. That was when the newcomer's voice had floated up the stairs to my ear. “Dayum! She's a right spitfiah ain't she cous?” he whistled just before the sound of flesh hitting flesh came from the living room.
“Jest yew git her outta yer mind yew no good sonuvabitch! I seen thet look in yer eyes afore ya skunk!” roared the voice of my companion before the sounds of a tussle came from the room I had just left.
Deciding to just go to the bedroom and lay down, I simply ignored the ruckus and continued on my way; stopping when I saw Choptop standing on the top of the stairs. His filthy, tie dyed shirt hung off his bony shoulders and what was left of his blonde hair hung in his grizzled face as he sneered at me with browned teeth. My heart stopped in my chest as my mouth went dry, my body moving on its own accord. Still, he made no move to touch me as I mechanically walked past. He merely followed right on my tail, not making me feel much better. “I heard some of what was talked 'bout down thar. What th'fuck is happening t'me and what does it have t'do with you?” hissed his higher mid-tone, the slight rasp clinging to it making me shudder against my will.
“I don't know that any more than you do. If you want any of the story, you'd better get back to the head of the stairs,” came out of me, the strange mask I had put on in front of Otto still in place.
“I have a feelin' ya know more'n yer tellin' either of us, jest like Otto sed. I ain't gonna leave ya alone til I find out jest what it is,” came his irritated reply before the sound of footsteps retreating sounded in my ears.
Sighing, I made my way to the room I shared with the strange beast that had caused all of this. Opening the door, I slipped into the room before locking the door behind me; knowing full well that encounter wouldn't be the last time I heard from ol Choppy. Right now though, all I wanted to do was lay on the bed and try to figure out just what was happening. A sharp kick to the ribs reminded me of the child growing within me, drawing a quiet grunt from me as I waddled to the bed. “This just keeps getting better kiddo,” I sighed, resting my hands on my domed belly as I sat down.
“What the Hell is going on… Does all this really have to do with just the actor that played them? Does that mean all Bill Moseley's characters are having this happen or is it just in this universe? Is there more than one place like this even?” I sighed, getting no answer from the night air as the babe inside me rolled gently.
“I don't like this at all… What does it mean? More importantly, why am I reacting to him like he's Otis?!” I continued, laying back as tears of frustration prickled my eyes. Heaving a watery sigh, I rolled onto my side and stared at the wall, knowing very well I was unlikely to get any sure answers to this conundrum. The best I could do was try to get through it.
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