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This one's the long, loooong overdue birthday fic fooooorrrr...
~*aliensouldream!!*~
Yea, is this NOT fucking late or what?? Lol, oh babes, I'm glad to break my fic-slump for you! :D This is one I'd started a while back and never finished, but it felt... right for you. I dunno why, as it was inspired by this crazysauceness...
To each their own, but oh god, crack!fic galore. :D I hope you... like?
*KISS*
Title: Danya Virginia
Pairing: Casey, Zeke (not paired)
Rating: PG-13... MAYBE light R...?
Warning(s): Lol, feels silly to warn... but it IS freakin' weird. Nothing anyone here should be too shocked over. ;)
Disclaimer: Don't own!
Synopsis: Casey learns about one of Zeke's darkest sekrits.
“Zeke? Hello??” Casey called into the house. With Zeke's car in the drive and his finding the door unlocked after ringing the bell and pounding on the door for five minutes straight, he knew the miserable fuck was home. 'Just being an avoidant prick, as always,' he thought, scowling. Why the school had to choose HIM to help Zeke with make-up work from all his school-skipping, who knew. But it was to be done at home, and Casey had warned Zeke, “I'll be there, Saturday, eleven AM sharp. Don't take off on me, or I'm reporting your ass.”
“Ugh... Zeke! Where the hell ARE you??” Casey yelled his way through his search of the first floor. Kitchen, living room, dining room... all Zeke-less. Casey let out a frustrated-groan as he went to the stairs, intent on searching the second floor. The jackass was probably still passed-out in bed.
Bedroom, bathroom, second bedroom, study... again, nothing. 'The garage, either tooling around with an engine or making fuckin' drugs...' he thought more, but looked to the end of the hall and found another door. He went over, put his hand on the knob but stopped dead when he heard something... music. Listening harder, Casey only grew more confused; that wasn't thrash metal. Not even 'Hootie and the Blowfish' top-forty crap. If Casey was hearing right, someone in the Tyler household had put on 'The Farmer in the Dell', plinky-plonky and cheery, children's voices accompanying the synthesized tune... “The fuck?” Casey muttered aloud as he finally turned the knob.
The tune came through clearly now; Casey stared at the staircase, which had to lead up to an attic. It led to a large open space, which had a pink glow... pink? Zeke didn't do 'pink'. Casey began ascending, thoughts running wild... 'Oh my god. Don't tell me he's a DAD and no one knows...' He finally reached the last step and looked ahead.
It was as if he'd been turned to stone. He couldn't move, speak, breathe with what he was now witnessing. The walls around him were indeed pink, but had perfectly-painted rainbows and clouds, Pegasus-unicorns galloping over each one. And upon each back sat a doll... not just ANY old doll, but...
“Whee!”
Casey gasped and looked over to his right. The loft-styled attic was set in sections, open-rooms, and in one sat none other than Zeke Tyler, who was currently operating what looked to be a mini-carousel. Casey finally took another step in, slack-jawed and stunned. Four rainbow-colored horsies went in circles; each one carried a doll.
A Cabbage Patch doll. One boy, three girls.
“Whee! Lookit you, Renita Benita, you're having so much fun--”
“The FUCK are you DOING!?”
Casey's sudden voice-explosion made Zeke whirl around on his heels to face him. He looked like he always did--unkempt, unruly hair, black t-shirt, battered-looking jeans and boots. But never before had Casey seen a Cabbage Patch doll under his arm. “What...” Zeke said, but couldn't seem to go on.
“Yea, WHAT-as in... oh my god...” Casey stepped in even more to get a better look around. It was a total and complete fun-land, a museum of Cabbage-Patch worship in the third degree. Many shelves, little beds-oh holy fucking hell, was that a crib?-were holding the cherub-faced dolls, each one looking as if they'd just come out of their boxes. “Zeke... what...”
“I'm sorry you had to see this.”
Casey turned back to face Zeke with an incredulous frown, only to gasp in surprise at his being grabbed, turned and held tight with his back to Zeke's chest. “WHAT THE FU--” he went to holler, but was cut-off by a cloth carrying a sharp smell.
“Shh! Everyone quiet down, it's okay!” was the last thing Casey heard Zeke say before everything went gray and fuzzy; Casey could feel movement and hear muted sounds, but otherwise, the world felt like it was flying by without him. Until...
“Theeee wheels on the bus go round-and-round, round-and-round, round-and-round! The wheels on the...”
Casey moaned lightly at the sound of someone singing and playing guitar, bringing him out of his strange slumber. He smacked his lips and tried to open his eyes, but they felt lead-heavy. So did his head-and it was itchy. Sleep-numb and confused, Casey reached up to give it a scratch.
'Wuuuh...' he thought in feeling thick, coarse strands of-yarn? His heavy lids snapped open, painfully so, and he tried to force the blurriness away through massive amounts of blinking. Nothing but pink and white sank in for a while until more details came through; rainbows, portraits of clowns, cartoony forest animals, brightly-colored mobiles...
“Hey, everyone; your new sister's up!”
The way Casey's head jerked to the left made him regret the snapping motion, but the pain was superseded by the sight of Zeke in the middle of the floor, surrounded by at least ten Cabbage Patches in a circle. He held a guitar, pausing in his playing to look at Casey with a smile. “You must have been REALLY tired,” Zeke said.
“Wuh... tired?”
“You've been sleeping for at least five hours now.”
Tired... sleeping... memories flooded back, making Casey sit up in a shot. When he tried to move away from the wall and bookshelf he'd been slumped against, he was forced back into a sit. Looking to his wrist, he found it bound in expertly knotted ribbon, layer upon layer of it. The other end was tied to a thick bedpost. “What the FUCK is going--”
“There are NO curse-words spoken here.”
Casey's eyes widened, brow furrowed into a tight expression of 'what the fuck??' “No swearing? Are you kidding me, YOU are telling me not to swear??”
“There are children around, of course you--”
“CHILDREN? They're not-they're, you-swearing is the LEAST of issues here, why am I-oh my fucking god...” Casey spluttered as he looked down at himself. The outfit he wore was definitely NOT what he'd arrived in. The light blue 'Osh Kosh' style overall-shorts, white shirt with ruffled sleeves, cutesy girl socks with ruffled blue trim and baby-doll shoes made him start to hop lightly in his seat. “Zeke, what have you done??”
“I told you not to swear, Danya Virginia. Do it again and I'll have to put soap in your mouth,” Zeke said.
Danya what? Casey stilled entirely and stared at the absolutely-bonkers young man. “Zeke, my name's Casey. Casey Connor. Re... Remember?”
“That's not what your adoption certificate says.” Zeke made the weirdest smile Casey had ever seen as he stood and went to a pink filing cabinet coated in various stickers; more rainbows, unicorns, teddy bears... he opened one, rifled around a moment then 'ahh'ed. He brought out an official-looking paper and went over to Casey. “It just arrived a bit ago. See?”
Casey dropped his eyes to the page; the design was that of a Cabbage Patch Kids certificate, all right, logo and all. The text in the middle made him swallow. “Danya Virginia... that's... not my name.”
“Yes, it is,” Zeke replied in a voice that said 'don't fuck with me'.
“Okay. Zeke, I-I don't know WHAT this is about but look, I promise, I won't tell anyone what I saw here,” Casey said. “Really. I promise.”
“Of course you won't. No one here ever goes outside. They might catch a cold,” Zeke said. He stood up and went back to the cabinet, where he replaced the 'certificate' into its folder. He shut the drawer and went back to the circle of dolls. “We're having our afternoon circle-time. Sing with us.”
“Zeke, I--”
“And it's not 'Zeke', it's 'Daddy'. It's rude to call your daddy by his first name.”
“Uhh...” Casey uttered.
“Sing. With us.”
Casey's eyes refused to blink as he watched Zeke watch him with a wary, dark gaze while moving back to the circle. The doll-loving young man picked up the guitar again but didn't start strumming yet. He glanced around the circle of Cabbage Patches and smiled. “Everyone... say hello to your new sister, Danya.”
Shuddering, Casey looked around at every creepy little plasticized face. Even though the room stayed dead silent, Zeke nodded and said, “Very nice, boys and girls. I'm sure you've made Danya feel VERY welcome. Danya...” He turned back to Casey. “Be nice and say, 'Hello Renita, Bobby, Bonnie, Goldie, Nico, Leila, Bunny, Crispin, Callie, Farley, Deena, and Tammy-Lynn.'”
“He...” Casey cringed, but he had no choice. “Hello, Re... nee...”
“Renita,” Zeke corrected firmly. Casey swallowed with fear.
“R-Renita, Bobby... Bonnie, Goldie... Nicky--”
“Nico.”
“I JUST heard their names, for Chr-crying out loud...” Casey said. Zeke took a deep breath and nodded.
“Renita, Bobby, Bonnie, Goldie, Nico, Leila, Bunny, Crispin, Farley, Deena and Tammy-Lynn.”
It took five tries, but Casey eventually repeated them all correctly. It brought a big smile on Zeke's face when he was finished. Clapping with joy, he put his hands in their places on the guitar. “Okay! Let's get back to our sing-along! We left off with the wheels on the bus; let's do the wipers now. Ready?”
With the binding at Casey's wrist, he could use only one arm in the song's motions. It didn't seem to matter to Zeke, who was happy that Casey was participating. From the wiper's swish-swish-swish to the door's open-and-shut to the driver's “Move on back!” Casey did his best to follow the song. After that was a plethora of songs, every preschool tune played and sung with great gusto by Zeke. Casey's voice kept quaking whenever the older boy looked his way with that big, strange grin, but after a good hour of nothing but singing, Zeke gave a long round of applause and put the guitar down.
“Snack time!”
'Oh thank GOD,' Casey cried in his mind. His stomach was aching, making him realize how long it'd been since he'd eaten. Zeke stood and began arranging the dolls at the table on the other side of the room. After they were all put into their little chairs, he gave Casey a long look.
“Did you want to sit with your brothers and sisters?” he asked.
“Oh...” Casey brightened; this could be his chance to get away. “Y-Yea. 'Love to.”
“Ask nice; say, 'Daddy, may I sit with the others for snack?'”
“Uh-I, um... Daddy, can I sit with the others for snack?”
“MAY I.”
“MAY I sit with the o-others for snack??”
Zeke made a quick, lone nod then wandered over. He put his hands to the tied wrist but paused to look Casey deep into his eyes. “Now you have to promise not to run away. If you do, you'll be put into time-out,” he said. “Maybe even a spanking.”
This only got weirder and weirder. Casey's brow furrowed before eventually replying, “Y-Yea, okay.”
“Promise?”
“Promise.”
“Okay...” Zeke said. He made his untying the knots slow and gentle over Casey's sore, tingly hand and wrist. Casey flicked his eyes to the door then to Zeke a few times. His ankles tightened, readying to run, but the second his arm was freed, Zeke leaned in and placed a sweet kiss on his forehead. It stilled Casey; his skin tingled and went warm, eyes as wide as dinner plates when Zeke moved back onto his heels.
“Good girl,” he said as he gave Casey's cheek a soft brush with his hand. He next helped Casey to his feet. “Come and sit down.”
Feeling zombified, Casey could only nod and shuffle over to the table. He slipped awkwardly into the seat between Nico and Tammy-Lynn, where a small saucer and teacup waited for him. His stomach roared now, ready to be filled with whatever Zeke was going to serve. The young man was at the other side of the room where a play kitchen was, his back to the group; he soon stood, carrying a large platter and teapot. “Okay, everyone ready?”
Casey made an emphatic nod, lips growing wet. Zeke beamed, went over and put the platter in the middle of the table. What Casey saw made his insides lurch.
“What... the...”
“Okay... Bobby, here's your favorite; chicken!” Zeke said as he took the doll's plate and put a piece of chicken... PLAY chicken... upon it. He then dug into the pile of fake fucking food and produced plastic celery. “And for Renita... Nico...”
Casey shook his head slowly, watching this farce play out. His 'turn' arrived, with Zeke giving him an inquiring stare. “Danya? What do you want; pizza or sardines?” he asked, holding up the two options.
“That's... that's not real food,” Casey muttered.
“Yes it is.”
“No. No, it isn't.”
“Yes. It. IS.”
“Zeke, I'm fucking HUNGRY, please-”
No sooner had he spoken the words, Zeke was on his feet and rounding the table to get to him. “I SAID, no swearing! How dare you talk to Daddy like that!”
“You're not my DADDY, for Christ's--” Casey went to yell, but he made a loud yelp as he was grabbed under his arms and lifted up in one strong pull. “Zeke, for-let GO of me!”
“For that, you get a spanking!”
“WHAT?? Cut it OUT, lemmee...” Casey didn't get the chance to say anything more as he was thrown upon Zeke's lap and... “OW!” he cried at the first hard smack upon his backside.
“Casey... CASEY!!”
Another voice came through, Casey wondering who it was; not the dolls, surely... hope-fucking-fully NOT the dolls, dear god... when he turned to look around, everything began fading into darkness, then light streamed into his eyes. Things were fuzzy and out-of-focus, but after a moment or two, he was treated to the wonderful, glorious sight of his mother, hovering over him wearing her favorite plush-pink robe, hair in curlers and all. “M-Mom?”
“Are you all right??” she asked. She looked panicked as she put a hand to his shoulder.
“Am... am I, what's...” Casey moved up onto his elbows in jerks and gazed at his surroundings. His room... computer... desk, bookshelves, posters...
“I could hear you screaming all the way downstairs! I was scared to death, you sounded like you were being attacked,” Mrs. Connor said. “What kind of nightmare was going ON in your poor head??”
Casey flopped back onto the bed and took a few gulps of air. His throat did indeed feel sore as he swallowed then said, “It involved Cabbage Patch Kids...”
“Ooh.” Mrs. Connor winced heavily. “Yea, that's a nightmare, all right.”
“Hah...” Casey chuckled, relief finding him. “Yeeea, 'sure was.”
“Well, you're safe now. Promise, there are NONE of those dolls in this house, 'k?” Mrs. Connor said, her smile motherly and bright. “Just a hot breakfast waiting for you downstairs.”
Hot breakfast... that meant it was Saturday, when he and his mother got to sleep in instead of rushing around and throwing cold cereal into their guts before speeding off to work and school. Casey loved his father, but enjoyed some 'personal time' with Mom. “Awesome. I'll be down in a sec,” he said. He pulled the blankets off of himself and got to a stand, making a long, languid stretch. Mrs. Connor smiled and went to the door.
“Okay... but remember, you gotta be quick about it. You have to go do that tutoring at... eleven, right?”
“Huh?”
“You told me yesterday... your 'Weekend Tutor' program gave you a job today, right?”
Casey went still, staring at the woman. “Oh. Right...” he muttered.
“Mmm, still some time for cartoons, though. I'll wait for you in the living room,” Mrs. Connor said before padding out of the room and down the stairs. All Casey could do for a handful of minutes was stare at the door, dismayed and wondering just WHAT was in store for him today at the Tyler residence.
'One HINT that fucker plays with dolls and I'm outta there...' he thought while trudging off to the bathroom for his morning piss.
~*~
Author's Note the Second: 'Danya Virginia', 'Renita Benita' = 8-10 year-old honeyandvinegar's Cabbage Patch Kid's names. LOLZ.
~*aliensouldream!!*~
Yea, is this NOT fucking late or what?? Lol, oh babes, I'm glad to break my fic-slump for you! :D This is one I'd started a while back and never finished, but it felt... right for you. I dunno why, as it was inspired by this crazysauceness...
Click to viewTo each their own, but oh god, crack!fic galore. :D I hope you... like?
*KISS*
Title: Danya Virginia
Pairing: Casey, Zeke (not paired)
Rating: PG-13... MAYBE light R...?
Warning(s): Lol, feels silly to warn... but it IS freakin' weird. Nothing anyone here should be too shocked over. ;)
Disclaimer: Don't own!
Synopsis: Casey learns about one of Zeke's darkest sekrits.
“Zeke? Hello??” Casey called into the house. With Zeke's car in the drive and his finding the door unlocked after ringing the bell and pounding on the door for five minutes straight, he knew the miserable fuck was home. 'Just being an avoidant prick, as always,' he thought, scowling. Why the school had to choose HIM to help Zeke with make-up work from all his school-skipping, who knew. But it was to be done at home, and Casey had warned Zeke, “I'll be there, Saturday, eleven AM sharp. Don't take off on me, or I'm reporting your ass.”
“Ugh... Zeke! Where the hell ARE you??” Casey yelled his way through his search of the first floor. Kitchen, living room, dining room... all Zeke-less. Casey let out a frustrated-groan as he went to the stairs, intent on searching the second floor. The jackass was probably still passed-out in bed.
Bedroom, bathroom, second bedroom, study... again, nothing. 'The garage, either tooling around with an engine or making fuckin' drugs...' he thought more, but looked to the end of the hall and found another door. He went over, put his hand on the knob but stopped dead when he heard something... music. Listening harder, Casey only grew more confused; that wasn't thrash metal. Not even 'Hootie and the Blowfish' top-forty crap. If Casey was hearing right, someone in the Tyler household had put on 'The Farmer in the Dell', plinky-plonky and cheery, children's voices accompanying the synthesized tune... “The fuck?” Casey muttered aloud as he finally turned the knob.
The tune came through clearly now; Casey stared at the staircase, which had to lead up to an attic. It led to a large open space, which had a pink glow... pink? Zeke didn't do 'pink'. Casey began ascending, thoughts running wild... 'Oh my god. Don't tell me he's a DAD and no one knows...' He finally reached the last step and looked ahead.
It was as if he'd been turned to stone. He couldn't move, speak, breathe with what he was now witnessing. The walls around him were indeed pink, but had perfectly-painted rainbows and clouds, Pegasus-unicorns galloping over each one. And upon each back sat a doll... not just ANY old doll, but...
“Whee!”
Casey gasped and looked over to his right. The loft-styled attic was set in sections, open-rooms, and in one sat none other than Zeke Tyler, who was currently operating what looked to be a mini-carousel. Casey finally took another step in, slack-jawed and stunned. Four rainbow-colored horsies went in circles; each one carried a doll.
A Cabbage Patch doll. One boy, three girls.
“Whee! Lookit you, Renita Benita, you're having so much fun--”
“The FUCK are you DOING!?”
Casey's sudden voice-explosion made Zeke whirl around on his heels to face him. He looked like he always did--unkempt, unruly hair, black t-shirt, battered-looking jeans and boots. But never before had Casey seen a Cabbage Patch doll under his arm. “What...” Zeke said, but couldn't seem to go on.
“Yea, WHAT-as in... oh my god...” Casey stepped in even more to get a better look around. It was a total and complete fun-land, a museum of Cabbage-Patch worship in the third degree. Many shelves, little beds-oh holy fucking hell, was that a crib?-were holding the cherub-faced dolls, each one looking as if they'd just come out of their boxes. “Zeke... what...”
“I'm sorry you had to see this.”
Casey turned back to face Zeke with an incredulous frown, only to gasp in surprise at his being grabbed, turned and held tight with his back to Zeke's chest. “WHAT THE FU--” he went to holler, but was cut-off by a cloth carrying a sharp smell.
“Shh! Everyone quiet down, it's okay!” was the last thing Casey heard Zeke say before everything went gray and fuzzy; Casey could feel movement and hear muted sounds, but otherwise, the world felt like it was flying by without him. Until...
“Theeee wheels on the bus go round-and-round, round-and-round, round-and-round! The wheels on the...”
Casey moaned lightly at the sound of someone singing and playing guitar, bringing him out of his strange slumber. He smacked his lips and tried to open his eyes, but they felt lead-heavy. So did his head-and it was itchy. Sleep-numb and confused, Casey reached up to give it a scratch.
'Wuuuh...' he thought in feeling thick, coarse strands of-yarn? His heavy lids snapped open, painfully so, and he tried to force the blurriness away through massive amounts of blinking. Nothing but pink and white sank in for a while until more details came through; rainbows, portraits of clowns, cartoony forest animals, brightly-colored mobiles...
“Hey, everyone; your new sister's up!”
The way Casey's head jerked to the left made him regret the snapping motion, but the pain was superseded by the sight of Zeke in the middle of the floor, surrounded by at least ten Cabbage Patches in a circle. He held a guitar, pausing in his playing to look at Casey with a smile. “You must have been REALLY tired,” Zeke said.
“Wuh... tired?”
“You've been sleeping for at least five hours now.”
Tired... sleeping... memories flooded back, making Casey sit up in a shot. When he tried to move away from the wall and bookshelf he'd been slumped against, he was forced back into a sit. Looking to his wrist, he found it bound in expertly knotted ribbon, layer upon layer of it. The other end was tied to a thick bedpost. “What the FUCK is going--”
“There are NO curse-words spoken here.”
Casey's eyes widened, brow furrowed into a tight expression of 'what the fuck??' “No swearing? Are you kidding me, YOU are telling me not to swear??”
“There are children around, of course you--”
“CHILDREN? They're not-they're, you-swearing is the LEAST of issues here, why am I-oh my fucking god...” Casey spluttered as he looked down at himself. The outfit he wore was definitely NOT what he'd arrived in. The light blue 'Osh Kosh' style overall-shorts, white shirt with ruffled sleeves, cutesy girl socks with ruffled blue trim and baby-doll shoes made him start to hop lightly in his seat. “Zeke, what have you done??”
“I told you not to swear, Danya Virginia. Do it again and I'll have to put soap in your mouth,” Zeke said.
Danya what? Casey stilled entirely and stared at the absolutely-bonkers young man. “Zeke, my name's Casey. Casey Connor. Re... Remember?”
“That's not what your adoption certificate says.” Zeke made the weirdest smile Casey had ever seen as he stood and went to a pink filing cabinet coated in various stickers; more rainbows, unicorns, teddy bears... he opened one, rifled around a moment then 'ahh'ed. He brought out an official-looking paper and went over to Casey. “It just arrived a bit ago. See?”
Casey dropped his eyes to the page; the design was that of a Cabbage Patch Kids certificate, all right, logo and all. The text in the middle made him swallow. “Danya Virginia... that's... not my name.”
“Yes, it is,” Zeke replied in a voice that said 'don't fuck with me'.
“Okay. Zeke, I-I don't know WHAT this is about but look, I promise, I won't tell anyone what I saw here,” Casey said. “Really. I promise.”
“Of course you won't. No one here ever goes outside. They might catch a cold,” Zeke said. He stood up and went back to the cabinet, where he replaced the 'certificate' into its folder. He shut the drawer and went back to the circle of dolls. “We're having our afternoon circle-time. Sing with us.”
“Zeke, I--”
“And it's not 'Zeke', it's 'Daddy'. It's rude to call your daddy by his first name.”
“Uhh...” Casey uttered.
“Sing. With us.”
Casey's eyes refused to blink as he watched Zeke watch him with a wary, dark gaze while moving back to the circle. The doll-loving young man picked up the guitar again but didn't start strumming yet. He glanced around the circle of Cabbage Patches and smiled. “Everyone... say hello to your new sister, Danya.”
Shuddering, Casey looked around at every creepy little plasticized face. Even though the room stayed dead silent, Zeke nodded and said, “Very nice, boys and girls. I'm sure you've made Danya feel VERY welcome. Danya...” He turned back to Casey. “Be nice and say, 'Hello Renita, Bobby, Bonnie, Goldie, Nico, Leila, Bunny, Crispin, Callie, Farley, Deena, and Tammy-Lynn.'”
“He...” Casey cringed, but he had no choice. “Hello, Re... nee...”
“Renita,” Zeke corrected firmly. Casey swallowed with fear.
“R-Renita, Bobby... Bonnie, Goldie... Nicky--”
“Nico.”
“I JUST heard their names, for Chr-crying out loud...” Casey said. Zeke took a deep breath and nodded.
“Renita, Bobby, Bonnie, Goldie, Nico, Leila, Bunny, Crispin, Farley, Deena and Tammy-Lynn.”
It took five tries, but Casey eventually repeated them all correctly. It brought a big smile on Zeke's face when he was finished. Clapping with joy, he put his hands in their places on the guitar. “Okay! Let's get back to our sing-along! We left off with the wheels on the bus; let's do the wipers now. Ready?”
With the binding at Casey's wrist, he could use only one arm in the song's motions. It didn't seem to matter to Zeke, who was happy that Casey was participating. From the wiper's swish-swish-swish to the door's open-and-shut to the driver's “Move on back!” Casey did his best to follow the song. After that was a plethora of songs, every preschool tune played and sung with great gusto by Zeke. Casey's voice kept quaking whenever the older boy looked his way with that big, strange grin, but after a good hour of nothing but singing, Zeke gave a long round of applause and put the guitar down.
“Snack time!”
'Oh thank GOD,' Casey cried in his mind. His stomach was aching, making him realize how long it'd been since he'd eaten. Zeke stood and began arranging the dolls at the table on the other side of the room. After they were all put into their little chairs, he gave Casey a long look.
“Did you want to sit with your brothers and sisters?” he asked.
“Oh...” Casey brightened; this could be his chance to get away. “Y-Yea. 'Love to.”
“Ask nice; say, 'Daddy, may I sit with the others for snack?'”
“Uh-I, um... Daddy, can I sit with the others for snack?”
“MAY I.”
“MAY I sit with the o-others for snack??”
Zeke made a quick, lone nod then wandered over. He put his hands to the tied wrist but paused to look Casey deep into his eyes. “Now you have to promise not to run away. If you do, you'll be put into time-out,” he said. “Maybe even a spanking.”
This only got weirder and weirder. Casey's brow furrowed before eventually replying, “Y-Yea, okay.”
“Promise?”
“Promise.”
“Okay...” Zeke said. He made his untying the knots slow and gentle over Casey's sore, tingly hand and wrist. Casey flicked his eyes to the door then to Zeke a few times. His ankles tightened, readying to run, but the second his arm was freed, Zeke leaned in and placed a sweet kiss on his forehead. It stilled Casey; his skin tingled and went warm, eyes as wide as dinner plates when Zeke moved back onto his heels.
“Good girl,” he said as he gave Casey's cheek a soft brush with his hand. He next helped Casey to his feet. “Come and sit down.”
Feeling zombified, Casey could only nod and shuffle over to the table. He slipped awkwardly into the seat between Nico and Tammy-Lynn, where a small saucer and teacup waited for him. His stomach roared now, ready to be filled with whatever Zeke was going to serve. The young man was at the other side of the room where a play kitchen was, his back to the group; he soon stood, carrying a large platter and teapot. “Okay, everyone ready?”
Casey made an emphatic nod, lips growing wet. Zeke beamed, went over and put the platter in the middle of the table. What Casey saw made his insides lurch.
“What... the...”
“Okay... Bobby, here's your favorite; chicken!” Zeke said as he took the doll's plate and put a piece of chicken... PLAY chicken... upon it. He then dug into the pile of fake fucking food and produced plastic celery. “And for Renita... Nico...”
Casey shook his head slowly, watching this farce play out. His 'turn' arrived, with Zeke giving him an inquiring stare. “Danya? What do you want; pizza or sardines?” he asked, holding up the two options.
“That's... that's not real food,” Casey muttered.
“Yes it is.”
“No. No, it isn't.”
“Yes. It. IS.”
“Zeke, I'm fucking HUNGRY, please-”
No sooner had he spoken the words, Zeke was on his feet and rounding the table to get to him. “I SAID, no swearing! How dare you talk to Daddy like that!”
“You're not my DADDY, for Christ's--” Casey went to yell, but he made a loud yelp as he was grabbed under his arms and lifted up in one strong pull. “Zeke, for-let GO of me!”
“For that, you get a spanking!”
“WHAT?? Cut it OUT, lemmee...” Casey didn't get the chance to say anything more as he was thrown upon Zeke's lap and... “OW!” he cried at the first hard smack upon his backside.
“Casey... CASEY!!”
Another voice came through, Casey wondering who it was; not the dolls, surely... hope-fucking-fully NOT the dolls, dear god... when he turned to look around, everything began fading into darkness, then light streamed into his eyes. Things were fuzzy and out-of-focus, but after a moment or two, he was treated to the wonderful, glorious sight of his mother, hovering over him wearing her favorite plush-pink robe, hair in curlers and all. “M-Mom?”
“Are you all right??” she asked. She looked panicked as she put a hand to his shoulder.
“Am... am I, what's...” Casey moved up onto his elbows in jerks and gazed at his surroundings. His room... computer... desk, bookshelves, posters...
“I could hear you screaming all the way downstairs! I was scared to death, you sounded like you were being attacked,” Mrs. Connor said. “What kind of nightmare was going ON in your poor head??”
Casey flopped back onto the bed and took a few gulps of air. His throat did indeed feel sore as he swallowed then said, “It involved Cabbage Patch Kids...”
“Ooh.” Mrs. Connor winced heavily. “Yea, that's a nightmare, all right.”
“Hah...” Casey chuckled, relief finding him. “Yeeea, 'sure was.”
“Well, you're safe now. Promise, there are NONE of those dolls in this house, 'k?” Mrs. Connor said, her smile motherly and bright. “Just a hot breakfast waiting for you downstairs.”
Hot breakfast... that meant it was Saturday, when he and his mother got to sleep in instead of rushing around and throwing cold cereal into their guts before speeding off to work and school. Casey loved his father, but enjoyed some 'personal time' with Mom. “Awesome. I'll be down in a sec,” he said. He pulled the blankets off of himself and got to a stand, making a long, languid stretch. Mrs. Connor smiled and went to the door.
“Okay... but remember, you gotta be quick about it. You have to go do that tutoring at... eleven, right?”
“Huh?”
“You told me yesterday... your 'Weekend Tutor' program gave you a job today, right?”
Casey went still, staring at the woman. “Oh. Right...” he muttered.
“Mmm, still some time for cartoons, though. I'll wait for you in the living room,” Mrs. Connor said before padding out of the room and down the stairs. All Casey could do for a handful of minutes was stare at the door, dismayed and wondering just WHAT was in store for him today at the Tyler residence.
'One HINT that fucker plays with dolls and I'm outta there...' he thought while trudging off to the bathroom for his morning piss.
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Author's Note the Second: 'Danya Virginia', 'Renita Benita' = 8-10 year-old honeyandvinegar's Cabbage Patch Kid's names. LOLZ.