LoyaltyThe White Legacy:Generation Nine, Chapter Two

Aranea: “HA! Gotcha! You’re worse at this game than Aunt Callie!”

Sagitta: “Hey, what’s that behind you?”

Aranea: “Uh, right. Because I’m really going to fall for that.”

Sagitta: “No. Seriously. Is Spar’s house on fire?”

Phoenix: “Dad!?”

Spar: “Phoenix! Where’s your mother? Your sisters!?”

Phoenix: “The bedroom!” *cough* “What are you doing home from work already!?”

Spar: “Get to safety, Fee!”

Phoenix: “Dad, NO! MOM!!”

Sagitta: “It’s jumping over here!!”

Aranea: “You get to safety! I’ll get everyone out of the house!!”

*scream*

Zircon: “Come on!! DOWN HERE!! HURRY!!”

Neffy: “We’re hurrying, we’re hurrying! Keep your” *cough* “pants on!”

Neffy: “Phew! Made it!”

Zircon: “Alright, come on! Angie, Leo! Hurry up!!”

Andi: “JONATHAN!? GIRLS!? ANSWER ME!!”

Arie: “NO!! The door is blocked!? It can’t be blocked!!” *cough* “This is just some sort of sick joke! COME ON!! It can’t end now!!”

Kevin: “Hey Arie, can I ask you something?”

Arie: “Not now, Kevin! I’m busy!!”

Kevin: “Well, see, seeing as how it doesn’t look like we’re going to make it out of this alive, and all…”

Kevin: “I’ve been carrying this ring around in my pocket for about four generations, and it would be a shame not to use it after all this time. Marry me?”

Arie: “You realize you have no sense of timing, right? Not ever, even since you were trying to convince me to date you.”

Kevin: “…so is that a no?”

Arie: “Of course I’ll marry you, you dummy! Maybe the Grim Reaper performs ceremonies at the Luau?”

Arie: “…”

Kevin: “…”

Arie: “GO!!”

Kevin: “Ooh, HOT!!”

Jessie: “It’s all on FIRE!!”

Mia: “It’s spreading all over the entire neighborhood! Except for Dane’s apartment—no, actually, there it goes.”

Sam: “We have to do something!!”

Rosie: “Can’t. We’re locked in. Also no one else can get in at us.”

Ani-Mei: “How can you sit there and read at a time like this!? Peachtree Valley is BURNING!! People are DYING!! WE’RE going to die!!”

Rosie: “We’re not going to die. Look around you. The simself compound is made out of concrete and cinder blocks, for Pete's sake. The place can’t burn down. You know what’s not made out of non-flammable materials? Our houses, Ani-Mei.”

Rosie: “We might lose those trees, though.”

Chantelle: “How’s it going here, Patricia?”

Patricia: “I’ve almost got it under control.”

Chantelle: “And the residents?”

Calcite: “But this is… n-no! NOT HERE!!”

Chantelle: “CALCITE!! Come back!! It’s not under control yet!!”

Baltic: “No no no no! Come on! I survive this long, and now this!?”

Baltic: “Heck with it! I’d rather fall five stories than slowly burn to death!”

Baltic: “WHOA!!”

Hattie: “Well, come on, then. Off we go.”

Baltic: “Seraphine!?”

Seraphine: “Thanks, Hattie. Finally.”

Hattie: “My pleasure. Reluctantly. Now if you’ll excuse us, we have some Castle o’ Doom keys to find in there before the mansion burns to a crisp.”

Seraphine: “WOULD IT KILL YOU TO DO SOMETHING WITHOUT ULTERIOR MOTIVES!?”

Baltic: “What is going on!?”

Baltic: “…”

Seraphine: “…”

Seraphine: “Well, that was unexpected.”

Baltic: “Sorry. I’ve kind of been waiting for forever to do that.”

Baltic: “So, what do we do now? We’re out! It’s over! Arc and Merry are gone, I’m out of the tower, we’re free! Hey, want to go out to eat? Food sounds really good.”

Seraphine: “Actually… sorry, it’s not quite over yet.”

Baltic: “How’s that?”

Seraphine: “You have a legacy to protect, and I still have some work to do with Hattie and her witches.”

Baltic: “What, the legacy’s not over yet?”

Seraphine: “’Fraid not. Go on, get out of here. I’m sure they’ll be more than happy to offer you some space at legacy estate.”

Seraphine: “What’s that face for?”

Baltic: “Well, I was kind of hoping we’d have some time together, you know… since being apart for how long…”

Seraphine: “Oh, get going, you pussy. I’ll be right behind you.”

Baltic: “Alright, alright, I’m going.”

Seraphine: “Haha, hurry up. That fire is looking like it’s getting awfully close.”

Bay: “Come on in. There’s plenty of room. Just don’t go into the games room. There’s sort of a huge alien party going on in there.”

Lara: “Who have we heard from?”

Arie: “Kevin and I are alright, of course, and so are Zircon and Neffy, though Zircon’s lost his wife and son. Andi lost her whole family. Gizmo and Lawrence and their daughter Sagitta all got out, though they lost their three other daughters. Andi’s the only survivor from her family. Everyone else is still unaccounted for. I think everyone who made it here are all planning on leaving town tomorrow morning, though.”

Neffy: “Except me.”

Arie: “Neffy?”

Neffy: “This is the last straw. I was willing to get past his meddling once, but I will not forgive him for hurting my family AGAIN! If you guys are going to fight Arc, I’m staying right here!”

Bay: “Our plan isn’t to fight him. Not unless he shows up.”

Neffy: “Then I am camping out exactly where he’s most likely to come!”

Neffy: “Hmph!”

Spar: “Um, hi there. I was wondering…?”

Bay: “Of course you can stay the night. Stick around as long as you want, in fact. Is it just you and Phoenix?”

Phoenix: “Oh, Dad…”

June: “Hey hey hey. No tears. Come on, let’s get some smoothies in the kitchen. I hate crying. Crying’s for wusses. A smoothie will make you feel better. Come on.”

Arie: “Baltic!?”

Arie: “BALTIC!! I can’t believe it! You got out! How long has it been, you rascal?”

Baltic: “Hahaha, almost five generations, I think!”

Bay: “You seem awfully happy for just having escaped a blazing inferno of fire and death.”

Baltic: “It’s nothing!”

Alexandra: “I don’t like you two being out here at night. Especially you, June.”

June: “We’ll be fine.” *waves hands* “So, Bay, what exactly are we doing out in the graveyard at night? Besides being vampire bait, I mean.”

Bay: “I don’t know. I just needed to think.”

June: “In a graveyard filled with the corpses of your ancestors?”

Bay: “It’s not that bad. It’s peaceful.”

June: “Whatever you say. I think it’s creepy.”

Bay: “So many people died today…”

June: “Oh, no. You’re not seriously going to guilt trip yourself, are you?”

Bay: “No… it’s just, the evil witch order set fire to Peachtree Valley, right? So… why didn’t they try to attack us?”

June: “You’re seriously complaining that they didn’t try burning your house to a crisp?”

Alexandra: “Think about it, Bay. Even if they were to get rid of you, the spares would still be a risk. Any one of them could be activated and carry on the legacy. They needed to make sure that wasn’t an issue. Chances are, they have something bigger planned for you and June.”

Bay: “Great...”

Alexandra: “Besides, even if they were planning to hit legacy estate, they would’ve figured out quickly than Chantelle and Callie were here and would’ve been available to help put out the fire or even fight them, and then you would’ve been on the alert for the same thing happening elsewhere. It isn’t terribly sound battle strategy to tell your enemies exactly what you’re going to do before you do it.”

June: “Hey, you okay? You’re looking kind of pale.”

June: “Bay!?”

Bay: “…”

Dez: “…”

Bay: “Um… who are you?”

Dez: “…”

Bay: “Okay… where are we?”

Dez: “…”

Sun: “Hey, Dez-man! You totally, finally got him, man!”

Bay: “Grandpa Sun!? Where did you come from!?”

Sun: “HEY EVERYBODY! LIKE, COME ON! WE CAUGHT `IM!”

Bay: “I am so confused…”

Snow: “—just saying, I don’t understand why I have to wear this stupid neck ribbon for the rest of eternity.”

Toro: “It’s not quite the rest of eternity, Mom. Whenever you’re haunting, you’re wearing the necklace you got from Takemizu Village.”

Snow: “Yes, but I’m also old when I’m haunting. It’s an entirely different thing. I’ll bet this is because of the Author. She—”

Rose: “Um… I don’t want to interrupt… but…”

Rhea: “Hi, Bay!!”

Bay: “Hi… um… Mom!?”

Rhea: “That’s right! Ooh, I haven’t seen you since you were a baby! You grew up so handsome!”

Rhea: “Alright, Dez, outta my chair.”

Dez: “…” *sad face*

Bay: “So, uh… Mom. Who was that?”

Rhea: “Oh, don’t mind him. That was just Dez. Your great-great-great-great-grandfather.”

Bay: “My what!?”

Rhea: “All of these people here are your ancestors, Bay—the heirs that have come before you. And also a couple of their spouses. Shane’s not here. It’s too bad, I wanted you to meet your father, too. Oh, well. We don’t have much time here, so to business!”

Bay: “Um, just one question… where are we? And how did we get here? I’m not dead, am I? The vampires didn’t sneak in and eat us after all, did they!? Where’s June!?”

Rhea: “No, no, you’re not dead. Hold your horses. This is the Astral Realm.”

Bay: “The what?”

Rhea: “The Astral Realm. It’s, um… sort of between the Luau and the realm of the living, I guess, so we can both meet and talk together, under the right circumstances. Um… I don’t know, I guess it changes its look based on the people in it, too. Dez would be able to explain it better, but he doesn’t really talk. I don’t know much about this magic… stuff. I guess he dueled Merry once in here, a really long time ago. Not sure.”

Bay: “So if it changes to reflect the people in it, why all the white?”

Rhea: “We’re the White family, aren’t we?”

Rhea: “So here’s the deal, Bay. We’ve been trying to contact either you or Saffron for ages, but we’ve never been able to catch you near the graveyard, and Saffron isn’t psychic enough to come here without magical help—which we didn’t have. Anyway. We’ve got some vital information to pass on.”

Bay: “Really!? Is it going to help me protect June!? And help finish the legacy!?”

Rhea: “I sure hope so!”

Ella: “You might have noticed, Bay, that there’s a lot of different life states in this room.”

Rhea: “Aw, I was gonna explain it…”

Ella: “You’ve inherited a lot of different kinds of magic in your blood. In fact, every single race that can normally have children has had a hand in bringing you into being. That amounts to a heck of a lot of power.”

Bay: “So I can use that power to fight Arc and the vampires and the witches!? AWESOME! How do I do it!?”

Peter: “Sorry, sport. It doesn’t w-w-work that w-way.”

Ella: “You don’t actually have any powers yourself. The blood is too diluted, and besides, inheriting life states has never worked like that anyway.”

Bay: “Oh…”

Rhea: “Hey, cheer up! You’ve still got something!”

Bay: “Oh, yeah?”

Rhea: “Yeah! You can… channel us through your body… through some kind of magic shizzle-whizzle. …Ella, help?”

Ella: “Basically, Bay, because you have enough life states of sufficient power in your bloodline, you’re sensitive to us, and have great potential for power yourself. That means that you can call on anyone who you’re a direct descendant of, and we can essentially possess your body and do what we can do individually .”

Bay: “That sounds… slightly disturbing. So I essentially channel your spirit and use your power?”

Ella: “Right. You and Clary can both do it because of the accumulation of life states. …and actually, there is one other in the family tree who can do it with their specific ancestors too, but… better to not let them realize it .”

Bay: “Okay… I think I get it.”

Rhea: “I sure hope so, because our time is up.”

Rhea: “I love you, Bay. Good luck, baby boy. Tell Lara thanks for me.”

Bay: “…”

Bay: “Alright, what’s going on? I’m supposed to be back at home now, aren’t I? Has something gone wrong? Am I trapped here?”

Saffron: “Guess who?”

Bay: “ARGH!!”

Saffron: “I’ve only got a few seconds, so… good luck, baby brother. You got this in the bag.”

Bay: “Which bag? The garbage bag?”

Saffron: “Ha ha. Very funny. Love you, Bay.”

Matthew: “WHAT HAPPENED!?”

Alexandra: “I DON’T KNOW!! One minute he was sitting on a bench and the next, he was on the ground!!”

June: “Come on, Bay… don’t do this to me… wake up… please…”

Bay: “Love you too, Saffron.”

June: “Saffron!? Geez, what am I, chopped liver!?”

Bay: “June!? Um… sorry?”

June: “Hmph! Don’t you DARE do that to me again, Bay White! Pass out and look dead, I mean, not mix me up with your sister. But don’t do that, either.”

Pop! You know, June, I heard a rumor recently that when there’s two rings like that, you’re carrying twins.

June: “I better not be. I haven’t eaten any cheesecake; I do NOT want twins.”

You know, I was thinking the babies should be named after weather or seasons. What do you think?

June: “Fine. But that’s ‘baby,’ singular. Not ‘babies,’ plural. Absolutely not.”

June: “Hey! HEY!! TURN THIS MUSIC OFF AND GO TO BED!! SOME OF US ARE TRYING TO SLEEP!! Like ME!!”

Matthew: “Alright, troops. This is the plan.”

Arie: “Troops? Who do you think you’re talking to? You’ve got the heir to this whole mess, and me.”

Matthew: “Alright, then. This is the plan, co-generals.”

Arie: “Better.”

Clary: “I sure hope you have a plan. June is due tomorrow night, which means if they are going to do anything, it’s going to be today.”

Matthew: “Shut up and let me talk, will you? Gah, I miss Jessica. She was so much better at this kind of thing.”

Matthew: “This is how I see it. We’ve got a small army of life state factions hanging around this place, and we better use them.”

Matthew: “The good witches are great. They’ve set up some kind of magic thingamajig around the house.”

Arie: “An anti-evil charm, you mean. Dez put one up that ended when he died, way back when. Kept all the evil witches, including Merry, off the property for a full generation.”

Matthew: “Yeah, well, this one isn’t going to be as strong. The witches said the closest witch family member they had to help was Callie, and she hasn’t lived here in forever, so the charm’ll be easy to break. Or something like that. But at least it’ll give us some time.”

Bay: “In the meantime, they’ve been stewing reagents and setting up minor traps around the house, just in case they break through. Or so Chantelle said.”

Matthew: “Right. I think they’re going to be our biggest asset here. We have until nightfall to get ready; they won’t attack until then.”

Bay: “Why not?”

Matthew: “The vampires. It makes no sense that they would attack without their full power. They’ll be cutting it close as far as the end of the legacy is concerned, but they’ll be far more dangerous. Those vampires are deadly.”

Arie: “Chantelle also said that given the chance, she’s going to try to go outside and cast a sunlight spell, which will get rid of the vampires for us for at least a few weeks. But we’re going to have to count on the vampires guessing we’ll be trying that, since we’ve done it before and all, and making it very hard for a good witch to step outside long enough to cast it. Besides, Chantelle’s the only one powerful enough in her order to pull that spell off right now.”

Matthew: “Which is really too bad. If she can pull it off, though, that’ll almost guarantee us the win here. We’ll still need to worry about the witches, of course, but that’ll effectively cut their forces in half.”

Bay: “What about the plantsims? They’ve always helped out.”

Arie: “Helped out how? By being annoying?”

Matthew: “They’re in that greenhouse reading Portents, whatever those are. At least we’ll have them outside to help combat the vampires when they show up. I figure they’ll probably head onto the grounds the instant the anti-evil charm is down. Maybe even before. It’ll be good to have the plantsims ready to fight them, since they have some kind of natural resistance whatnot to vampiric powers. I just wish they were doing something more proactive to prepare than trying to predict the future.”

Matthew: “Speaking of vampires, none of them have an invite to the inside of the estate, do they?”

Arie: “I don’t… oh. Wait. William. He’s got one, the jerk, and used it to kidnap Gizmo. He’ll be able to go right inside.”

Matthew: “Make sure to get the plantsims a description of him, so they know to make extra sure he doesn’t get inside. A vampire in our inner base would be disastrous.”

Matthew: “Even if the vampires can’t get inside, they might try to get an opening for the evil witches to go in. We’ll have to make sure we have infantry inside the house to help fight them.”

Bay: “Infantry?”

Arie: “I think there’s some legacy spares still hanging around who want to fight. That would be a good place for them. Neffy and Zircon are here, and so are Baltic, Clary, Spar, and his daughter Phoenix. I think Spar and Phoenix aren’t really the fighting type, though; I’ll talk to them, see what they want to do.”

Matthew: “We also have the aliens, our biggest faction. They’d do well rounding out our indoors troops, I think. I’m glad we have a small army like that to help—”

Phlox: “Uh, ‘scuse me?”

6: “Hey, great party! We’re gonna go back to our ship now! See ya!”

Arie: “H-hey, wait! We need you!”

Gabie: “Later! It’s been fun!”

Matthew: “…”

Arie: “…”

Lara: “Well, so much for that.”

Matthew: “…that puts us at a major disadvantage. We’re going to be very weak on the inside. I was hoping to spread my pack out between the outdoors vampire fight and the indoors witch fight, but I guess I’ll station them all indoors.”

Matthew: “We’ve been training during the day. We’re ready to take on whatever comes at us. And get back at those vampires for taking Jessica and Priya from us.”

Arie: “Remember Matthew, this isn’t about revenge.”

Matthew: “It will be, once this legacy is over.”

Arie: “So that just leaves protection of the VIP’s.”

Bay: “Eh? Excuse me?”

Matthew: “We’ll need to put the young, the old, the heir, and the spouse in a defensible place, and then I’ll station two or three of my wolves around them. I’ll ask the leaders how many of each faction can be spared for more guardians. We’ll get the good witches to put up defense charms on the doors, too. Any ideas on where we can put them?”

Bay: “Now wait just a minute, I want to—”

Arie: “It’ll need to be in the middle of the house, away from any doors. Preferably windowless.”

Matthew: “The kitchen.”

Arie: “Either that or the bathroom. Both would work.”

Bay: “Hey, now wait a minute! I’m the heir, I’m responsible for the safety of this legacy! I don’t want to just hide!”

June: “Right! …but I have to admit, at least they gave us the dignity of the kitchen.”

Alexandra: “There’s still time to switch rooms. Keep on complaining. We’re only trying to keep you safe.”

Bay: “Matthew. I will not stand here and let things happen to us. I will be involved in keeping my wife, my children, and my family safe.”

June: “I keep telling you, there will be only ONE child!!”

Matthew: “…”

Matthew: “…I can’t guarantee your safety, Bay.”

Bay: “Understood.”

Matthew: “Take care of yourself. You’re kind of the key to all this. Don’t take any unnecessary risks. ”

Bay: “I won’t.”

June: “Bay—”

Bay: “I’ll be fine. Trust me. Just one more day. Love you, June.”

June: “You’re an idiot, and you’re going to get yourself killed, but you should do what you think is best. You better come back to me.”

Bay: “Don’t worry. I have a secret weapon.”

Clary: “I hope you know you’re a complete idiot.”

Bay: “June said as much.”

Clary: “But seriously. You should be leaving defense to me and everybody else who’s assembled here, you know, to protect you. Plus, June, you know, your wife, is about to have a baby, and instead of being with her, you’re going to perform guard duty?”

Bay: “I’m the heir. If I’m not out protecting my family, what use am I?”

Clary: “Well, ready for this, you dummy?”

Bay: “What kind of dummy am I? A store mannequin, or a crash test dummy?”

Clary: “Ha ha, very funny.”

Bay: “…no. I’m not really ready. I just wish we could live in peace.”

Sanjay: “Sun’s going down. You two had best go inside.”

Clary: “Picture this, Sanjay: a lone werewolf standing outside at night when a whole loathe of vampires shows up with murder on the brain.”

Sanjay: “You two are normal sims, ergo vulnerable. These things didn’t blink an eye at taking out our best warrior, one of our Alphas, and your sister. I don’t want either of you outside.”

Bay: “You’re not going to try and take revenge for Priya, are you? We’re supposed to leave the vampire fighting to the plantsims, remember?”

Sanjay: “Go already!”

Bay: “We are not leaving without you. Sorry.”

Clary: “Uh… Bay…”

Bay: “I… guess there’s not much chance of that being a normal flock of bats, is there?”

Plantsim: “What are all of you still doing out here!? RUN!!”

Romi: “Nuh-uh, not so fast.”

Clary: “BAY!!”

William: “Do you think you’re going to stop me from going in, plantsim? I can do whatever I want.”

Romi: “Aren’t you cute. I’m going to enjoy this.”

Vampire: “That was remarkably easy. Just one gen-nine left to go, then, and also this one’s wife.”

Romi: “Oof!”

Clary: “Where did you learn that!?”

Bay: “Grandma Ella was trained by a ninja!”

Clary: “What does that have to do with anything!?”

Romi: “Whoa, hey! I’m trapped!”

William: “Curse these plantsims.”

Contessa: “Now, everyone. Split.”

William: “Surely I can just fly over this hedge.”

Plantsim: “Not without going through us first, you’re not!”

Hattie: “It’s really too bad we can’t just burn the house down, like we did Peachtree Valley. What with all the witches in there who can just wave a wand and evaporate the fire away before it gets big enough to do any damage.”

Arc: “It’s just as well. If at all possible, I demand the justice of killing them myself.”

Hattie: “So, we have the vampires blocking the exits, both front and back. No one leaves without going through them—and no witches step outside to cast a sunlight spell without being ripped apart.”

Arc: “Correct.”

Hattie: “And they stationed plantsims on both those exits, who have grown hedges in front of the doors for extra defense.”

Arc: “Also correct.”

Hattie: “And in the meantime, my witches work on those blasted shields around the house. When they’re down, we’ll just be able to magivestigium right in.”

Arc: “Do you have a way of pinpointing where each member of the household is?”

Hattie: “No. We’ll just have to search the old-fashioned way: room by room, and deal with werewolves, witches, and whatever else they might have stationed inside.”

Arc: “That should be no problem. Once the wards are down, we’ll be able to send in our surprise.”

Hattie: “I’m still against using them, you know. This is cruel, even for you.”

Arc: “Think of it as… poetic justice.”

Clary: “The vampires are here, and I think I saw some magivestigium glows back there, too.”

*BANG*

Arie: “They’re working on taking down the wards, then. This won’t be long. Get into position, Clary. You’re in the dining room with Matthew, Sanjay, and Neffy. Bay, you guard the kitchen door right here with us.”

Bay: “Right. Baltic, Julien, and Zircon are in the parlor, right?”

Arie: “Right. They’ll be running interference if anyone gets through the front door.”

Zircon: “Neffy was right all along. If we’d neutralized Arc when he killed our father, none of this would’ve happened! My wife and son would still be alive!”

Julien: “Careful, man. Breathe.”

*BOOM*

Baltic: {I sure hope Seraphine stays away from all this…}

*BANG*

Neffy: “I hope he does come through here. Because when he does, I’m going to KILL him! I should NEVER have let Spar talk me out of finding justice for my dad!”

*CRACK*

Matthew: “There goes the wards. Be ready. Remember, that door is locked, but it’s still a liability. Defend it first; revenge comes second. Both of you.”

Witch: “They’re down, Hattie. All clear.”

Arc: “Good. Both of you go in and take out as many of them as you can find. Hattie, it’s time to unleash our weapon.”

Witch: “Come on, then. Time to go.”

William: “Ah, here we are.”

Seraphine: “Where are we? There aren’t any legacy members here!”

Witch: “Looks like the master bedroom, don’t it? Nice bug collection.”

Seraphine: “Oh, I’ve got my work cut out for me… where would they be hiding…”

Witch: “Well, I’m done for the night. See ya.”

Seraphine: “Is it too much to ask for just one of these dark witches to be really, honestly helpful? Seriously.”

Seraphine: {I’m going to guess… this way.}

Seraphine: {WRONG WAY!!}

William: “Well, hello there. I don’t believe we’ve met. You’re a legacy member, are you?”

Baltic: “A bat just flew into the house!!”

Zircon: “WHAT!? I thought they couldn’t do that!! We were just supposed to be up against witches and Arc!”

Baltic: “I know what I saw! Come on, we’ve got to warn the others! Julien, come on!”

Zircon: “Oh gosh, there he is!”

Baltic: “Seraphine!?”

Seraphine: “Baltic! STAY AWAY!!”

There will be a great battle of magic and blood. You, Baltic, will leave safety to challenge death. Parent and child will be reunited, and death will inhabit flesh as life meets its end in fire.

Baltic: “HEY!!”

William: “Hm? What’s this?”

Seraphine: “Baltic, NO!!”

William: “Ow. That really hurt. Come on, can’t you hit harder than that?”

Seraphine: “Baltic, what are you DOING!?”

Baltic: “RUN, Seraphine!! I’ll distract him! You can get away!!”

Baltic: “ARGH!”

Seraphine: “OH, thank goodness.”

Chantelle: “You’re not a witch… how did you get in here!?”

Seraphine: “That’s really not important. Listen, I have to warn you—”

Arie: “Why should we listen to you if we don’t know who you are? How do we know you’re not here to distract us?”

Seraphine: “LISTEN!!”

Seraphine: “Arc has spent the last day raising an army of ZOMBIES!!”

Seraphine: “Why else do you think he would slaughter an entire town full of harmless spares!?”

Bay: “But how?”

Chantelle: “GAH! Hattie can raise the dead! Why didn’t we anticipate that!?”

Arie: “Because we’re not twisted, that’s why.”

Seraphine: “Um… they’re kind of, you know, on their way at this very moment… and he’s sort of going to get really mad and kill me if he sees me here, plus Baltic is kind of in a fight for his life against a vampire, so I better go…”

Bay: “Why don’t you hide in the kitchen until this blows over?”

Chantelle: “Interesting choice of words.”

Arie: “Yeah. Go hide in the kitchen. Tell the werewolf and the plantsim in there that we sent you.”

Seraphine: “I can’t do that. Baltic—”

Sanjay: “Where?”

Julien: “Here! I see them!”

Sanjay: “We’re on it!”

Seraphine: “Wait. You’ll help? What are you getting out of it?”

Arie: “Us? We get to know our family is safe. Now hightail it into that kitchen. We’re going to trust you, since you came here to warn us, but so help me, if you hurt anyone in there…”

Seraphine: “I won’t. You have my word.”

Sanjay: *howl*

Arie: “Good enough. Go.”

Seraphine: “Um… hi. The people in the hall sent me?”

Alexandra: “Oh, yeah. Sure. That’s a really creative story.”

June: “Ugh. …oh.”

Phoenix: “What’s up?”

June: “It’s no—”

June: “OW!!”

Arie: “Bay? I don’t care about your philosophies. Get out of here.”

Bay: “Um… that might be kind of difficult…”

Bay/Sun: “HALT!!”

Hattie: “Hm. You don’t see that every day. Since when was that kid a high-ranking vampire?”

Arc: “Leave my zombies alone, will you? I worked very hard to get them, and I don’t need you ordering them around.”

Arc: “Now get out of my way. I need to get into that kitchen immediately.”

June: “Ow… ow… ow… ow!!”

Alexandra: “Deep breaths, June. It’s gonna be okay. It’ll be over in just a minute.”

June: “WHERE IS MY HUSBAND!? I’M GOING TO KILL HIM!!”

Seraphine: “Oh, this is painful!”

June: “YOU think it’s painful!?”

Spar: “What is?”

Seraphine: “The waiting! We’re sitting ducks in here!”

Seraphine: “…?”

Spar: “What?”

Seraphine: “Uh, it’s nothing.”

Seraphine: “It’s just… you look a lot like these pictures I once saw.”

Arc: “What is it with you!? You’re always there! Always meddling, always whisking people away right before I can get to them! Standing between me and doors! Why!?”

Arie: “There’s this thing called ‘family loyalty,’ Arc. You wouldn’t understand. I am going to protect my family at all costs—all the way to the end!”

Arie: “What is it now!?”

Arc: “Children of Snow? Perhaps… Snow White?”

Seraphine: “One going to pwotect bwother’s famwy, for ten genewations. Aaaaaall way to end. Chiwd of Snow make it happeeeeen~! Hehehe!!”

Arc: “It was never Baltic, was it!?”

Arie: “What are you even talking about? You’re crazy, you know that?”

Chantelle: *whispering* “Just a little bit longer, Arie. Keep distracting him. June’s child is almost born.”

Arie: “On that note, what is your problem, anyway!? You know that we had nothing to do with Anne’s death! That was Merry! And you know what? You’ve already taken revenge on her! So what’s the deal!? Why keep coming after us!?”

Arc: “You really think just killing Merry is going to make up for it!? I am still in pain over it every single day! You could have prevented it! You were only two houses down! You could have called the firemen, something! But you let them DIE!”

Hattie: “Hm…”

Arie: “Arc, WE DIDN’T KNOW!!”

Arc: “You never looked out a window? You never smelled any smoke!? HA! Now, step out of my way of that door, or I’ll set my zombies on you right now. Once you’re all dead, maybe Anne will finally be at peace.”

Chantelle: “Spar, what are you doing!? Go back inside!”

Arc: “…Spar? What is this? Spar is dead. Stop trying to confuse me.”

Spar: “…Dad?”

Arc: “You are really scum, you know that? Going out and finding a grown lookalike of my dead toddler son, just to confuse me? This changes nothing.”

Spar: “I… Dad? No, it couldn’t be. You’re right. I’m leaving.”

Phoenix: “Dad? What’s going on? Why did you come out here? Don’t leave me alone!”

Spar: “PHOENIX! Get back in there!”

Arc: “I—”

Arc: “It—it can’t be… she looks like…”

Arc: “This, this changes nothing. You’re just trying to confuse me. Zombies? Kill them all. …actually, kill them all except that girl.”

Bay: “…um?”

Arc: “NO!! What are you doing!? Come back!! KILL THEM!!”

Chantelle: “Hehehe… that’s what you get for trusting a dark witch.”

Arc: “WHAT!?”

Hattie: “Arctos White, you are under arrest for the murder of Latimeria White, and involvement in the murder of Pearl Jalowitz. You will face punishment for your crimes against my order; I’ll see to it personally.”

Arc: “WHAT!?”

Arie: “Seriously? You go to all this trouble, murdering an entire town, raising a zombie army, working with him all this time, only to betray and arrest him now? What gives?”

Bay: “Aunt Arie, are you seriously complaining?”

Hattie: “Well, it did give us an excuse to fight Chantelle’s order in a rather spectacular way. And it meant that most of this troublesome legacy got wiped out without taking direct blame. Also, I needed a confession to make sure the Dark Council would convict him.”

Hattie: “Also it was fun. Incredibly fun.”

Bay: “Alright, well, I’m going in to help my wife. ‘Scuse me.”

Romi: “Um… guys? Are they supposed to be leaving?”

Romi: “Huh!?”

21: “Hey, everyone! I finally got the controls working!!”

6: “Yes! About time! Pick up all those party-pooping vampires, huh? We’ve got a new habitat all picked out for them.”

Gabie: “I picked it myself; I’m sure they’ll like it. Ehehehe. It has two suns.”

Vis: “You’re so cute when you’re evil, Gabie. But you know, it also has lots of caves. They’ll have a chance, at least.”

Hattie: “Now, then. If you’ll excuse us, I have a council meeting to arrange, and Arc has a dank little dungeon to rot in. We’ll be going now.”

Arc: “…”

Arc: “NO!!”

Arie: “HEY!! WHOA!! STOP HIM!!”

Arc: “Seraphine.”

Seraphine: “Arc.”

Arc: “When did you get here?”

Arc: “Oh, it doesn’t matter.”

Seraphine: “Ugh… what…”

Seraphine: “ARGH!”

Seraphine: “…what just happened?”

Grim: “So. Seraphine. Let’s talk.”

June: “Told you there would only be one.”

June: “Her name is Wynter. Wynter White.”

The End