Happy Monday everyone! Ya know, if you’re so inclined these days…lol. Ugh.

Trying to get in the Christmas season, but dad fell again and is back in the hospital.

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The tail whipped tight around Crack’s neck, no warning given other than the murderous look on Lionel’s face. Evil yelped as the ground seemed to suck him lower. His free arm scrabbled to keep his face above the surface. Crack’s head felt like it might split with the pressure. He saw black spots at the edges of his vision and that shocked him back to usefulness. Two could play this game, after all. 

He popped spikes out, all over his body, shoving the tail back and loosening its grip. He then melted away into the mist, his body dropping like a sheet of water cascading over a cliff. Evil snorted in surprise, but stopped sinking as Lionel’s attention shifted, wondering where the green bear went.

Crack slid like an eel through the water, skimming around the perimeter and ensuring there really wasn’t an army of Lionel copies sneaking near. Also, he was procrastinating. He had no no idea what to do, other than fight his first instinct. Old Crack would have run, screaming and fast. He would have left Evil behind and chosen the best and safest path for himself. Hell, old Crack would never have been caught in this kind of situation in the first place. Far away from trouble was the best place to be. Old Crack would be terribly disappointed in new Crack, who circled in paralyzing indecision. And over EVIL of all of his siblings. Of course, even old Crack could recognize that new Evil wasn’t quite old Evil. And new Prozac, who wasn’t very different from old Prozac, would be unhappy if he left Evil to die alone. He found he didn’t even want to disappoint new Lech. He didn’t want any of his family to hurt, and these new feelings were quite literally tearing him apart. He realized in horror that half of his essence was trying to escape past the mist and wake up, while the other half was pulling back towards Evil.

Who was now giving Lionel the finger.