The woes of a villain.

*Phill speaking to the camera*

"So-I been trying all week to catch Lucas doing some art. I failed."

He frowned a little, thinking how hard he had worked to catch his son, and after a second said," I try to catch him in his room. In the backyard. At midnight….one time in the bathroom." He shrugged, remembering the strawberry taste of the shampoo that Lucas threw at him.

"But every time. Every time. He was doing nothing—and when I say nothing I mean nothing, just lying in there like a dead fish"

Hearing what he said he murmured, "Death fish…Maybe he is really being possessed?"

Phil trembled thinking of the possibility of having Bobby Bobble Pants-large inside his house. One side of him was angry that his son was being possessed, while the other, was happy that he might have the chance of doing the magic show of his life.

Thinking for a little he shook his head and yell to the sky, "You can't buy me with amazing music background Booby!"

*****

Phil was in the kitchen having a snack before going to show a house to a potential buyer.

He should be reviewing his selling plan, especially since today's buyer was a recently single divorced woman. They were easy prey, but he needed to have the perfect dose between 'friend' and 'greatest-seller-of-all-time'

But he couldn't.

His mind was too cloudy with the face of his son Lucas, doing an incredible piece of art, and, if his fears came true, an incredible music-light show for a magician.

A magician that wasn't him.

Not wanting to think about this anymore, he looked at Alex, who was as always, reading. He decided to ask her in a 'hip' and cool way, "Yo, Did you see your brother lately?"

Alex rolled her eyes and responded, "I see him every day. We live in the same house." And started to read again.

Phil try again, this time he was going with all his cards on the table, so, with an uncaring voice asked," And did you see him do some…art?" Finishing saying this, he sends a deep look to Alex, trying to see if the word 'Art' make her flinch.

After all, this was the only way of winning a mental game.

Alex sighed and with a pointed look said, "He is in his bedroom right now. Something about making a gift for Lily?"

Phil open his eyes wide and fearing that Alex would use her twin telepathy power to send a warning to Lucas he ran from the kitchen. There was no time for going slow now.

He ran and ran. All obstacles become a mess on his path to the truth.

"Phil!" Screamed Claire who was now looking at the back of Phil. Who had just run past her and hit her tray with dirty clothes to the ground.

But Phil didn't stop. He had a mission, a mission for the future of this family.

Running with all his might he started climbing the stairs.

Just as he was about to reach the end, his foot touched the cursed step making him almost fall.

He looked at the steps with narrowed eyes and said to it, "I will fix it later. Hopefully with a new smoke machine and some great music in the background!"

He stands up, stronger than ever, and with resounding steps opens the door of his son's room.

"Aha. I got you Bobby Bobble Pants-large!"

Phil blinked.

The room full of art pieces, instruments and maybe a chorus of magical women was nowhere to be seen.

Instead, there was a messy room, with Lucas on a chair playing with his Gameboy.

His thoughts were interrupted by the voice of Bobb-Lucas, who asked with an annoyed voice, "What do you want dad?"

Phil blinked and after a second he said to his son, "I just wanted to see my 'son' face" he narrowed his eyes trying to see if the impostor would betray himself by the act of flinching.

Instead, Lucas raised an eyebrow and said with a voice that make it clear he should not be bothered, "I'm about to beat Alex's score. Out"

Phil flinched at the frosty tone of his son.

But he understood.

Even if he was Bobby Bobble Pants-large and not his real son, beating The Unbeatable Alex was of greater importance.

So, with a simple nod, he exits the room.

As he was walking down, for a second, he was sure that he heard the most annoying and gloating villainous laughter.

Phil shook his head, 'It must be my defeated mind.' he thought while going down in shame.

*A minute before Phil enters Lucas's room*

Theodore was currently painting on a big canvas the size of his wall.

On it, was the image of Mitch, Cam and what currently was a blob of paint--that would hopefully become Lily in the future.

The painting had the style of the Victorian age. Something he decided as Mitch could be somewhat of a snob sometimes.

Plus he knew that Cam would love the dramatic turn of the painting.

Thinking about it he looked at Cam, who had a face of surprise as a red cherry dropped from his hand towards Mitch's open mouth.

For a moment he thought it might have been a little too much, but he knew Cam well enough, to know that the extra it was the better.

As he was contemplating adding some angels around, something pretty ironic as he was painting the type of family that angles would probably drag to hell, he heard the sound of his A.P.A, aka, anti-parenting alarm.

With the dexterity of a cheerleader, he bent into a weird pose and pulled a cord at the side of the wall, hiding just at the side of a bookshelf.

The cord fell to the ground, while the canvas was covered by a large curtain with a hyper-realistic painting of his room windows and wall.

He quickly sat on his chair and turned on the Game Boy.

Just for his dad to enter the room.

Before he could say anything, his father yelled with a creaky, "Aha. I got you Bobby Bobble Pants-large!"

Hearing his father, he blinked two times. As ashamed as he was to admit it. His father really had him in the loop this time.

'Who the hell is Bobby Bobble Pants-large? And why he had such a great name?' He thought for a second.

Seeing that his father was about to enter his room. He quickly scolded himself and said with the best teenage voice he could, "What do you want dad?"

"I just wanted to see my 'son' face"

Hearing his shameful father he snorted inside his mind. But, he really needed to keep painting before it started to dry so he said the only thing he knew would make someone like Phil go away.

"I'm about to beat Alex's score. Out"

The room went silent for a second, while he pretended to beat The Unbeatable Alex.

*Click*

Hearing the door shut he sneered into the air, "As if I could ever beat Alex!"

Still, he had won another round against the good parenting of his father.

So, in need of a treat, he grabbed a fake moustache and a monocle from his emergency box and started to laugh.

"HAHAHA! You can't beat me, father! I am unstoppable!"

The villainous laugh thundered inside the room while the gloating of the victor could be felt in the air.

*thud*

The door banged open, making him freeze in place.

And while looking to the side, he saw Alex sending a look of maximum disapproval.

"Villain laugh? Can you be a little more normal?" Alex then shake her head and added, "The moustache makes you look dumb...and is backwards"

Hearing the deadpan tone of his sister he closed his eyes.

He didn't know what he had done to hear so hurtful things.

But, before he could respond, his sister had closed the door again.

Leaving him alone and shamed about his backwards moustache while thinking, 'teenagers can be so harmful with so little.'

After composing himself a little, he opened the curtain to start painting again. Only for a big part of it to be completely smudged by the curtain.

He looked at it, and with teary eyes said, "Is this karma?"

***********************Author notes************

Sorry for the lack of updates. November had been a really hectic month, as not only is full of birthdays and weddings (Thanks to valentines day I guess), but is also the World Cup, so I had been working more than I should have any other year.

Also, I don't want to make any more charcuterie boards. Please I'm sure my finger is starting to become salamis. At least I'm sure that my cat thinks so, the bastard had been licking my fingers no stop T__T.

So yes, almost no time to sleep let alone write. Sorry for not telling it sooner, but I hate when authors post a chapter only for it to be a notice, and since I didn't have any backup chapter I decided to not post anything.

I don't know when I would update again. But I wanted to write for the writing competition, as is not always that they give such cool genres like Op or urban rich.

Though the whole 100 chapters thing makes me really scared.

100k words...and I take like two hours for 1k.

That's 200 hundred hours, not even thinking about the whole editing and proofreading part that takes me way more than writing only for it to be badly done in the end.

Anyway, I will stop crying about life now.

How are you readers doing? Are you guys watching the World Cup?

I'm sure am. I had even won like 200usd in bets already ~(e_e)~

I just want to say, that watching Messi make a goal is been the highlight of my week.

Anyway, just a little chapter so you guys know that this is not dropped, but the updates are going to keep being slow.

Bye-bye ✌️ 😘