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[fortalkingback]

-- the fuck outta here, old man! You think I'm joking, here!? Fuck you!

Not so big without your shitty watch, right? Without your fucking monster friends and apocalypse crew behind you... You should've stayed dead. I'll take care of that for you, asshole.

[After a metallic scraping and a quick clicking, there's a rushing sound of flames being

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lalalala i wonder if they're all seeing their daddies D:

[tofuinthesky]

[Along with Chase's shouting, there's a few shouts of Karolina's coming from the living room. She is unaware, for now, that Chase is dealing with his own paternal ghoul.]

You're dead. You're dead! Leave me alone. You've already messed up my life enough!

It's appropriately traumatizing. :|

[fortalkingback]

[He hears, and really... The thought of super-alien-daddy is pretty bad, too. After a moment of hesitating against fleeing his own situation, he's headed for her camp.]

K! Duck!

[Without any further words, the fistigons are blasting flames into a good most of the living room space. When he finally stops their flow...]

... Where'd he go?

The house will be destroyed after today.

[tofuinthesky]

[Karolina ducks so fast that she almost hits her head on the edge of the coffee table. Why is he here? Is her mother on her way in a minute or two? Why can't they just stay wherever the evil dead stay?]

Right behind you! Dad, stop! Chase, move!

[Quickly switching forms, she prepares to launch a stream of her patented rainbow light force at the space behind her friend, empty to everybody else, but filled with Frank Dean to her.]

Burnin' Down the House, amirite?

[fortalkingback]

[Again, Chase moves before asking questions. When he turns to watch her hit, however...]

There's... There's nobody there.

[There's Victor again, though, and Chase takes a swing that doesn't hit. Mind reeling. What's going on?]

A curse..? I don't-- I don't know if they're real!

They're gonna need that cave sooner than later.

[tofuinthesky]

Chase, he's there! I can see him!

[Pauses as she watches him swinging, Karolina's face is one of total confusion.]

Who are you hitting?

Totally. Preferrably after it stops snowing.

[fortalkingback]

My dad!