MISSION FIVE

[with_liiiiiight]

[tiny!four year old!Dante is wandering around his townhouse in one of his bigger self's t-shirts, obviously looking for something or someone. He's crying, fat tears rolling down his face as he hiccups and tries to navigate the stairs]

Vergil? Vergil? Momma?

Mommaaaaaaa!

...don't wanna be all 'lone.

[sits at the bottom of the stairs, sniffling

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[mach_kick]

[Zell peeps around a corner at Dante, Selphie not far behind him]

... Do you want a cookie? [holds out said cookie to prove he indeed has one]

[with_liiiiiight]

[rubs his running nose on his sleeve, hiccuping again]

I want my Momma.

[but...he still takes the cookie, taking a huge bite out of it with demon-baby teeth. Eva taught her son good manners, so, through a mouthful of cookie:]

Fank 'oo.

[mach_kick]

I want my Ma too. I dunno this place.

[Matron taught Zell proper manners as well] You're welcome. I'm Zell, an' that's Selphie behind me, although you can call her Selph if you wanna.

Who're you?

[with_liiiiiight]

I want my Momma, an' Vergil, an' Papa, too. [sniffs, finishing off his cookie]

'M Dante.

[smiles a little shyly, mostly sharp teeth]

Hiiii.

[inspiritingly]

(Uh-oh. There's nothing scarier than being that little and losing your mom...)

What does your mom look like? Maybe we can find her!

[with_liiiiiight]

Momma's real real pretty. Momma has yellow hair an' blue eyes an'...An' she's pretty.

[hopeful_hero]

[Cloud just cannot ignore small, crying children.] Hey, kiddo, it's all right.

[with_liiiiiight]

[SNIFF. Tugs on Cloud's pantsleg]

Help me find my Momma, lady?

1/3

[hopeful_hero]

All right, let's-

2/3

[hopeful_hero]

[besatisfied]

[SIGH.] Hey! You! Our parents aren't here an' cuz I'm OBVIOUSLY older, I'm in charge.

Do you want something to eat?

[with_liiiiiight]

[gasp! it's that mean girl from before!]

YOU'RE NOT THE BOSS OF ME.

...gimme a cookie an' you c'n be the boss an' stuff.

[sevenxsorrows]

... Aw. Don't cry, we'll find our parents! I promise?