[The Daniels Estate, Havok, Piasu, Ryomania, 10:50 AM, May 7th, Tuesday, 2025]
Cathy lounged backwards on the kitchen counter, looking towards the door as I left. She groaned and pushed herself up.
Cathy Ariston: "Hey, Erika? Do you seriously not have any steak left in the whole mansion?"
Erika turned to her, the wooden spoon in her hand morphing back into a bat, holstering it into her backpack.
Erika Daniels: "Dunno, last time I checked we were out."
She smirked, putting a hand on her hip.
Cathy Ariston: "Could you check again?"
Erika sighed and opened the fridge.
Erika Daniels: "Yep, all out..."
Jack finished drinking the rest of his Coco-Cola, crushing the can in his right hand and throwing it into the bin.
Jack Daniels: "I gotta go... By the way sis, you totally messed up the upstairs floor when you were, uh, testing us, earlier?"
Erika facepalmed, sighing again.
Erika Daniels: "I knew I was missing something! Damn it, you're right, I should fix that."
Erika hurried past them into the hallway leading to the foyer and up the stairs.
Jack Daniels: "Welp... I'm gonna go now."
Jack hopped off his stool and turned to walk out of the kitchen, after me.
Cathy Ariston: "Hey Jack...?"
Jack stopped looking back at her.
Cathy Ariston: "Don't get yourself killed, bloody moron..."
She smirked and threw an apple at him from the fruit basket on the counter, he caught it in his hand and chuckled.
Jack Daniels: "Right. Thanks."
He threw the apple back and with a wave, he walked off after me, leaving Cathy alone in the kitchen with her thoughts and the apple floating next to her head.
Cathy sighed and brushed a hand through her hair. Letting the apple float back down into the fruit basket.
Cathy Ariston: "This is like, the worst time, of my life. Fuck."
Her gaze snapped to the door as footsteps started approaching, it was Amelia with her mop bucket, still cleaning the floors, she looked exhausted, panting and leaning on the doorway.
Amelia Orwell: "Oh... H-hello Miss Ariston, I was... I finally finished mopping the first floor. It took me a little while but I managed."
Amelia stepped into the kitchen, leaving the mop and bucket there, Tinker Bell was still hovering behind her.
Cathy Ariston: "Well that's good, we're all tired after... training."
Amelia smiled gently at her as she took a banana from the fruit basket and began eating it.
Amelia Orwell: "Yes, very tired..."
Cathy hovered off the counter, crossing her arms.
Cathy Ariston: "Tinker Bell... Have you tried turning it off? If someone saw that, they'd ask questions."
Amelia glanced behind her at the bell, grabbing it with her left hand and holding it up.
Amelia Orwell: "Ah, I don't know... I wish for you to deactivate!"
Tinker Bell shone in her hand, rang once and disappeared in golden particles, causing Amelia to chuckle.
Amelia Orwell: "It makes me very happy! It's amazing... I... I'm glad Mistress Erika trained us today, or I wouldn't have had this amazing ability!"
Cathy smirked, seeing Amelia's child-like wonder and curiosity.
Cathy Ariston: "Good for you Amelia—"
A knock on the front door suddenly grabbed their attention, Amelia quickly threw the banana peel into the bin and wiped her hands on her apron.
Amelia Orwell: "Oh! Right. I-I'll answer that. I'm sure it's just the mail-man!"
Amelia nodded and hurried towards the front door, Cathy hovered over to the kitchen window, trying to look outside.
She saw my silhouette as I got into a taxi, which drove down the road into Havok. But something caught her attention.
A fly quickly flew by the window, faster than any normal fly would, it flew fast enough that a small crack appeared in the glass.
Cathy Ariston: "What the..."
[The Foyer]
Amelia once again wiped her hands on her apron, a nervous habit of hers and she opened the door.
Before her stood a chubby man with dark gray hair, he looked to be about fifty years or older, he had glasses on his face and was wearing a red sweater with some brown chino pants and matching brown leather loafers.
???: "Hello... Excuse me to bother you, but who exactly lives here? I'm new to the neighborhood and I was just walking by, enjoying a walk on this fine day and I couldn't help but be drawn to this place! It seems so elegant and larger than the other villas around here, this is a mansion, correct? And you're clearly a maid, madame, so once again I will ask, who lives here?"
Amelia Orwell: "Oh... It's nice to meet you, yes I am the maid of this mansion, this is The Daniels Estate, I serve The Daniels family and anyone who is considered a friend to them... I-Is that all? Sir."
The strange man chuckled and reached out, grabbing her hand and shaking it, Amelia squeaked and tried pulling her hand back but the man's grip held firm, she awkwardly squirmed on the spot, glancing back into the foyer and at the man.
Krist Cobain: "It's nice to meet you too, I'm Krist Cobain... Just a fellow enjoyer of life, a nostalgic old cook if you will... Well! It was nice to meet you, young lady. This house smells like teen spirit..."
The man nodded, and let go of Amelia's hand, she quickly pulled it back and held it close to her chest, leaning on the doorway.
The man took a deep breath, smiling, a fly flew by his head and into the house.
Amelia Orwell: "Well... I hope you have a nice day s-sir..."
Amelia shut the door on him, putting her back to it and sighing.
Amelia Orwell: "That was so strange..."
She turned and stood on her tip-toes to peek through the visor of the door, seeing the old man walk back through the main gate, a taxi was waiting for him, he got in and the taxi drove down the road.
Amelia stepped back, rubbing her hands on her apron again and adjusting her mob cap.
Amelia Orwell: "Phew..."
[The Kitchen]
Cathy leaned against the window, over the sink, and saw a strange man leaving from the front door and making his way to the gate where a taxi was waiting for him.
Cathy Ariston: "What the hell...? Another one?"
The man glanced back toward the house, looking towards the window Cathy was at.
Cathy Ariston: "Shit!"
She quickly ducked down behind the counter, she closed her eyes, once the man got into the taxi and drove him away she stood back up.
Cathy Ariston: "How did he see me...? Who the hell was that?"
Cathy muttered to herself as footsteps approached, Amelia stepped back into the kitchen.
Amelia Orwell: "N-no w-w-worries Miss Ariston! It was just a stranger!"
Cathy hovered closer to her, causing the maid to shrink back, looking timid.
Cathy Ariston: "What'd he want? Why now? Who was he?"
Cathy frowned as she stared at Amelia, her arms crossed, waiting for an answer.
Amelia Orwell: "W-well... He asked who lived here and he said I... I mean, the house smelled like teen spirit? That was strange, and he shook my hand and—"
Cathy leaned in.
Cathy Ariston: "Did you tell him?"
Amelia squeaked and tried to back away, feeling herself unable to move as Cathy's gravity grip held her in place.
Amelia Orwell: "Y-yes..."
Cathy closed her eyes, frustrated, she let go with a huff.
Cathy Ariston: "It's fine, he's not an enemy. Probably just some weirdo with a realtor hobby, whatever. I'm sorry Amelia, after everything that's happened... I have to be sure, no, WE have to be sure, nobody should get past us. Erika's right. We need training."
Amelia nodded, standing tall as she felt a literal weight lift off her chest.
Amelia Orwell: "Yes... I understand, um..."
Just then, the same fly from earlier buzzed it's way into the kitchen, drawing both of their attentions.
Cathy Ariston: "...A fly?"
Amelia Orwell: "Oh it's the one I let in!"
The fly suddenly turned and stopped right in front of Cathy's face, she felt herself tense up.
Cathy Ariston: "Huh?! What... What's it doing Amelia?"
Amelia stepped to Cathy's left, trying to get a good look at the fly's face, which was now perfectly still, a few inches from Cathy's face, looking at her.
Amelia Orwell: "I think it's observing you—"
In a burst of speed it flew forwards into Cathy's neck, pushing hard against Cathy's aura, the knockback of force caused Amelia to fall backwards onto the floor.
Cathy Ariston: "HOLY CRAP!—"
The fly pushed Cathy out of the back window of the kitchen, taking her outside, they both flew upwards past the house.
Cathy struggled and clapped her hands in front of the face, causing the fly to dodge out of the way, letting her hover there.
Cathy knew it was dangerous for her to be outside in broad daylight, people could see, things could get public, she quickly flew back down towards the house, keeping her body straight as an arrow to get maximum velocity.
The fly suddenly flew into her from the right side, tackling her onto the grass of the backyard, past the garden.
It pushed against her torso as the ground stirred up beneath Cathy's aura.
Cathy Ariston: "I knew something was wrong! I knew it! GET OFF OF ME!"
Cathy once again clapped her hands together, this time grabbing the dirt from the ground and making two giant palms of it with her gravity. But the fly was faster.
It buzzed by her face, going off somewhere to the back of the mansion.
Cathy quickly stood up, panting, the dirt collapsing out of her grip in a pile next to her as she let go of it.
Cathy Ariston: "Wait—Amelia!"
Cathy quickly flew back towards the front of the mansion, towards the kitchen.
[The Kitchen]
Amelia stood up from the floor, rubbing her forehead.
Amelia Orwell: "Oh no! Mistress Erika doesn't like it when I get hurt, she'll yell at me again..."
Suddenly a loud buzzing could be heard, Amelia heard Cathy yelling her name and she ducked down.
The fly flew in from the hallway, crashing through the wall, causing it to destroy the top half of the right-hand-side countertop and the fruit basket, paint, plaster, dust and debris rained down everywhere.
Amelia Orwell: "AH! HELP!" She yelled out, as she crouched down next to the trash bin, covering her head uselessly.
Tinker Bell suddenly appeared, glowing once before her.
Amelia Orwell: "I-I wish to be protected!"
Tinker Bell rang once, a golden shimmering bubble appeared around Amelia.
She quickly stood up and turned to face the now destroyed sink, looking at the fly as it twirled outside, almost tauntingly-so.
Cathy flew in from the back-window, landing next to Amelia.
Cathy Ariston: "Amelia...? Are you alright?! What... We have to take care of this. Where the hell did Erika run off to again?! ERIKA!"
Cathy yelled, but nobody came.
The fly dashed forwards again.