It was another day that ended in y, which meant their #2 in all but name was out leading a storm on the venture compound again. The Monarch and Sheila on their thrones watching the chaos below on the big screens. Gary was going toe to toe against Hatred and it was getting pretty serious.
The Scarianette had Doc all twisted up while the battle raged below.
The babysitter of the night, had fallen asleep, ignoring Gary's very clear orders to watch Paul closely since he was starting to get closer to real crawling and knew where to crawl too to make the auto door open. Still, the henchman passed out on Gary's bunk and didn't see Paulie pulling himself from his crib beside the bunk. Pulling himself past the man and onto the pillow on the floor, Gary had put there the first time Paulie throw himself into the floor. The baby didn't cry when he landed on the pillow. Nope, he was ready to go exploring.
His dad was gone again, and he never liked that. The determined baby was pulling himself as he seemed to realize he could use his legs more. Crawling quickly out the door in his Jedi onesie, and a diaper that should have been changed awhile ago. The room the two shared wasn't far from the control room and that was where he was crawling too without really realizing it. The henchmen who ran past paid no mind too the baby as they rushed to their stations. It was the evil laugh of the Monarch that caught his attention.
As the Monarch snapped a little later at his henchmen for bitching about a night off. He took a sniff of the air. "Honey bun, what is that?"
Sheila making a face, before hearing a noise and looking down to see Paulie sitting between their thrones, chewing on his own toes through the onesie. She facepalmed. "Page 21, and we have got to take 37 off baby duty. This is getting ridiculous."
Instead of paging 21, he blasted it off the intercom, so even Venture heard it. "21! Your child smells terrible, come get him! RIGHT NOW!"
Hatred was laughing as Gary rushed across the lawn, a threat yelled back at Hatred. Oh, he was going to rip 27 a new one this time. At least he knew Sheila would be there to keep Monarch from complaining too much. She was the best titi a baby could ask for after all. And it would buy Gary some time to get back on the Cocoon and deal with getting his child cleaned and probably a bath again. He never should have left him in a white onesie.
Once Gary was back aboard the Cocoon and had collected Paulie from his bosses, he'd apologized for the hassle and carried the boy back towards his room. He'd been irritated before, but feeling the fact that Paulie had not only leaked through his diaper but through his clothes too? He wasn't gone more than a few hours!
"Get up!" He yelled as he flipped on the light and saw 37 asleep on his bed. The other hench jumping away, as Paulie buried his face in his father's chest. He was used to hearing him yell orders, it was not a scary inflection anymore. "What the HELL do you think you're doing!"
He carried Paulie over to the changing table and laid him down after getting his little hands to let go of his bulletproof vest. "I trusted you, dude! And fucking fell asleep!" 37 was stammering apologies and trying to make excuses. "No! Fuck that, you were out with 45 playing Tekken half the night! You KNEW we had a job to do today! Your apology is worthless! What if he had been trampled by people running? What if he had escaped to the fight? OR worse, fallen out of the hatch? Huh? Sorry, wouldn't cut it, dude!" The dirty diaper removed and tossed in the bin. Cleaning the baby up, he didn't bother with a new diaper, just wrapping him up in one of his swaddling blankets, and grabbing the bag that held his bath toys and a change of clothes.
"You're off this detail. You're back on the engine room and field duty for the next month!" Gary screamed at him as he picked up the baby and held him again. 37 stammering still, this had been a pretty sweet gig, he hated the engine room. "You could have killed him, dude, I don't give a fuck. Now get out. The Monarchs are waiting to see you." That was scarier than two ton 21 yelling at him, and that was scary enough.
He turned, leaving the henchman in his room as he carried Paulie down to the house. He'd gotten permission from both awhile ago. The communal bathrooms on each housing floor just were too busy and probably stressful for Paulie to be washed in. So, he soon was sitting on the floor of one of the bathrooms of the house, Paulie in his little bath floaties his many toys around him, and his dark hair spiked up like a fauxhawk with the shampoo.
"You scared me so much today, little dude. You can't be wandering like that. I'm going to have to get a gate to put on the door." He grumbled as he let the baby play in the water for now. He knew it wouldn't work, not with the ways the doors were tapered.
"How's our little man doing?" He heard Sheila's deep voice and looked up from where he was sitting on his knees before the tub.
"He's doing fine, boss. Totally needed the bath though, he was smelling ripe. That idiot didn't change him at all, he was asleep in my bunk." He grumbled, as he took up a cup to start pouring water over Paulie's head. He had a little crown shaped water hat to protect his eyes from the bubbles so it was just happy times for the little guy.
"I told him he's off the detail. I know Paulie lies to explore, but that was scary, what if he had crawled out of the hatch?"
"21, that would have taken hours for him to get down there. Relax, but I do agree, he's done on that. We'll find someone else."
"Thanks, boss. I appreciate it." He responded as Paulie lifted his squeaky frog out of the water and shook it towards Sheila. "I don't know what I would do without you guys."
"You'd do just fine, Gary. Just like you're doing now."
When Sheila said that he had to take a moment to scrub his eyes, trying to pretend that didn't make him almost want to cry. "Bubbles got in my eyes." He quickly covered, which was half true now that he got it in his own eyes.
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twoton_twentyone) wrote2023-08-17 11:25 pm
Paulie crawlin'
The Scarianette had Doc all twisted up while the battle raged below.
The babysitter of the night, had fallen asleep, ignoring Gary's very clear orders to watch Paul closely since he was starting to get closer to real crawling and knew where to crawl too to make the auto door open. Still, the henchman passed out on Gary's bunk and didn't see Paulie pulling himself from his crib beside the bunk. Pulling himself past the man and onto the pillow on the floor, Gary had put there the first time Paulie throw himself into the floor. The baby didn't cry when he landed on the pillow. Nope, he was ready to go exploring.
His dad was gone again, and he never liked that. The determined baby was pulling himself as he seemed to realize he could use his legs more. Crawling quickly out the door in his Jedi onesie, and a diaper that should have been changed awhile ago. The room the two shared wasn't far from the control room and that was where he was crawling too without really realizing it. The henchmen who ran past paid no mind too the baby as they rushed to their stations. It was the evil laugh of the Monarch that caught his attention.
As the Monarch snapped a little later at his henchmen for bitching about a night off. He took a sniff of the air. "Honey bun, what is that?"
Sheila making a face, before hearing a noise and looking down to see Paulie sitting between their thrones, chewing on his own toes through the onesie. She facepalmed. "Page 21, and we have got to take 37 off baby duty. This is getting ridiculous."
Instead of paging 21, he blasted it off the intercom, so even Venture heard it. "21! Your child smells terrible, come get him! RIGHT NOW!"
Hatred was laughing as Gary rushed across the lawn, a threat yelled back at Hatred. Oh, he was going to rip 27 a new one this time. At least he knew Sheila would be there to keep Monarch from complaining too much. She was the best titi a baby could ask for after all. And it would buy Gary some time to get back on the Cocoon and deal with getting his child cleaned and probably a bath again. He never should have left him in a white onesie.
Aftermath
"Get up!" He yelled as he flipped on the light and saw 37 asleep on his bed. The other hench jumping away, as Paulie buried his face in his father's chest. He was used to hearing him yell orders, it was not a scary inflection anymore. "What the HELL do you think you're doing!"
He carried Paulie over to the changing table and laid him down after getting his little hands to let go of his bulletproof vest. "I trusted you, dude! And fucking fell asleep!" 37 was stammering apologies and trying to make excuses. "No! Fuck that, you were out with 45 playing Tekken half the night! You KNEW we had a job to do today! Your apology is worthless! What if he had been trampled by people running? What if he had escaped to the fight? OR worse, fallen out of the hatch? Huh? Sorry, wouldn't cut it, dude!" The dirty diaper removed and tossed in the bin. Cleaning the baby up, he didn't bother with a new diaper, just wrapping him up in one of his swaddling blankets, and grabbing the bag that held his bath toys and a change of clothes.
"You're off this detail. You're back on the engine room and field duty for the next month!" Gary screamed at him as he picked up the baby and held him again. 37 stammering still, this had been a pretty sweet gig, he hated the engine room. "You could have killed him, dude, I don't give a fuck. Now get out. The Monarchs are waiting to see you." That was scarier than two ton 21 yelling at him, and that was scary enough.
He turned, leaving the henchman in his room as he carried Paulie down to the house. He'd gotten permission from both awhile ago. The communal bathrooms on each housing floor just were too busy and probably stressful for Paulie to be washed in. So, he soon was sitting on the floor of one of the bathrooms of the house, Paulie in his little bath floaties his many toys around him, and his dark hair spiked up like a fauxhawk with the shampoo.
"You scared me so much today, little dude. You can't be wandering like that. I'm going to have to get a gate to put on the door." He grumbled as he let the baby play in the water for now. He knew it wouldn't work, not with the ways the doors were tapered.
"How's our little man doing?" He heard Sheila's deep voice and looked up from where he was sitting on his knees before the tub.
"He's doing fine, boss. Totally needed the bath though, he was smelling ripe. That idiot didn't change him at all, he was asleep in my bunk." He grumbled, as he took up a cup to start pouring water over Paulie's head. He had a little crown shaped water hat to protect his eyes from the bubbles so it was just happy times for the little guy.
"I told him he's off the detail. I know Paulie lies to explore, but that was scary, what if he had crawled out of the hatch?"
"21, that would have taken hours for him to get down there. Relax, but I do agree, he's done on that. We'll find someone else."
"Thanks, boss. I appreciate it." He responded as Paulie lifted his squeaky frog out of the water and shook it towards Sheila. "I don't know what I would do without you guys."
"You'd do just fine, Gary. Just like you're doing now."
When Sheila said that he had to take a moment to scrub his eyes, trying to pretend that didn't make him almost want to cry. "Bubbles got in my eyes." He quickly covered, which was half true now that he got it in his own eyes.