Junko Natsumizaka
Just a demonic overlord studying Earth firsthand.
"...Sara's not allowed to watch television until Tuesday...and Michael's allergic to cinnamon, so if you do bake anything, avoid it." The mother finished, handing Nova a list of emergency numbers. "And one more thing-" She stepped close to him with a dangerous look in her eyes. "-I've hidden cameras all around the house young man. If you try anything, I'll know."
Nova nodded seriously.
Michael and Sara watched the exchange with innocent expressions.
The mother turned to her children, kissed them both on the forehead, then said "Now don't misbehave, or you won't get any dessert for a month."
"Yes, Mom." Michael and Sara said in unison; they'd heard this before.
"Bye, dears." She said sweetly to them. "Goodbye, young man." She said in a severe tone, then headed for the door.
Nova tightened his grip on his briefcase, taking a deep breath.
"Remember the plan." Charlie said supportively. "We've got this."
As soon as the mother locked the front door, both children scampered from the couch to the window. They watched their mother leave with blank expressions, until the Uber was out of sight.
Their father worked sixteen hours on weekdays as an accountant. The mother needed a part-time job to pay for the vacation they were planning to take on Christmas. She couldn't leave the children alone while she went to her interviews, so she'd hired Nova as a babysitter. Michael was twelve, and Sara was seven.
Michael and Sara turned to Nova, who was busying himself with tidying up the coffee table; someone had left magazines open all over it.
"Mom was lying about the cameras. She always tells babysitters that." Sara said slyly.
"And we always do what we want when the sitter's here or else we'll say you tried to hit us." Michael spoke quietly, grabbing Nova's collar threateningly. "Mom says that if anyone ever hits us she'll have them arrested. Do you know what jail is?"
Sara sucked on her index, middle, and ring fingers while he spoke, gazing out the window.
"Could you explain it to me?" Nova smiled, laughing weakly with his hands up in surrender. "I've never heard of that place before."
"It's an underground apartment building where everyone's always grounded and you eat the same bad food. Sometimes, if you're lucky, it's above ground. Does that sound fun?" Michael let go of Nova's collar roughly, and tried to push him.
Nova pretended to fall off his chair. "Nope." He replied. "I've got a suggestion for you. Why don't we play together?"
"What does sug-suggestion mean?" Sara asked, snapping out of her daydream.
"It means he wants us to do whatever he wants. Don't listen to him." Michael hurried to explain.
"If that's what you think it means, someone lied to you." Nova stood.
Michael stared at Nova sceptically. He didn't believe him, but he wanted to hear more.
"Arm yourself." Nova pointed a finger-gun at Michael.
Michael and Sara copied Nova, the former realizing he could have two at once.
"Suggestion means you can choose to listen if you want to. Now, do you guys have any Nerf guns?" Nova asked.
"Mom says they're dangerous." Sara replied.
Michael shot Nova with one of his finger guns.
"Ow!" Nova boomed and fell to the floor, rolling around in pain.
Michael flinched in surprise, smiling when he realized Nova could possibly be quite different from his predecessors. Michael kept shooting as Sara laughed at Nova's stellar acting.
Charlie made his way to the kitchen.
"Nerf...guns...aren't...dangerous!" Nova panted, trying to roll around to dodge Michael's 'bullets'. "Darn it, stop shooting me Michael! I beg you, make the pain end!"
Michael neared Nova, and made to 'shoot him' in the head point blank.
Charlie pulled a pan from its hanging place just as Michael pulled the trigger, and the resulting bang corresponded perfectly with the 'shot'.
Michael looked at the tip of his finger gun in surprise; it took him a moment to realize the sound had come from the kitchen.
Sara ran to the kitchen to pick up the pan and bring it to Michael. "A pan fell when you shot!"
Michael wrote it off as a coincidence, then stared at Nova, who was playing dead.
"Shot incoming!" Charlie informed, peeping his head out of the kitchen.
Michael 'shot' Nova and Charlie dropped another pan, timing it perfectly with the shot again. Nova's whole body jerked upwards slightly even though his eyes were closed.
"How are you doing that? Nova? Nova!" Michael shook Nova, who was holding his breath quite convincingly. "He's not breathing!" Michael turned to Sara. "Call Mom!"
Nova started laughing, opened his eyes and stood straight. "Did you have fun?" He ruffled Michael's hair, and Michael let him in his surprise.
A few seconds later, Michael took a step back. "Can we have more fun?"
"More fun!" Sara laughed.
"You're fun." Michael smiled to Nova.
"Thank you." Nova smiled back. He walked over to his briefcase, opening it to reveal three six-bullet Nerf guns and belts with several bullets holstered into them for refills. "Let's have a gunfight in your backyard, with real guns this time. " He smiled, handing each of them a gun and a belt. They eagerly put them on. "The rules are: if you get shot three times, you lose. If you get shot, you have to say so. Don't lie and say you didn't get shot, I'll know. If you need to drink water or use the bathroom, you'll have to walk through the battlefield, so call 'break time' and everyone else will stop shooting. Last man left standing wins the right to know the secret of how I did the trick with the gunshots. " He whispered for dramatic effect. "We'll play twelve games. May the best shooter win!"
Michael smiled happily, and Sara jumped up and down in excitement.
"Poor kids. They're not used to adults wanting to play with them." Charlie said. "Busy parents trying their hardest." She logisized.
From eleven to two, Nova played with them. In the beginning, Charlie informed him when one of the children tried to lie, and he called them on it. After they admitted to it, their games continued. After a short while he'd memorized their tells and he excused Charlie to clean up the house and cook lunch while he played with the children. Just as the children were getting hungry, Nova told them to take a seat on the grass in the shade. They were surprised when he returned from the kitchen five minutes later holding three plates of delicious lasagna. He finished his lunch first, and started reading a Batman comic book out loud, sitting in between them so they could see the pictures. Their mother called just as they were finishing up lunch to inform Nova that she'd be returning soon, and apologized for the hour and a half delay.
"That's quite alright-" Nova checked his phone, realizing it was already four thirty-two. "-I had fun with the children. They were delightful little angels."
"Lies, young man! We'll see what the cameras have to say when I return!"
"Of course, Ms. Green." Nova laughed.
Nova had let the children win the first few games, but made sure he won the most to leave them hanging on his secret. "I'll tell you next time." He replied when they begged him to tell them anyway.
Nova walked home with a smile on his face, and suddenly felt extremely tired when he arrived at his front door. He entered the house, and was soon asleep on his bed. It was unnatural for him to take a nap while the sun was out, so his tiredness had surprised him.
The first thing he heard when he awoke was the sound of someone he didn't recognize. His eyes snapped open, and he looked around to find himself in an unfamiliar place. "Any calls for me while I was out?" He asked, rubbing his eyes.
Nova nodded seriously.
Michael and Sara watched the exchange with innocent expressions.
The mother turned to her children, kissed them both on the forehead, then said "Now don't misbehave, or you won't get any dessert for a month."
"Yes, Mom." Michael and Sara said in unison; they'd heard this before.
"Bye, dears." She said sweetly to them. "Goodbye, young man." She said in a severe tone, then headed for the door.
Nova tightened his grip on his briefcase, taking a deep breath.
"Remember the plan." Charlie said supportively. "We've got this."
As soon as the mother locked the front door, both children scampered from the couch to the window. They watched their mother leave with blank expressions, until the Uber was out of sight.
Their father worked sixteen hours on weekdays as an accountant. The mother needed a part-time job to pay for the vacation they were planning to take on Christmas. She couldn't leave the children alone while she went to her interviews, so she'd hired Nova as a babysitter. Michael was twelve, and Sara was seven.
Michael and Sara turned to Nova, who was busying himself with tidying up the coffee table; someone had left magazines open all over it.
"Mom was lying about the cameras. She always tells babysitters that." Sara said slyly.
"And we always do what we want when the sitter's here or else we'll say you tried to hit us." Michael spoke quietly, grabbing Nova's collar threateningly. "Mom says that if anyone ever hits us she'll have them arrested. Do you know what jail is?"
Sara sucked on her index, middle, and ring fingers while he spoke, gazing out the window.
"Could you explain it to me?" Nova smiled, laughing weakly with his hands up in surrender. "I've never heard of that place before."
"It's an underground apartment building where everyone's always grounded and you eat the same bad food. Sometimes, if you're lucky, it's above ground. Does that sound fun?" Michael let go of Nova's collar roughly, and tried to push him.
Nova pretended to fall off his chair. "Nope." He replied. "I've got a suggestion for you. Why don't we play together?"
"What does sug-suggestion mean?" Sara asked, snapping out of her daydream.
"It means he wants us to do whatever he wants. Don't listen to him." Michael hurried to explain.
"If that's what you think it means, someone lied to you." Nova stood.
Michael stared at Nova sceptically. He didn't believe him, but he wanted to hear more.
"Arm yourself." Nova pointed a finger-gun at Michael.
Michael and Sara copied Nova, the former realizing he could have two at once.
"Suggestion means you can choose to listen if you want to. Now, do you guys have any Nerf guns?" Nova asked.
"Mom says they're dangerous." Sara replied.
Michael shot Nova with one of his finger guns.
"Ow!" Nova boomed and fell to the floor, rolling around in pain.
Michael flinched in surprise, smiling when he realized Nova could possibly be quite different from his predecessors. Michael kept shooting as Sara laughed at Nova's stellar acting.
Charlie made his way to the kitchen.
"Nerf...guns...aren't...dangerous!" Nova panted, trying to roll around to dodge Michael's 'bullets'. "Darn it, stop shooting me Michael! I beg you, make the pain end!"
Michael neared Nova, and made to 'shoot him' in the head point blank.
Charlie pulled a pan from its hanging place just as Michael pulled the trigger, and the resulting bang corresponded perfectly with the 'shot'.
Michael looked at the tip of his finger gun in surprise; it took him a moment to realize the sound had come from the kitchen.
Sara ran to the kitchen to pick up the pan and bring it to Michael. "A pan fell when you shot!"
Michael wrote it off as a coincidence, then stared at Nova, who was playing dead.
"Shot incoming!" Charlie informed, peeping his head out of the kitchen.
Michael 'shot' Nova and Charlie dropped another pan, timing it perfectly with the shot again. Nova's whole body jerked upwards slightly even though his eyes were closed.
"How are you doing that? Nova? Nova!" Michael shook Nova, who was holding his breath quite convincingly. "He's not breathing!" Michael turned to Sara. "Call Mom!"
Nova started laughing, opened his eyes and stood straight. "Did you have fun?" He ruffled Michael's hair, and Michael let him in his surprise.
A few seconds later, Michael took a step back. "Can we have more fun?"
"More fun!" Sara laughed.
"You're fun." Michael smiled to Nova.
"Thank you." Nova smiled back. He walked over to his briefcase, opening it to reveal three six-bullet Nerf guns and belts with several bullets holstered into them for refills. "Let's have a gunfight in your backyard, with real guns this time. " He smiled, handing each of them a gun and a belt. They eagerly put them on. "The rules are: if you get shot three times, you lose. If you get shot, you have to say so. Don't lie and say you didn't get shot, I'll know. If you need to drink water or use the bathroom, you'll have to walk through the battlefield, so call 'break time' and everyone else will stop shooting. Last man left standing wins the right to know the secret of how I did the trick with the gunshots. " He whispered for dramatic effect. "We'll play twelve games. May the best shooter win!"
Michael smiled happily, and Sara jumped up and down in excitement.
"Poor kids. They're not used to adults wanting to play with them." Charlie said. "Busy parents trying their hardest." She logisized.
From eleven to two, Nova played with them. In the beginning, Charlie informed him when one of the children tried to lie, and he called them on it. After they admitted to it, their games continued. After a short while he'd memorized their tells and he excused Charlie to clean up the house and cook lunch while he played with the children. Just as the children were getting hungry, Nova told them to take a seat on the grass in the shade. They were surprised when he returned from the kitchen five minutes later holding three plates of delicious lasagna. He finished his lunch first, and started reading a Batman comic book out loud, sitting in between them so they could see the pictures. Their mother called just as they were finishing up lunch to inform Nova that she'd be returning soon, and apologized for the hour and a half delay.
"That's quite alright-" Nova checked his phone, realizing it was already four thirty-two. "-I had fun with the children. They were delightful little angels."
"Lies, young man! We'll see what the cameras have to say when I return!"
"Of course, Ms. Green." Nova laughed.
Nova had let the children win the first few games, but made sure he won the most to leave them hanging on his secret. "I'll tell you next time." He replied when they begged him to tell them anyway.
Nova walked home with a smile on his face, and suddenly felt extremely tired when he arrived at his front door. He entered the house, and was soon asleep on his bed. It was unnatural for him to take a nap while the sun was out, so his tiredness had surprised him.
The first thing he heard when he awoke was the sound of someone he didn't recognize. His eyes snapped open, and he looked around to find himself in an unfamiliar place. "Any calls for me while I was out?" He asked, rubbing his eyes.
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