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Once upon a time, ten years ago, there was a family. The mother was a woman named Wendy Dawn. She was cheerful and jolly for most of the time. During her whole life, she had been working as a volunteer in a shelter for poor children. Her presence was always a sign of people smiling and laughing. Along with her husband, she adopted many children from the shelters where she worked. They were her sons and daughters after all. Wendy never had any biological children, but the ones that she adopted were able to give her joy. While it lasted...
The father was a man named Charlston Dawn. He wasn't like Wendy. Charlston was always the edgy one. Once, he had been like one of the children that Wendy would usually meet at the shelters once they arrived: wary, angry, uneducated. Growing up caused Charlston to lose a little bit of those traits, but they never really left. Whenever one of the kids dropped a vase on the house floor, he was the one yelling at them, threatening them, slapping their faces. But Wendy, she always managed to keep his anger under control. She made him a serene man eventually, until they finally became a big happy family.
One day, the big family left for a pizzeria. They all ate well and had plenty of fun. On their way back, a man stopped them. He had a gun. The mother gave up her jewelry and the money, but the father was pissed. They were already so poor... He jumped over the robber, but then... Then it happened. A shot was fired and the bullet went through the neck of his wife. She died that night. And then nothing was ever the same again.
Some of the children were already old, and so they left the house, ran away from it, because they knew what was coming. The younger ones... They suffered on the hands of the crazy father. He talked with himself sometimes, punched walls, until eventually, he started to beat up the kids. He did it until they were old enough to leave the house, traumatized by what they had been through. For the rest of his life, the father lived alone.
And the children one scattered. Most of them spent years without seeing each other. The father forgot their existence. On the anniversary of his wife death, he drunk too much and went to the streets, searching for the man who killed Wendy. And he found the man. He was there, just outside the same pizzeria. Charlston ran to him, furious. The robber simply raised his gun and shot the father in the head.
Once upon a time, the family was happy...
The father was a man named Charlston Dawn. He wasn't like Wendy. Charlston was always the edgy one. Once, he had been like one of the children that Wendy would usually meet at the shelters once they arrived: wary, angry, uneducated. Growing up caused Charlston to lose a little bit of those traits, but they never really left. Whenever one of the kids dropped a vase on the house floor, he was the one yelling at them, threatening them, slapping their faces. But Wendy, she always managed to keep his anger under control. She made him a serene man eventually, until they finally became a big happy family.
One day, the big family left for a pizzeria. They all ate well and had plenty of fun. On their way back, a man stopped them. He had a gun. The mother gave up her jewelry and the money, but the father was pissed. They were already so poor... He jumped over the robber, but then... Then it happened. A shot was fired and the bullet went through the neck of his wife. She died that night. And then nothing was ever the same again.
Some of the children were already old, and so they left the house, ran away from it, because they knew what was coming. The younger ones... They suffered on the hands of the crazy father. He talked with himself sometimes, punched walls, until eventually, he started to beat up the kids. He did it until they were old enough to leave the house, traumatized by what they had been through. For the rest of his life, the father lived alone.
And the children one scattered. Most of them spent years without seeing each other. The father forgot their existence. On the anniversary of his wife death, he drunk too much and went to the streets, searching for the man who killed Wendy. And he found the man. He was there, just outside the same pizzeria. Charlston ran to him, furious. The robber simply raised his gun and shot the father in the head.
Once upon a time, the family was happy...
You walk inside the law office. Your brothers and sisters come inside with you. It has been a long time you didn't see them. Ever since... "That" happened. It didn't matter now, you were managing to getting by after all. And a week in town with your adoptive siblings can't be harmful, right? You'll get to know how everybody's doing. It'll be nice. Staying in your mother's house might be tough after the things you have all been through, but hey, that'll be for the best. Over the lawyer's desk, there is a strange book with a red cover. It is slightly familiar to you.
Now, to getting your share of the inheritance your father left you. The lawyer handed a sheet of paper for you to fill with information. He said he needs to know if you're you're really who you say you are.
After you and your siblings finished all the info filling process, you hand your sheet of paper to the lawyer. He analyzed every single one carefully. It took quite some time. With a smile, he put them all down.
"First of all, I am truly sorry about your loss. Charlston Dawn has been my client for years and... Well, he had his issues, but for some time, he had a good family too, and I believe you must feel sad that he had to go away now. As for the inheritance, he left many things for all of you, and that may be a surprise, but it was expected, sort of... *ahem* let's get to it. The reading of the will".
'To my son Lucas, I leave Wendy's wedding ring... OUR wedding ring. I know that her death hit as all very hard, but if I remember well, I don't think Luca took many things to remember her when he went away' (( @Turtler ))
'To my son Oliver, I leave my bookshelf. He was always a wise little one, a bookman, some could say. I never read many of this stuff anyway... I hope he enjoys it...' (( @EquinoxSol ))
'To my son Kei, I leave my old shovel. It isn't much, but I believe it is a good gift. I've worked hard with it my entire life, and it was tough. Kei is just as tough, and I think he got what it takes to take the shovel ahead' (( @KageKaioh ))
'To my daughter Rosario, I leave my fountain pen. Wendy used it all the time to write on her diaries, and I haven't had much use for it lately. Since Rosario was always close to Wendy, I think it's good that she gets one of her personal items.' (( @Uu-hime ))
'To my daughter Alexia, I leave Wendy's diaries. She wrote on it for many hours during the three years when we were a family, and she loved to detail anything she did in it, any progress with the kids, anything at all. Reading it, I feel like I can talk with her again...' (( @Astraea ))
'To my daughter Danny, I leave my crowbar. She was always a fiercy one, and a girl like her must always have protection. I think in many ways, she ended up like me, and I never wanted it to happen, but it did happened anyway. I apologize.' (( @Cwolf0615 ))
The lawyer finished the read of the will, and looked at you and all the other siblings. He took the red book from the desk and offered it to any of you. "I found this at Charlston belongings, and it isn't really listed anywhere on the will, so I guess any of you can have it. Which of you want this pop-up book, the...", he turned the cover so he could see it again. "The Babadook? Must be something you mother usually read to you guys".
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