Cracked Clay Cup Chapter 13
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“Okay,” said Danny rubbing his hands together. “I’m going to do the big group next.”
“Group number four?”
“Yeah, them. Why’re there three of them, anyway?”
“You’ll have to ask them that,” said Clockwork. “Au jus?”
“Yes, please,” said Danny, reaching for the small bowl of sauce. “Your sandwiches are always really good.”
“Thank you,” said Clockwork. “Will you be leaving after lunch, then?”
“Yeah, I think that’ll be best.” Danny sighed. “No offense, but I’m kind of going a little bit stir-crazy, being inside all the time. I didn’t really realize until Pandora said something, but she was right.”
“That’s quite reasonable,” said Clockwork. “The trial has lasted for nearly a month and a half.”
“Really? I think I’ve only been with each person for about a week, and there’ve only been four people. Five, if you count the Observants.”
“Yes, but you’ve spent a good amount of time here as well. Those in-between days add up.”
“Huh. I guess so.” Danny took a bite of his sandwich. “I guess it sort of snuck up on me. A month and a half… So two weeks here.”
“Yes, but please chew with your mouth closed.”
“Oops,” said Danny, covering his mouth. “Sorry.”
Clockwork nodded and patted Danny absently on the head before making a small sandwich for himself. They ate together quietly.
“Three of them, though,” said Danny. “Are they all together, or something?”
“You will–”
“Have to meet them and find out. I know, I know. Should I brush my teeth first?”
Clockwork raised an eyebrow.
“Yeah, you’re right,” said Danny. “That’s probably too much effort. But I should put in some effort, shouldn’t I?” He nodded. “Yeah. Toothbrushing. Toothbrush. One minute.”
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Danny had been in a lot of places over the last month and a half. A cute little house, two mansions possessed by people with questionable understandings of humanity, a warren of ice caves, an ancient Greek palace, and, of course, Clockwork’s purple place. He’d imagined a lot of others. Like open skies, broad fields, mountains, islands… horrible mad science labs…
However, he hadn’t imagined a place like this.
“Um,” he said, looking around the… stage? Rats' nests of cables were strewn about in every direction, and next to the curtains hunting trophies were hung. Heads, horns, antlers… hair? A tail? Whatever, this was weird, and there didn’t seem to be anyone around. “Hi?” He stepped forward over a tangle of cables. “Hello? Anyone–”
“BEHOLD! I, TECHNUS, MASTER OF ALL TECHNOLOGY–”
Danny leaped backwards, to hover over the seating area, startled by the ghost rising out of the cables. The stage lights came on, spotlights centering on the ghost. He had long white hair, green skin, sunglasses built into his face, and a tattered lab coat.
Music blasted out of speakers, rock and roll, screaming guitars, thundering drums and cymbals. A young, gray-skinned woman with fiery blue hair rose up from under the stage. She held a guitar painted with blue and pink flames.
“HEYA, BABYPOP!” she shouted into a microphone that appeared in a burst of fire. “WELCOME HOME TO MAMA EMBER, YEAH!”
“Hey!” whined the first ghost. “You said I could do the introductions!”
“I never said that. You said that. I was always going to do the intros. You think I’m going to leave it to you, when you just drone on and on and on and on and–”
“As if you’re any better!”
“I come with a sound track, audio jack,” said Ember.
“My god, you two are so loud, and you didn’t even bother to introduce me,” said a deep, slightly hollow voice. Danny startled again, twisting to see a ghost completely covered with silvery armor.
“I thought you didn’t care about introductions,” said Ember. She played a quick few chords on her guitars, then continued to use her music to punctuate her words. “Because big, bad, baddie, bad, hunky, hottie, hunter Skulker doesn’t need an introduction.” She leaned forward over the guitar. “His name speaks for him!” She started laughing so hard she floated up off the stage. Music continued to blare from the speakers.
“I, TECHNUS, MASTER OF ALL TECHNOLOGY, CAN TAKE YOUR SO-CALLED MUSIC OFF THE AIR!”
“We’re not even on the air!”
“I can’t believe I’m associated with these two idiots,” said Skulker.
“I’d like to know how you’re associated with me,” said Danny, trying to smooth down his fur.
“Isn’t it obvious, babypop?” asked Ember. “We’re you’re parents! Yeah!”
“Uh,” said Danny, looking at the very strange trio. “I don’t know about the other two, but aren’t you a little… young for that?” She couldn’t be all that much older than Jazz.
“I’m dead, kiddo. Son. Boy. Little man. I was a teen mom and all that. Totally radical rockstar living.”
“With, um,” said Danny. His eyes slid back and forth between Ember and Skulker.
“Skulker, duh,” said Ember. “Techy here is Skulker’s boyfriend or whatever.”
“It’s not whatever. I am his trusted–”
“Yeah, whatever.”
“We’re all dating, except when we’re broken up,” said Skulker, bored.
“Okay,” said Danny. “So… you’re both…” He shrugged at them.
“What does this–” Technus also shrugged, “--mean?”
“I don’t know,” said Danny. “You tell me.”
“Hm, the amnesia did not do favors for his intelligence! I liked him much better before! Do you want to see the lab?”
“The lab?” repeated Danny, backing away from Technus a little more.
“It really didn’t help your intelligence. Sad! Perhaps some electroshock therapy might help?”
“Hey!” said Ember, kicking Technus’s tail. “What did we say about electrocuting the flesh baby? What did that narc say? The tall purple one?”
“I know you know that Clockwork isn’t a narc,” said Skulker.
The three of them started to bicker. Danny watched in mixed fascination and horror.
White hair on Technus. Green eyes on Skulker and Ember. Human-like appearances. A mad science lab. Jazz’s belief that Danny would buy the absurdly youthful mother story. Frostbite’s conviction that his parents were abusive. Heck, Danny could even see them meeting Vlad in college, if he fudged the ages a little. He didn’t have any idea how old Vlad was, after all.
Were these his actual parents? Like, his actual, biological parents?
“Anyway, babypop,” said Ember, throwing a hand around Danny’s shoulder, “we heard about your predicament through the grapevine–”
“Through the grapevine? Weren’t you just saying you were my mother?”
“Yeah, but I was on tour, Skulker was hunting, and Technus was… Being Technus. We were, like, estranged. Separated. Because of the whole alive thing. Fell out of touch.” She waved a lazy hand. “Anyway, we heard about the Observants putting you through hell, and we were like, that’s not cool. So, we put our names in the hat, all that stuff, babypop, ‘cause we love you, y’know? And we’re going to have so much fun. I’ll turn you into a proper rocker yet. You’ve got a great set of pipes, kid, and you’ve got to use that.”
“But first!” shouted Technus, at only a slightly lower volume than before. “The GRAND TOUR!”
Danny took back that thought about the volume being lower.
“TO THE LAB!”
Danny cringed away from Technus. This was going to be a pain.
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“Okay,” said Danny, floating a few feet over the floor to avoid the wires. “We’ve seen the stage, the sound room, the… conservatory?”
“Never say that I don’t have taste, babypop. You’ve got to have a good piano in a house.”
“Yeah, then workshop, and the server room, and the lab.” Which had, frankly, been horrifying. Just a massive mess of electronics. The sense of electricity in the room made his hair all stand on end. “And the weapon room. Then the… hunting. Place. And. Um. Zoo.” Which was also horrifying, but for different reasons.
“Yes,” said Skulker, “our space may be limited, but you will soon know the joy of the hunt.”
“... right,” said Danny. “But, like, is there a… kitchen?”
“Kitchen?” asked Ember, blankly.
“We don’t,” said Skulker.
“We mostly order out, when the great hunter here can’t catch anything!”
“Can anyone… get in to order out?”
Ember, Skulker, and Technus stared at each other.
“Crap,” said Ember, finally. “Crap.”
“What?” said Technus. “It’s not like we have to eat.”
“I kind of do.”
“No, you don’t.”
“I do. Everyone else has been feeding me.”
“Yeah, no, we’re ghosts, even you,” said Technus. “We don’t need to eat.”
“I can kill off some of the game I’ve already caught,” said Skulker, “if we really need to. I’d like you to hunt for them, though. A little extra incentive!”
“Right. Sure. Whatever. Bedroom?” asked Danny.
“We don’t need to sleep, either,” said Technus.
Fine. Danny wasn’t touching that. “Bathroom?” he tried.
“Gross,” said Ember. “Who’s spending their afterlife peeing?”
“Uh. Me?”
“Ew. You’ve got to quit that.”
Danny didn’t think that was a thing he could actually quit. He made a face. “You’re not actually my parents, are you?”
“Of course we are,” said Skulker, mechanically.
“Okay, well, that right there, that’s a lie,” said Danny. “That’s definitely a lie.”
“It’s not,” said Technus, stridently.
“Look, maybe some fighting would knock him out of his funk,” said Skulker. “Knock him right out.”
“Yeah, some of that misplaced aggression kind of thing he’s always on about,” said Ember.
Danny had no idea what he was talking about. “You guys do know that if I can’t have a place to go to the bathroom, I’m going to leave, right?”
“Maybe even a good hunt,” said Skulker. “For old times’ sake. Give him a good chase, get rid of some of that anxiety.”
Danny really hoped he wasn’t related to these three. He grabbed the pocketwatch.
“Wait, ghost child!”
“Okay, yeah, that’s not something you call your kids,” said Danny, pointing at Technus.
“Oh, yeah, yeah, you caught us,” said Technus. “Real sharp of you, ghost child! Real sharp and groovy.”
“Oh my god, you don’t know what any of those words mean,” said Ember. “Stop using them.”
“BUT!” shrieked Technus. “What you don’t know is that we’re your RIVALS!”
Danny grimaced. “What?”
“We fought you, like, a bunch of times,” said Ember.
“And… now you want to adopt me?”
“Better us than some of the nutjobs that want you. We’d just let you do your own thing, hang out, fight a bit when you get touchy about your stupid city, or too wound up about school, all that stuff.”
“But we’d NEVER make you go to SCHOOL!” said Technus. “I could teach you in the lab!”
“Wow, that’s, uh. Touching,” said Danny. “But the bathroom thing is, in this case, a dealbreaker.”
“Aw, come on,” said Ember. “At least have a good fight with us, first. Skulker’s been practically moping since you’ve been out of commission.”
“My latest hunts have been… flavorless,” said Skulker. Danny sighed. “Fine. But I’m going right after.”
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