2.7 – My Beautiful Girls

I was shocked. We all were. We didn’t think LaLa would do such a thing, but she did. When her boyfriend came home with her one day after school, MoMo yelled at him for what he did.

It was no use. It was already done, and we couldn’t do anything about it.

A few months later, she brought home a little boy named Vulfgang. I didn’t question the name. None of us did.

Vulfgang was a sweet little boy, and very innocent. We didn’t mind his presence. The strange thing was, LaLa became a young adult the same day her son was born, probably due to the impact of the situation, causing her not to have her birthday at the same time as her twin. At least, that was our guess.

My daughter… my wonderful daughter LaLa. She grew out her hair not long after her birthday, and none of us minded. She could do what she wanted now, as a young adult. She reminded me of my mother. Even is she had her mother’s eyes, she had my mom’s hair. She looked a lot like her grandma… and she was a beautiful young lady.

A few months later, TT and ChuChu grew up. My two other beautiful girls. TT looked like a splitting image of her mother. ChuChu, on the other hand, took after me in looks. Our hair color and eye color, as well as skin color, were the same. Of course, they were both stunning looking.

As time went on, and it got closer and closer to Claire and Lulu’s 21st birthdays, when they’d become young adults, I realized I’d need to figure out who my heir would be. After a lot of thinking, I decided it would be Claire. She would be perfect for the job, as the youngest.

When their birthday came, I couldn’t help keep the smile off my face as I watched them grow up.

Claire looked a lot like her mother, blonde and purple eyes. She was beautiful.

I confronted her about the heirship a few minutes after the party.

“Claire… I have something to tell you.” I looked at my youngest daughter, smiling, “You are going to be my heir.”

Claire looked at me, terrified, “WHAT?! I can’t stay in this house! There’s ghosts!”

“Sorry, dear, but you’ll have to. You’re my heir after all,” I spoke bluntly, not really caring.

Claire sighed, “Can’t you get someone else to do it? Lulu’s more of the family-type!”

That was true. LuLu loved kids, starting from when he became a teen. Although the rest of the kids have since moved out, LuLu loved babysitting for LaLa, when she had to leave Valfgang alone in the house, usually to go work. He had earned a nice amount of money from doing so.

“Yes, but LuLu knows what he’s going to do in life. You don’t. This’ll help you figure it out. You need to have at least one child, alright?” I asked, “Just one, is all I ask. You can decide for yourself if you want more than one.”

Claire sighed, figuring out I was going to win this argument, “Fine… I’ll do it.”

“Thank you.”

2.6 – All the Kids Are Growing

MoMo really likes the telescope. He uses it constantly. I think he’s going to be an astronaut when he’s older. I hope he conquers the stars!

Claire and LuLu really like each other’s company. They love playing tag together, and go on till late at night, so I have to pretty much force them to go to bed.

I grew up a few days after I managed to get a promotion. It was a relief, getting a midlife crisis and also the watcher allowing me to pretty much shave my head. Of course, I kept my beard.

I liked my new haircut a lot. I got a grey and black tiger striped shirt to go with it, keeping my rebel spike collar, as well. I thought I looked pretty handsome, and the watcher agreed.

DD became a young adult a few months later, and he decided he’d be a chef.

“I really think this is the right path for me, Dad. My passions lie in painting and playing the guitar, but you know I don’t mind cooking while you’re away at work. I don’t mind cooking for a living, that’s what I’ve been doing since I turned 13, isn’t it?” DD asked me one day, deciding to confront me head on.

I sighed, “DD, it’s not that. Cooking can cause fire if you get distracted, like your sister LaLa does sometimes. I know you won’t get distracted, just… be careful, alright, son?”

“Okay, Dad. I get it. I’ll be careful. I promise,” DD smiled and went back to playing the guitar.

I was worried about the kid. Sure, he was a young adult now, at 21, but he was still my child. He was my oldest. I really hoped he’d turn out alright.

The rest of my children grew up fast after that.



Thea… And even if she wasn’t biologically related, I watched her grow up since she was just a baby, so that made me believe she was as much as my child as the rest of them… right?

A lot of fighting happened. I fought with Thea, and actually set her on fire once. The watcher was HORRIFIED and chastised me in her mind, because of it.

MoMo also broke up with her not long after he grew up. They didn’t seem to see eye-to-eye anymore. I ended up fighting with CoCo once, too. My relationship with my kids was falling.

LuLu became a teen, and as LuLu did, so did Claire.

The last teenagers, I realized with shock one day. After those two became young adults, there would be no more kids in the house for a while.

At least… that’s what I had thought…

2.5 – Birthdays and Prom Again!


I said a few of my kids were growing up, yes? Well, what I actually meant, was just CoCo and then also Thea. I think CoCo grew up to be a bit handsome, like his father. He looks a lot like me.

That night we had a paranormal event. It was a floating bathtub. How unusual.

A few months later, TT and ChuChu grew up, and I let TT come home, as well as MoMo and LaLa.


TT and ChuChu didn’t make it to prom, but the other kids did. I bet it had to do with them growing up into teens that day.

DD got in three fights, got denied by a dance, and then became a romantic interest with Bertha, whoever that is. MoMo ended up becoming romantic interests with Thea, which was a surprise to all of us, and he got in three fights as well. LaLa got in two fights, got denied for a dance, and also had a new romantic interest named Rickey. Thea got in a fight and became romantic interests with MoMo (obviously). CoCo got into three fights, became Prom King, and became romantic interests with a girl named Leila.


Speaking of the kids, this is LuLu and Claire. They’re my youngest children.

Can you guess what I’m doing the zombie here? I’m setting her on fire!

2.4 – TV Troubles and Elder Romances

~Hans’ P.O.V.~

DD took up painting, when he became a teen. It was interesting, having my oldest child’s paintings on our walls, but it made him happy. When I worked late nights, DD took up the cooking. He usually had left over dinner for me in the fridge, and stayed up late waiting for me, while his siblings were all asleep. He was a wonderful kid, and extremely helpful. I knew I could count on him to keep things afloat while I was away.

When I got home a few nights ago, TT was in a T-shirt and underwear, browsing the web. I wasn’t sure why, but she informed me it was for a school project, so I let her be. If it was for a school project, I didn’t mind. I hope she got an A.

I had somehow fallen for a much older woman, named Ayesha Ansari. I know she’ll probably pass away soon, but I am going to kiss her at least. I spent a lot of time over the next few months with her, and I was very upset when she passed away.

In other news, DD started playing the guitar, and learning how to. I hoped he’d do well. He wanted to be a painter, guitar player, AND a chef once he was a young adult. I really hoped he’d achieve his dreams.

I decided to send TT, MoMo, and LaLa away to Smuggleworth’s Prep School. I’m sure they’d do well. Not a lot happened when they were away, or before they left. However, MoMo and LaLa did grow up before they left.

I did notice my sister Elsa skating, when I went to the park to go look for… ahem… victims for my LTW, which is Zombie Maker, by the way.

This is the first person I turned into a zombie. The watcher didn’t care to film the rest, so ignore that.

I ended up going to my sibling’s house to go fix their TV. These two are my nieces, and while I can’t recall their names, they obviously are both girls and have my mother’s hair.

While I was there, though, I found out Anna was expecting and listened, while Alana was freaking out about their broken TV.

I fixed their TV, before I was forced to leave, which was fine with me. A few of my kids are growing up tomorrow.

2.3 – Thea

~Thea’s P.O.V.~

I was only a few months old when I was taken from my native land. I do not speak the human tongue, so the Watcher will translate for you, when I speak. I was born blind, but I keep that to myself. It is the reason why my eyes are… “white”, like my “father” says. I know he is not truly my father. He doesn’t not sound like him, but I know he will do for now.

I apparently have 6 siblings, soon to be 8. DD is the oldest, a teenager, as I’m told. CoCo is the second oldest, also a teen, then the twins, MoMo and LaLa, then me, and then finally the other twins, TT and ChuChu. I usually do not play with my siblings, but I do speak to them from time to time, or at least I try. They don’t understand my language. The language of the elves.

Nobody does, in this strange land that I now call home. I say it is strange, for many reasons. One, I have to go to something called “school”. Two, nobody here know the elvish tongue. Three, I am regarded as strange and weird, especially at “school”.

I know from the elvish book written in Braille, that I should not be going to “school”, and instead focus on learning how to fight. It’s a very old, dusty book, but it’s written in the elvish language, and in Braille version, as well… so it does well in teaching me my people’s history and past. I very much enjoy reading this book. I spend most of my free time doing so.

Currently, I am reading that book. I enjoy it so, while hearing TT’s footsteps. I glance up, frowning. TT is likely standing in front of me now.

“Give me the book,” She says, likely with her hand out, reaching for the book that I hold dear.

I frown, and respond in my native tongue, “Lala. Sina na- mime parma, mime lumequentale, ar -yes’s vamme important ana tye. Whime care- tye mére- -yes? No. This is my book, my history, and it’s not important to you. Why do you want it?

TT huffs, and takes the book from me, “This stupid, dusty old thing. I don’t see why you like it. You’re so weird, Thea. Everything about you is weird. You don’t know our language, you have pointy ears, pale skin, freckles, bright pink hair with light pink ends, and white eyes. I don’t get it. What makes YOU so different from us, that lets you have this stupid book?”

I knew TT was evil, so I didn’t respond. I wouldn’t give her the satisfaction. I knew our “father” would give me the book back once he found out TT had it. She stole it from me periodically, so I didn’t really care. She couldn’t really read it, anyway, nor understand it.

TT waited a few minutes, before leaving the room with a huff, her footsteps getting quieter as she left. I let out a sigh of relief, before another set of footsteps came near. I knew it was DD.

I liked DD. He was nice to me, and described things to me, and helped me understand the land I was now in. He didn’t mock me or make fun of me for my looks like TT did, and I was grateful for that. I preferred not being bothered by minuscule things like mocking or being made fun of. I had too much of that at “school” and so did LaLa.

My siblings were weird. For being twins, TT and ChuChu were quite different. TT was a snob, but ChuChu was easily impressed by simple things. For example, when DD would play the guitar, which is a hobby he picked up, along with painting, not long after he became a teen. I loved listening to DD play the guitar. It helped me relax and just daydream without caring about what other sounds in the house were, and their purpose.

CoCo was also easily impressed by things, when he wasn’t just laying around watching TV with LaLa. They had to keep the tv quiet at night though, because like CoCo, ChuChu was a light sleeper. Although, MoMo would come out sometimes, annoyed about the fact we even had a tv. MoMo HATED technology with a furious passion, that I’ve only heard of when DD would cook us dinner, when our “father” would work late, which was often. DD was an excellent chef. You could probably say he was a natural at cooking.

DD hums, as I hear him sit down next to him, “Well… how about we start with ‘how are you’?”

I nodded, not saying anything, looking in the direction of his voice.

“Good. How… are… you? Repeat it.”

I bit my lip, “How… are… you…?”

“Good! How are you?”

I smiled, “Good.”

“Let’s see… how about… our names? Let’s start with yours, Thea. Thee-a,” He pronounced.

“Thea,” I smiled.

He hummed, “Good. Dee-Dee. Tee-Tee. Co-Co. Mo-Mo. Chu-Chu. La-La.”

“DD, TT, CoCo, MoMo, ChuChu, LaLa,” I repeated carefully, smiling.

“Hawns. That’s our father’s name. Hans.”

“Hans,” I repeated.

“Good. Fa-ther.”

“Father,” I grinned.

We continued pronouncing different words. I won’t bore you with the details, but I’m very glad my brother is willing to help me learn how to speak in my new family’s tongue.

2.2 – Now

As of right now, I have 6 of my 8 children, and also Thea, of course… but she doesn’t count. Manisha and I had another son. I named him CoCo.

CoCo Clearwater

DD had his next big birthday when he turned 5.

DD Clearwater

You might not be able to see it well in the picture, but he ended up with his mother’s hair, highlights included, that she got not long after we started dating… but that wasn’t going to last long.

Hans and River Tide

Manisha and I ended up in a huge fight afterwards. I won, of course… but that was the last straw for me.

If she wasn’t going to accept me sleeping around, then I didn’t need her.

A few, long months later, Magic Mint and River Tide both had twins, and I was forced to take them home.

All four kids have since had their big 1st and big 2nd birthday.

TT Clearwater (Toddler – Magic Mint’s)
TT Clearwater (Child)
MoMo Clearwater (Toddler – River Tide’s)
MoMo Clearwater (Child)
ChuChu Clearwater (Toddler – River Tide’s)
ChuChu Clearwater (Child)
LaLa Clearwater (Toddler – Magic Mint’s)
LaLa Clearwater (Child)

… and, just for the heck of it, I’ll let you see Thea, even if she’s not my kin.


Thea was definitely the most interesting looking. Freckles, pink hair, white eyes, pale skin, pointy ears. It was weird.

She’s an elf.

… What?

Thea. She’s the last of the elves. You have to raise her right, and she will be a queen.

I don’t understand…

You will at some point, I promise. Just make sure she turns out alright.

Alright… I’ll try, Watcher.



… Is that all?

… And then I’ll reward her with a new dollhouse.


Alright, small question… should I include Thea in the heir poll for this gen?

Keep in mind, I have made her not related to the family, therefore she COULD end up a spouse of one of the kids. Either way, I just wanted to ask this question, mostly because I’m curious about it.

2.1 – New Beginnings

Ever since I was a child, I could hear the watcher. The great one. The person controlling our destinies. They told me that there would be a baby at my doorstep, in a few years.

I didn’t understand why, but I wasn’t that great of a child. I got into fights with my dad a lot.

I wasn’t that better as a teen, either. Fighting with my siblings all the time, but I was just learning from my parents.

You see, my parents weren’t perfect. They fought ALLLL the time. Hell, after my mom passed, the six of us didn’t know who should take the house. My siblings decided I should, since Mom had told me I was going to be heir.

I decided to agree, but I wasn’t sure what to do with the house and the land, but the first thing I did was set off for University.

Not a lot happened, really. I got a girlfriend, her name is Manisha, by the way. I figured out what I wanted to do in life. I decided that instead of having one girl, to make this easier, I’d sleep around and hopefully get my 8 kids in no time, plus… by the time they became teens, I could just take them back home. Super easy.

A few months passed by, and we welcomed our first child, a son, named DD.

Things were pretty quiet, for a few years. Until, like the watcher had told me, a baby appeared on our doorstep. I named her Thea, after the goddess of sight. It seemed like a very fitting name for a child that I was told of by the watcher.