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Derek Everett

''Claire....jellybean...why don't you call me daddy!''

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a character in “Living-Undead Love”, as played by xfaithyx123

Description

Name:

Derek John Everret

Face Claim:

Headmaster Kaien Cross From Vampire Knight

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Appearance:

Derek is always in his Kitchen white tunic, as he is the head chef and owner of the Retro Cafe, He has sand blond hair and hazelnut/orange eyes. He has pale olive skin toning and is slender due to his height, he always keeps his hair up in a pony tail but presists that it is the fashion that men with long hair have it up.

Profession:

Head Chef, Owner of Retro Cafe and Daddy to Claire...or at least he thinks so.

Age:

43

Birthplace:

UK, Wales - Aberaeron

Height:

6'4 Foot

Weight:

167Ibs

Skin colour:

Pale Olive

Hair colour:

Sand Blond

Eye colour:

Hazelnut/Orange

Body appearance:

Slender, but healthy and slight muscular tones

Scarring, ect:

Has a scar down his right shoulder blade where as Claire was a child, they were in a car accident as well as Claire's father, the mother was deceased from child birth, He saved Claire but part of broken metal from the car stabbed him in his shoulder and sliced down. He was Claire's father best friend and now looks after her since that day, Claire's father died.

Personaltiy:

He is a loud, flamboyant character and has a father daughter complex with Claire. He is ever protective of her besides playing around with her. He has a dark seriousness about him though, and ask him about Claire or his scar and he'd become a monster as that day wounded him and still has a hard time dealing with it, you could say Claire is the sloe person that keeps him going.

History:

He is Claire's Foster dad to the consent of Claire's father's dying wish that he'd look after her on the day of the car accident. She was but a child when he took her on, and he always wanted a child and here was his chance, his best friend (Claire's dad) gave him this chance since his Cafe kept him from relationships and so as Claire became 15 he took her on as a waiteress and though that fight and shout at eachother like a scene from a comedy/drama show they indeed love eachother.

So begins...

Derek Everett's Story

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Vari Mink



The meeting had ended early due to an important phone call, leaving Vari with more time on his hands than he knew what to do with. Strict schedules always ran the boy's life, so when one thing went out of wack, it made his whole day a big, confusing mass of spare time and late nights. Spotting his opportunity to finally get back out of the house, Vari made a beeline for the door.

"What are you doing, son?" Mr. Mink, Vari's father and the owner of Mink Airlines, one of the most prestigious and fancy airlines in the wold, called from the study.

Sighing, Vari turned on his heels and peeked into his father's study. "I'm going back out, I didn't have time to eat earlier." He explained. Mink looked at his son from over his reading glasses.

"You're not going out in that." He said frankly, "go change, I don't need to staining that shirt, it's worth more than whatever restaurant you were at and more."

Vari looked down at his clothing, he hadn't even realized he was still dressed up. He wondered why he was in such a hurry to get back to that dumpy cafe. "Of course, sir." He muttered, kicking off his shoes by the door and rushing to the elevator that would carry him up to his room on the third floor. He quickly changed into a white tee and black jeans. He then shrugged into a black jacket and wrapped a violet scarf around his neck. He ran his slender fingers through his hair and shook it out, leaving it looking slightly less combed to perfection and more with that messy look girls seemed to like. Content with his appearance, Vari jogged back to the elevator and then proceeded to the door where he stuffed his feet into a pair of custom Chuck Taylors. "I'll be back later." He called to his father as he exited the house. Vari didn't have anything else scheduled for the rest of the day and thought it would be nice to stay out for a bit that night, that is, if he would be able to find something to occupy his time.

He climbed back into his car and quickly found himself back at the parking lot of the Cafe. Sighing, he stepped out and entered once more. Some people turned to look at him, though he was pleased to see it wasn't nearly as many as originally did when he had entered in his 'work clothing'.

Vari quickly found the waitress and Derek and made his way to them. ''Do you know a good doctor? And no, not one of those damn kindergarden ones...'' He caught the girl saying as he approached the two. Derek said something that resulted in a glare from her and Vari couldn't help but smile despite himself. She was pretty when she glared.

Shocked and blushing, Vari angrily pushed that thought out of his head as he came up to them. "I know a doctor." He offered, fighting to keep any emotion from crossing his face, "what for?"

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Vari could hardly believe what was happening. "The people in your cafe are crazy!" He shouted, his voice shrill as he looked back at the people who had taken out guns. "If this is what happens when you do something nice, then I am so over this whole nice thing!" His lavender eyes only widened when he saw that the Irish man had taken up his bike and was trying to follow them. Vari considered slowing down for the man, but instead pressed harder on the gas and attempted to lose him.

''He with follow us....to the end of the world if he must, he has always been like that...since..'' Vari turned his attention back to the girl, she seemed completely calm despite the fact that her father was wreaking havoc on the road, swerving around through traffic. He took a deep breath and sighed, this is what he got for trying to eat in a civilian restaurant for once. He could already feel a migraine coming on. ''That is a nice name, mine is Claire...not jellybean.''

He turned to look at her, she was smiling. The action had a nice effect on her face and Vari noticed for the first time that she was very beautiful.

He quickly turned away and faced the road again, realizing he had been staring. He narrowed his eyes, frustrated with himself and the fact that his cheeks were still flushed.

''This can't be normal....right?'' She asked, her voice suddenly full of concern and curiosity.

Vari shrugged, still not taking his eyes from the road. "With a father like that man from the cafe, I highly doubt anything about your life is normal." He said, his voice sounding a bit harsher than he intended it to.

''D-Derek?''

The rich boy's head turned and he nearly stomped on the brakes in surprise when he saw the eccentric Irishman peddling furiously outside Claire's window. Claire quickly unrolled the window and hung out of it, reaching for her father. Vari quickly swerved out of the way of a car and instinctively grabbed her shirt to keep her from flying out. When he looked over to her, he saw her panties hanging out and his face flushed brightly and he quickly averted his attention back to avoiding cars, still keeping his firm grip on her shirt.

"You guys are crazy!" He shouted angrily. Claire quickly pulled the man into the car and Vari cringed, praying they wouldn't mess up the upholstery of the expensive car. His heart was racing, though, and he was relieved that no one was hurt. Derek quickly scrambled back to the back seat and Vari could feel the man's eyes burning holes into the back of his head.

Vari could tell something emotional was going on between the father and daughter, but he had no interest in it and tuned it out effectively until the man kicked the back of the seat. ''But he shouldn't of took you without me!'' He whined, glaring daggers at Vari.

Furious, Vari turned and parked the car on the side of the road before whirling around and glaring right back at the man, Derek. "Don't kick the seats, old man, this car is worth more than you are!" He hissed coldly. He fell quiet though, as he watched Claire climb over into the back and hug Derek. He pressed his lips together and took the older man's glares with grace. Vari never had a great relationship with his father, but he was smart enough to know that he had stepped over a line when he left Derek at the Cafe.

Vari quickly turned back around, facing the street again. Derek's glares were getting uncomfortable. "Sorry." He muttered, starting up the engine, again, "I shouldn't have taken Claire without you." He sighed, "I'm going to call St- the doctor first and then we'll get going, okay?"

His voice softened as he looked to Claire through the rear view mirror, "how's your finger?" He asked, trying to remove Derek's attention from himself. He waited for her father to start fussing with her again before he pulled out his phone and dialed Stan's number.

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"Based on what you said about meeting her at the diner, you wouldn't happen to be referring to Claire Wilkson, would you? She does not know me, but I know her."

Vari was more than surprised that Stan had recognized that it was Claire who he was talking about. He hadn't specified what cafe or where, for all Stan knew, Vari could have been having lunch in France or something. He even knew her last name, Wilkson, not even Vari knew that. "Yeah, that's the girl," he answered, still keeping his voice low. He looked cautiously back at the car and saw that Derek was sitting inside with his ear pressed against the window. Vari couldn't help but smile, Derek obviously didn't realize his windows were soundproof. "Pretty girl, crazy boss who thinks he's her father, right? Wait- what do you mean she doesn't know you but you know her?"

"There is a reason for those unusual things you saw, which I will mention once I see both of you in person. Let me be clear about something, first: What I will tell you about the reasoning must not be made known to the public, since most people are not yet ready to know the secrets I hold. Now, where are you and Claire?"

Vari was becoming more and more suspicious about the whole situation as he listened to Stan talk. It sounded like his former classmate had something to do with the whole finger situation with Claire. He rolled his eyes at the older boy, "Stan, I am the son of the CEO of an international company. No one can keep a secret like me." He sighed and looked around, not quite sure exactly where he was. "I'm pretty sure we're on Forge road, the woodsy area just outside of Transiport. We're pulled over next to a tree that looks like it was struck by lightning." He looked back into his car, watching as Claire messed with Derek who looked like he was about to have a breakdown because his hair had been messed up. "Hurry, I'm not sure how long I can survive in a car with Claire and her 'daddy'." Vari hung up, and walked back to the driver's seat of the car and got in.

"A friend of mine is going to come pick us up, it seems I don't have enough gas to get to the doctor's." He lied, knowing that Claire knew she was going to see Stan, but not wanting Derek to make them leave because they weren't going to see an actual doctor. "He should be here in a few minutes."

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Stan was about to tell Vari to relax when the rich boy hung up. Doesn't he think I know who he is from reading the newspapers? "Well, Isaiah, there's been a slight change of plan. Claire's finger was cut off, and she is with an old classmate of mine, at Forge Road."

Isaiah held his index finger to his chin. "Forge Road? That's not far from the graveyard, at all. We can quite literally walk over there without a problem."

"That is, if we do not come across my older brother."

"You have a brother? Oh, wait- he's the mayor, isn't he? Michael August Frank?"

"Yes, the same guy. C'mon. If I remember one thing about Vari, he is very impatient, not to mention utterly arrogant. If he thinks he can do anything he pleases, he has not yet seen how Mike can outsmart somebody who doesn't know him as well as I do."

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((Time to introduce the main antagonist! *Dramatic music, please!*))

Two years. Two years since Michael fully refined his hand at politics to gain personal glory. He made a rather clever move beforehand by teaching his little brother everything he knew about being a genius at technology, even going so far as to "gift" him with what used to be his laboratory. And the cherry on top of the cake was the fact the relationship between Stan and a rather demanding girl was secretly set up by the now-Mayor of Transiport. The schemer knew it would fail and drive his brother to an emotional breaking point, causing him to not want to be attatched to very many people, thus ensuring whatever long-term project he would do after that would go mostly unnoticed.

Imagine his delight, at his office, when his laptop finally signalled through beeps that Stan came up to the surface, right before he saw him on screen. "Ah, baby brother. So good to see you, at least via camera. Who would have thought you would apply what I taught you so well, that you'd avoid most of my notice for eight months, even with cameras set up all over town to keep me posted on your activiities? You must have found the majority of 'em and reprogrammed them to work for you instead of me." The man snickered silently. "Too bad you still have to deal with my 'watchdogs' out on the streets. Still, you amuse me, Stanley. I just love challenges."

Just then, the sherrif, Peter Zephyr, came through the door. "I'm getting sick of this waiting for something to happen, Mayor Frank. We've already let that mad scientist of a brother of yours steal over thirty corspes from right under our noses, and we have yet to gather even one solid piece of evidence against him. All the clues we've gotten so far are purely circumstantial, things which can only lead to controversy during a trial."

"Pete, ol' pal..." A smirk entered Michael's features. "If you knew the extent of Stanley's intelligence, you'd be a lot more patient. Sublety is our best gadget against him. Learn it, use it, love it."

----

Arthur's eyes widened at the sight of Andy in sudden pain, seemingly at the chest. "Andy! What's wrong?"

"We need to stop at my doctor's," she muttered, slowly releasing his jacket. Her hand shook a little, but she clenched it into a fist and shoved it into her jeans pocket. Moving to the other side of him, she slid her arm through his and tugged him in the direction of the street. "Let's walk today," she said with another forced smile, this one easily seen through.

At this point, Arthur became worried like noone's business. This was the first time he saw her in such agony. She was normally a tough girl. The sudden sprinting made Arthur's inner anxiety even worse, as it indicated the urgency of his girlfriend's visit to her doctor. Surely enough, where the pair ended up at happened to be the old laboratory where the Frank Brothers used to do the majority of their scientific work. First, it was owned by Michael, who moved on to politics after handing all rights to the laboratory to Stan. Arthur was there, next to his father, to witness that same agreement made between the Frank Brothers concerning the facility. At the time, Stan was still a minor, thus he could have backed out of the contract at any time before he became eighteen, though he decided not to.

Arthur could not believe he was acutally going inside the lab for the second time. Why are we here? This place has not been in constant use for two years, now. Besides, does Stan even have any expertise on medical issues? His train of thought was interupted by the pounding at the door, then the sudden entry into the facility. Is she crazy!? We could be trespassing onto Stan's property, and my dad would not be lenient with us, at all! Needless to say, he was given a clue as to how important it was to see Stan right when he heard Andy's next words and watched her movements.

"Damn, he isn't here," she cursed, her body trembling slightly. She hadn't a clue as to what was happening to her, and she was scared. So scared that tears bloomed in her eyes. She rubbed at them with the back of her arm. "Dammit, Stan! The one time I stop by is the one time that you aren't here!" she whispered, having, indeed, forgotten Arthur's presence.

Arthur's eyes began to demand letting out tears, yet he fought against it succesfully. I guess Stan was the doctor, after all. But, how can that be? His curiosity got the best of him; he just had to know what was going on. Perhaps he could find something that could explain Andromeda's current condition. Looking around, he spotted the huge computer to the left. Maybe that will explain something.

Of course, the teenage boy had difficulty even getting the computer to start, not even knowing what all the buttons were for. Scienctific topics, though he passed classes on them with a B or more, just were not his strongest area of expertise. He eventually managed to get the computer online, though the buttons he pressed left him at a desktop full of files, among them a folder dubbed "Project Undead". Undead? What's that supposed to mean? Is it even possible? The moment he clicked on the folder, the screen immediately initiated a slide show of files concerning people brought back to life, and with what conditions. He made the slide show stop right at the file titled, Revitalization of Andromeda Attali: Successful.

That file contained information on Andy concerning her bodily functions, along with how she died. The photo showing the corspe displayed the wound from being stabbed by flying glass. That... that wound was on the chest! That must mean... Arthur finally let out the tears as he glanced over to his girlfriend, now realizing what caused the chest pain in her. She has been undead for at least a month, and she was obviously too afraid to tell him. Regardless, he still loved her, and that was what counted.

He rushed on over to her tearfully. Once he got to her, he held her close while posing the query, "Andy, you died to glass stabbing you, and you didn't tell me?" Of course, he already found that out, yet he still held a degree of disbelief. "Not that it matters, now. You're alive, again. I... I just can't stand the thought of being without you!" Arthur could not find further words, after that, due to breaking down into sobs.

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Poor Harry was more than surprised by Lucky's excitedness, along witht he fact she was completely lost. Of course, he giggled a little at the comment Lu gave about where they could possibly be. "This way! This way!" he ehld her hand ang guded her to where the room with the air hockey set was. Just then, the alert system inside him beeped five tinmes, telling him there are people upon the surface in the old laboratory. "Ah, dang! Ah, dang! Visitors upstairs! Visitors upstairs!"

Fortunately, this recreational room had an elevator which led directly to the mostly abandoned facility. The little robot took Lucky with him into that elevator, which instantly took both of them to the room adjacent to the one where the entrance was. He quite literally dragged Lucky to the door to that room before cheerfully chirping to the visitors, "Hello! Hello! I'm Harry, and this is Lucky! Nice to meet you!"

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Arthur jerked his head in the direction of the robot's voice, noticing a green haired girl with him, whom was introduced as Lucky. Could that be one of the undead? It mattered not. Andy needed medical attention, and fast. "Please, Harry, can you help Andy? She's experiencing intense pain in the chest."

No problem! No problem!" The robot let go and ran right up to the blonde, gently separating the pair. He then let out an jection needle from his arm. "Hold still, Andy, Hold still, Andy." The robot held Andromeda's right arm while injecting a pain relieving substance into a vein at the shoulder. Once that was finished, two beeps came from the robot. "Message initiating! Message initiating!"

Soon enough, rays from Harry's torso fromed into a screen with Stan displayed. In the background was a medical table and the revitalization machine. With Stan using his actual voice, the message went as follows:

Andy, if you are watching this right now, then what Isaiah Gorilla and I predicted about the possibility of future chest pains was true. You see, whenever we bring someone back to life, there is the chance that the person may experience something out of the unusual, even for an undead person. In your case, it was chest pains. While they could never be lethal, they can be agonizing. Harry will provide you with the medication you need to prevent a repeat incident of those pains. I personally saw to the creation of those pills. You must take one each morning before you eat anything. On a side note, if you are in the old laboratory, right now, I should point out that most of my scientific work has been underground since after my high school graduation, due to the fact Project Undead has to remain a secret from the authorities. Otherwise, it could be shut down because it involves using the bodies of the dead to bring people back to life. If the project were to be shut down, I would not be able to provide anything to help with the undead's medical needs, and I know for a fact nobody else would know the undead's needs better than I do.

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It took a short amount of time for Stan and Isaiah to make their way to the car, where Vari and Claire sat inside. The scientist glanced in their direction and motioned for them to come out with one hand while he used the other to hold his ipad-looking device which actually was his data container that also had a few gadgets inside. Stan wore his backpack containing some of his other gadgets. He always came prepared.

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Isaiah became annoyed at the sudden brawl between Claire and Derek and decided to try and break it up while shouting, "Knock it off, you two! Nobody's kidnapping anyone! There's a finger that needs attatching, so why don't we get it over with? If anyone can fix it, it is Stan!"

Meanwhile, Stan configured the system within his ipad-like gadget to create regeneration stitches that had micro mechanism with advanced artificial intellence. Once he had the case of them in hsi right hand, he set the device he used down, then spoke to the girl. "Claire Wilkson, there is a reason for the lack of pain when your finger was cut off, which also explains why it moves as if it were still attatched. I shall explain that to you, Vari, and the other man after the operation. May I have the finger for a moment, please?"

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Vari spotted Stan and scowled, not sure if he felt relieved or angry at the sight of his old High School enemy. He narrowed his eyes at the blonde boy, but stepped out of the car at his command all the same. He shoved his hands in his jacket pockets and watched as Claire and Derek got out as well.

It took him a few seconds, but the Irishman finally caught on to what was going on and the fact that they weren't actually going to see a doctor. ''Vari! You said there was a doctor coming! YOU LIED! I knew the kindergarten doctor would be a better fit for her. And to think I was going to go along with your plan....My jellybean needs help! Look at it! Look at it! It is moving without a hand attached to it! I knew it! I knew it! You are kidnapping my Jellybean!''

Vari clenched his hands into fists, his patience wearing thinner and thinner by the second. Not only did he need to meet with Stan, but now Derek was unleashing his fury on the rich boy in the form of sticks and rocks and shoes. What had he possibly done in his life to deserve this? Was he being punished for something? This was ridiculous!

Finally, he couldn't take any more, "Pipe the fuck down!" He shouted, releasing his frustrations in that single sentence.

To Vari's relief, Derek's accusations quieted as Clair began beating down on him again. ''Don't worry, he's sturdier than he looks.'' He couldn't help but smile, that was the first thing she had said to him back at the cafe.

"Knock it off, you two! Nobody's kidnapping anyone! There's a finger that needs attatching, so why don't we get it over with? If anyone can fix it, it is Stan!" Vari didn't recognize the owner of the voice and looked at him suspiciously.

"Claire Wilkson, there is a reason for the lack of pain when your finger was cut off, which also explains why it moves as if it were still attatched. I shall explain that to you, Vari, and the other man after the operation. May I have the finger for a moment, please?"

Vari rolled his eyes and leaned his back against his precious car, "Whatever, just fix it fast. That cafe of theirs is going to go to ruin if they don't return, their customers are all insane.

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With the finger in his left hand, Stan held the stitch container to the base of it. "I seriously doubt Claire will feel any pain, sir. All the nerves in regards to the sense of feel are numb. Again, it will all be explained in a bit." As he spoke, the stitches in the container began attatching to the base of the finger on their own. Next, Stan held the finger to the place where it should be and the stitches immediately went to work with the Advanced AI's help. They attatched by themselves before they quickly dissolved and became fluids that made the skin cells that kept the finger in place, regenerating all the cells where the cut was, in the process. Before even a minute passed, the finger was reattatched to the hand as if it was not cut off, at all.

Isaiah grinned warmly. "You see? No problem, at all. Stan Ben Frank knows what he's doing."

Stan backed away two steps, still using his real voice as he spoke. "And now, to explain why you experienced that scenario, in the first place, in addition to how I know you. You probably remember a group of thugs that attacked you? Details cut short, you did not get away from them. Isaiah spotted that group walking away from the scene before coming across your corspe. He brught your body to me, and we commenced with reviving you. Once you were alive, again, we figured it best that you were brought out of the place where Project Undead occurs before you woke up, so you that did not panic. The scars on your torso are proof of what i just got finished saying."

Isaiah added to it. "I must admit, though: I had a hard time of avoiding those thugs' attention. If they had spotted me, I would have been dead, too."

Stan nodded before continuing. "You are not the only undead person, though. More than thirty others are in town." His face went downcast at the thought of two different scenarios. "There are two more things I wish to talk with you about. First off, about what would happen if the public found out about Project Undead. Even as we speak, there is an investigation on the dsiapearences of dead bodies from the graveyard, crime scenes, and morgue. If they find out that those bodies were used to bring people back to life, they could shut the whole project down, leaving undead folk like you without someone who knows how to properly tend to your medical needs. I am not going to give my brother, the current mayor of this town, the satisfaction of outwitting me. Michael is an arrogant man who wants to achieve personal glory no matter the cost, even if it means leaving the undead to suffer. I cannot let him succeed in that, which is why I kept all this a secret from you up 'till now."

The scientist lifted his head, revealing a hint of sadness in his eyes. "That was one of the other topics. The second is this: earlier today, Isaiah and I revived a girl named Lucky Clover. She's not from around town, meaning she has no family here. She's still a minor, about age 17, I think. Lu would still neeed to go to school, and I seriously doubt she'd want to be couped up underground with me. The point is, she needs a home, which was the original reason I came up to the surface, right before Vari called me and explained the whole finger situaton. Do you, your father, or even Vari know someone who would be willing to take her in?"

((Ignroe Lucky. She's not in this post, only mentioned.))

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Stan almost shed a tear as he watched Claire get all emotional. The moment she was angry with him, his sadness became much more obvious by the frown. Why didn't I think this through? Why did I have to add to people's pain? It were those very thoughts which kept him from resisting the backhand to his face, not even bothering to look her straight in the eye while she spoke out in a rage.

''There is a reason people are either living or dead...because that is the 'circle of life'. How could you do this to me?'' She'd then collapse to the ground at Stan's feet in tears once more. ''I should of died, or at least stayed that way...At least I wouldn't have to remember what those...those monsters did to me!'' She'd then hug Stan's leg in tears. ''I am sorry I didn't mean to hit you!'' She'd then get to her feet and ran behind the car still crying though only muffled sobs were heard.

Isaiah could only watch from where he was. Sure, he could have gotten in the way of the backhand, but what good would it have done? Holy ****. A woman's fury sure is scary, sometimes.

Stan turned his head slightly to listen to Derek. To hear him made the scientist feel a little better about the situation. Still, there were mixed feelings inside him as he listened to the older man.

''Thank you...but if she is truly..undead that means I failed her father a long time ago doesn't it? I-I think at least...'' He'd then frown, looking away he'd wipe his tears away and place his glasses back on, wiping the mud from his cheeks also then turned around again, his hands in his trouser pockets. ''I-I'll take her in Stan, I would love to very much. But she will have a nickname like Jellybean has.'' He'd then laugh but suddenly he'd stand then with his hands over face and sobbed like a father losing his daughter, even is this was not so in a sense it was...after all...he didn't get the chance to protect her.

''I'm sorry, Stan. A bit much as you can understand.'' He'd then breathe out looking to the sky for a moment's pause of his emotions then back to Stan with a soft smile. ''As I was saying, I'd love to Clover into our family, at least then I can do some right for you, I can't imagine how hard it is to see these things day in, day out. I would like to be a some what...partner in this project, especially when it involves people like Clover, they need a place to stay. It was be the least I could do for the second chance you gave me, to keep Claire's father's promise.'' He'd then smile to Stan more brightly, his face still blushed from the crying though then he'd turn to the car and Claire came back out once more, her face blushed with redness also but her expression was blank though her eyes smiled. ''Yes...Thank you Stan, sorry..again.'' She'd then bow in sync with Derek.

She'd then clear her throat. ''So, where is Clover...technically, she would be my younger sister.'' She'd giggle.


Stan smiled slightly, this time. "It's okay, Claire. Don't worry about it. As for the matter at hand, Lu is over at my place, beneath Transiport. I built an underground place where I practically live and carry out Project Undead. Most of the entrances are hidden doors at the graveyard, though there are some elevators at the laboratory which lead to different areas down there. Of course, there are security systems which allow only people that are recognized by them to enter or exit. I'll scan your eyes and hands so all three of you will be recognized by those systems. I do that with every undead person and anyone else I know I can trust."

The young scientist picked up the device from earlier prior to rapidly typing to configure it to scan mode. He next used it to scan the eyes and hands of Claire, Derek, and, reluctantly, Vari. With the scanning out of the way, the scientist proceeded with typing in the proper codes as swiftly as possible.

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Arthur listened to Andy as she spoke, speechless due to the fact he could not find the words to explain his feelings. However, he understood, and already forgave her. To show it, he walked up to her while extending his arms to embrace her. All the while, a small, closed-mouth grin remained on his face. The ace soccer player then proceeded with the hug as soon as he was sure she was looking straight at him.

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Harry stood silently while being hugged. He knew things were busy, but mainly with research whenever there was not a visit from one of the undead. Either way, he found it refreshing and pleasant that Lu would take such an interest in Stan, let alone compliment him. Guiding her to the air hockey set, Harry said to her, "He'll be mad at me for this, but... Accessing Voice Journals! Accessing Voice Journals!" Almost instantly, the littel robot held still while a series of beeps and whistles came out of him while accessing all the voice journal entries Stan entered into him.

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Meanwhile, Stan just got finished with the configuration. "All right, you three now have access to the place where Project Undead occurs. Let me just contact my robot, Harry Ironhead, and tell him we will be having visitors, soon." When he had Harry on screen, though, he saw him sounding a series of beeps and whistles that only the scientist could decipher. "What the...? Harry! I told you those voice journal entries I entered into you were only for your ears! Lu doesn't need to know what I said in there!" No response from the robot. In resignation, Stan turned the volume up so everyone with him could hear. "All four of you might as well listen in on this, as well, since I think I know which entry he is going to playback: the motive I had for Project Undead. You are all involved in it, anyway, so I might as well let you hear it. Harry's that determined to play back the entry."

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As if on cue, Harry halted his sounds for a moment, breaking the silence with, "Entry recorded two years, two months ago! Playback initiating!" The little robot turned around to look at Lu as the built in voice journal played the entry Stan recorded with his actual voice, which went as follows:

March 25, 2012

It is two months exactly before I graduate. I've already made some of the basic things for the underground area where Project Undead is to take place, with Harry's help. However, we're just not strong enough to do all of the heavy work in regards to the construction before we can set everything else in motion. Thankfully, I know someone who just might be the key to that problem. He's six years older than, but I did meet him at the local card store, where I play most of my Magic: the Gathering duels. We have a friendly rivalry there, him almost always beating me at the game. I enjoy those times, though. Anyway, the man's name is Isaiah Gorilla. He's a college student who is earning a degree to become a full-time gym teacher, and he preferably wants to teach children.

Red hair, short, and surprisingly strong. You would not think he had such strength if you were to concentrate soley on his height. I saw that in motion while heading to the local coffeeshop as we laughed at how lousy I was during our last Magic: the Gathering duel against each other. A couple thugs thought that because of our appearence, neither of us would be unable to resist them as they demanded our wallets. Boy, did they underestimate Isaiah! He quite literally overpowered both those guys before even a minute passed! Perhaps, I can convince him to help with the project. Not only is he strong, but he seems to be rather logical, as well. I could use a voice of reason at my side in case I try and do something stupid, as far as social matters go, anyway.

Why am I even attempting to bring people back to life? Well... I feel as if it is not right for any of those people that are in my age range to die in their prime, without a chance to even fulfill their lives, find their special someones, settle down, start families of their own, etcetera. And even if they do not marry and have children, maybe they would find companionship through adoption or something, maybe even spend a lot of time with nieces, nephews, or other people they care about. Who knows? There are just too many things left unfulfilled for them that that... well, you get the point. I know what it's like to be unable to accomplish those dreams. I mean, sure, I made some rather impressive inventions in my life, but that's not the same. It just... does not give me the happiness I thought it would.

That is not to say I did not come close to my dream of finding my special someone. There was a girl I started going out with Freshman year, whose name I wish to keep anonymous. She was smart, fun to be around, and, in my mind, gorgeous. Of course, as time went by, she became, well, I won't talk about that. All I will say is that the relationship did not end well, by Sophomore year. I was devastated the day of the break up, tears nearly coming out of my eyes as I sat somewhere to think on what just happened. A friend came by and asked what happened. I explained it to him, plus what led to it. As I did, I broke out crying.

I decided, from that point on, I would not allow myself to get too atatched to anyone. That determination to avoid that was the whole reason I ended up frequently using voice imitations, even coming up with other voices to come off as crazier than I actually was. Of course, that still leaves me kind off coo-coo, I'll admit. As I think on the people close are mentioned in the obituaries on the Transiport Star, the town's newspaper, and see that some of them died single, I'm reminded of my own experiences with being alone. What if they were destined to find their future spouse, then were cheated out of the chance at that when killed by weapons or disease or cancer? What about their families that now grieve for them? What about the dead ones that were in a relationship, whose lovers had high hopes of spending the rest of their lives with them? The thought of all that haunts my mind.

One night, while I slept, nightmares crept to me where I saw people dying before my eyes while people who cared about them, or even those that would have met them, shouted out in agony, tears streaming out of their eyelids. The moment I couldn't take it anymore, I shot right up, wide awake, shouting for the whole dream to stop. That was the night i decided to do something about all this. I will bring people back to life, give them a second chance at fulfilling their dreams and finding love, whether it be the romantic type or not. This is the reason for Project Undead, and nobody, not even the police who would suspect me being the one taking the dead bodies, will prevent me from trying to achieve this.

For that reason, only the people I trust the most will knwo of the whole thing. I certainly cannot trust Michael, who is not an ambitious politician looking for glory for himself. To think I even looked up to him as he taught me all he knew about technology, even giving me his own laboratory for me to use for making my inventions! He's become too arrogant to trust, now. Whatever he does, these days, has an ulterior motive to it. He'll no doubt try and do something about Project Undead to get more publicity and praise from the crowd, something that could make the future unead's lives miserable. Well, I've got news for him: that's not going to happen.

This is Stan Ben Frank, ending entry.

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By the time the playback ended, Stan's tears burst out, his voice cracking as he stated, "Well, now you guys know." He took a deep breath before recovering his voice, lowering the volume, and speaking to Harry via the device he had, still in communication mode. "Harry, we will have company over to visit our home, soon. I found a family that is more than willing to take Lu in as one of their own. Do you mind preparing the lobby with snacks, drinks, and other things for our guests?"

"No problem! No problem!"

"Thank you! We'll be right over!" With that, Stan turned the device off prior to placing it in his backpack. "I'll show you one of the entrances once we reach the graveyard. Once inside, I'll take you to the lobby, where Harry will be preparing everything for your visit."

Isaiah rolled his eyes. "Let's just hope his hyperness does not screw thngs up."

"Trust me, it won't. He always gets the job done. You should know that by now, Isaiah."

"Yeah, but I always get that feeling, anyway."

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Back at the underground location of Project Undead, Harry looked up enthusiatically at Lucky while asking, "Wanna help? Wanna help?"

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...Dead.

The girl that Vari had just helped, the girl that Vari had thought on multiple occasions as being quite attractive was... dead? The poor boy was happy that he had stood against his car before the whole 'finger attaching' and 'big reveal' thing happened or he surely would have fallen over in shock.

He had seen a dead girl's panties.

The thought made him, somehow, go both very pale and very red at the same time. He had to remind himself to breathe and took in several deep breaths and long exhales before he felt even remotely better, although the nauseated feeling in his gut still hadn't dispersed. He found himself wanting very desperately to leave, he considered hopping into his car and speeding off, leaving these lunatics in his dust. Maybe he'd visit one of his beach houses for a week or travel to Rome, anywhere to get away from the insanity that had just unfolded over the past day.

He watched Claire melt down and Derek actually mellow out. He allowed Stan to scan his eyes without a single snarky remark, his usual wit contained by his shock at the revelation. He couldn't help but wish Stan had been stubborn and not allowed Vari to have any part of his work. He wondered why he needed to be included, he had only driven Claire to Stan, he didn't need to- didn't want to have anything more to do with it.

This was ridiculous! Stan was creating zombies! Vari had seen enough horror movies to know that that type of thing never ended well.

Stan's recording played and Vari was still in too much of a fog to listen to most of it, he was only really brought back to reality when he watched Stan burst into tears. It would have been a great opportunity for the rich boy to criticize his enemy, but he was still shocked silent.

He finally found his words when he saw Claire hugging Stan, a pang of something identified as jealousy reverberated through his body. "This is ridiculous," he spat, "are we going to go or not, this isn't the time for crying! Stan, didn't you say there's an investigation going on about the bodies? Well, shouldn't we be rallying up the others now?" While Vari wanted nothing to do with the whole zombie business, he couldn't help but feel like he should be helping them. It seemed he had already been sucked into it with no hope of things returning to normal, he might as well go all in and help them to all of his ability. He began towards the car, [b]"What are you guys all standing around for? We have things to do, jump in!"[b]

Maybe I do have a heart, he thought with a frown as he walked around the car to open the passenger seat door for Claire.

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Stan did not expect Claire or Derek to hug him. It left him speechless, at first. How did they figure out that death took some of his loved ones away from him? He never inferred on such. Then again, the voice journal entry did not specify who in his nightmare was involved. It could have gone several different ways.

Hearing Vari's rants brought him out of his empuzzled daze. "Vari's right. We should get going." The scientist knew there were still some cameras, even on the outskirts of town, that he had yet to find before Michael could use them to gather enough evidence to do something about Project Undead. Stan let everyone else get in the car before he did the same.

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Michael frowned at the fact no cameras covered Forged road for him. At least, not well enough for him to witness what was going on exactly. What he did gather was that Stan was there to help an undead person. He knew his little brother would have to return to the graveyard at some point, meanign the Mayor would catch a glimpse of who it was. The problem was, Stan already knew of the possibility and had robotic disrupton birds (which behave like regular, living ones) built to keep those cameras from working properly while restraining fom disrupting any other electronic. Thus, the moment Michael switched his attention to the graveyard entrance, the screen only showed static.

"Little brother, you certainly are clever..." The thought of the difficulty made obvious gave the mayor a small smirk. "Nothing to worry about. I'm patient."

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"No problem! No problem!" The little robot laughed a little when Lucky made those comments about Stan not eating. "There's food. Stan's not a plant."

Instead of holding Lu's hand, this time, he just motioned for her to follow him. Once at the lobby, Harry walked on over to a wall, where he opened a hatch that acted as a refrigerator. He began to sort out the different fruits, carrots, celery, and other snacks while whistling a tune. He even got out a few soft drinks while he was at it. If lucky watned to help with bringing out and sorting the snacks, she was more than welcome to. They were all being brought to a table with a set of couches surrounding it.

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Vari smiled as everyone finally came back to their senses and began to file into the car. "Don't get any poor people dirt on my car." He said, but smiled while saying it. A joke, something Vari hadn't done in a while. Maybe it will be nice to have friends for once. He thought as he watched Claire get into the car. He shut the door behind her when she was in and turned around to see Derek.

Expecting to be yelled at, Vari was pleasantly surprised when the older man patted him on the shoulder. "Not regretting taking her to the kindergarten doctor anymore, huh?" He laughed, then turned so he could get into the driver's seat.

"Everyone buckle your seatbelts." He instructed, buckling his own as he spoke. "No food or drink in the car and don't you even think about putting your feet on the upholstery or I will gouge out your eyes with a rusty spoon and shove them down your throat."

When he was satisfied that everyone was strapped in and ready, he stuck the key in the ignition and began to make his way over to the graveyard. He parked on the road near the entrance in case anyone would try to follow them and instructed Stan to guide them the rest of the way on foot.

He pulled the key out and stuffed it in his pocket before getting out of the car and, once again, opening the door for Claire.


Sorry for the crappy post, I've been having some serious writers block today.

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Isaiah got out to witness another bit of commotion go on. When Claire commented that Derek needed to sometimes keep quiet, the short man gave a nevous laugh. "Uh, I think Lu might be given the creeps if you two keep settling your disputes that way. Just saying. Don't know for sure."

Stan got out and motioned for everyone to hush, whispering, "From here, we keep a lid on what we're doing until we're inside. There's no telling whether Michael or the police may be watching. I've taken extra precautions to prevent them from realizing all my activities, but Michael still has enough wits to pose a problem if we're not careful. Follow me, and keep quiet."

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Harry made sure everything was nice and neat prior to hearing Lucky speak frantically. He did not even have time to react before he was shaken half to death (if robots can die, that is). He regained his balance -plus, his thought process- to reply to her apology with, "No problem! No problem!"

He next saw Eri in a mood that was unlike her. "You okay, Eri? You okay, Eri?"

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Stan led the group into the graveyard's woods, away from the graves themselves. once deep enough, he motioned for everyone to stop, right before placing both hands together to make a certain bird sound, signalling the robotic birds to let him know if it was all clear or not. Surely enough, a Cardinal-looking robot, which appeared completely organic, landed on the scientist's right shoulder, a sign it was all right to proceed. He next whispered to the others. "All clear, people. C'mon."

Just a few steps further, then he stopped right in front of what seemd to be a tree, until he snapped his fingers for bark to open and reveal a security screen. Placing a hand on the top-right corner of it, he let it be scanned, along with his eyes once he momentarily took off his prescription glasses. The moment he let his hand off the screen, it slid downwards to display a ladder inside the tree. Stan motioned for everyone to come with him before he climbed down, Isaiah following him.

The two made sure the others were inside before closing the door to have the secret entrance look like a regular tree again. Stan cleared his throat to speak up. "Now that we're in my home, we should proceed to the lobby. Harry has some snacks prepared there for your visit."

It took several minutes of walking the hallways to make it to the lobby, but once they did, they saw Harry, Eri, and Lucky, all together. Isaiah was the first to wak up to them, concern on his face. "Eri, what's wrong?" His eyes widened at the sudden realization. "Oh. Lucky's revival reminded you of your own, didn't it?" He stood on his toes -Eri was taller than the average person- while adding with a half-smile, "Hey, don't worry about it." Standing normally, Isaiah held Eri's left hand and kissed it.

Meanwhile, Stan noticed Harry patting his head to get any loose bolts out of his ear. "You okay, Harry? What rattled your head?"

"Lucky got nervous. Lucky got nervous."

"I see." The thought of it made the scientist grin with his mouth closed as he held both the green-haired girl's hands. "Lu, it's all right. Everything's going to be okay. Trust me."

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Vari only smiled when Derek threatened him, looking at the older man, "If you punch me, I'll sue you for all you're worth." He responded cool-ly, it wasn't the first time he'd used such a threat. He laughed when Claire giggled, finding it cute. "I agree with Isaiah, you guys still scare me when you fight like that." He admitted, grabbing Claire's wrist without thinking and falling in step behind Stan, tugging her along behind him.

His eyes widened when he saw the fake bird and then more when he saw the tree. As he followed Stan through the halls, he let out a long whistle before saying, "damn, Stan. I knew you were smart, but this is ridiculous. You must've gone broke paying for all of this." He quirked an eyebrow at the inventor before busying himself with looking around the place.

It was immense and took quite a bit of time to finally get to the place Stan was leading them. Inside, there were two girls, one of which looked upset while the other seemed a bit frazzled. Vari watched at Isaiah went to the sad one and talked to her. He could tell they were a couple by the way he looked at her, even before he kissed her hand.

Feeling uncomfortable, he turned his attention to Stan who was also getting lovey dovey with the green haired girl. Frustrated, he looked down at his shoes and tried to clench his fists, but something was in the way. He realized he still had a firm grip on Claire's wrist and his eyes shot up to her face, his face flushing, before he released her and looked away.

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Stan glanced towards Derek, then to Claire. "Affection? What do you mean by...?" He next noticed his hands holding Lu's, immediately withdrawing them with a blush. "W-we're not a couple. I didn't mean for it to come across that way."

Isaiah grinned mischeviously. "You like Lucky, don't you, Stan?"

"Hush!"

"The look on your face explains your feelings, kid." The short man almost laughed.

"I said hush, Isaiah!"

"Sure, sure."

The scientist regained his posture after the little argument was over. "To answer your question, Claire, I, with the help of Isaiah and Harry, had plenty of rooms installed in case visitors arrived and needed somewere to rest during tehir stay. Harry will help you carry your foster dad to one of those rooms."

"No problem! No problem!"

Isaiah looked over at Eri. "Claire and her foster dad have coe to discuss adopting Lu. Once Claire comes back, we can begin. Vari came because he was the one who contacted Stn about a finger that was cut off Claire's hand, which that was fixed without a problem. You know how the scientist is with stuff like that."

Harry managed to carry Derek all the way to the nearest room, whih was the first onein one of the several halls that led to the lobby. As he placed him on the bed, the little robot said to Claire, "He'll be fine, here! He'll be fine, here!"

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Claire would sit there and listen to Lucky with a blank face, she couldn't help this but her eyes would tell her she was happy, her eyes were her way of telling others how she felt, she was always this way, got bullied because of this but that never turned her away from this unusual quirk of hers.

She'd watch as Lucky went over to Stan to comfort him and she'd then open her mouth. ''Yes, of course, I don't mind and Derek won't either, he's just protective of family and maybe go to extreme levels....like almost get killed by a on going truck on the other side of the road as yo drive off with someone he doesn't know that ends up that you need to save his hide....but he is a good father no doubt.'' She'd momentarily smile though it was awkwardly done so she stopped, at least she tried...