[ The founder of the Black Hat Organization… she should tell Father—. ]

"𝕊𝕠, 𝕕𝕠 𝕨𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕒 𝕕𝕖𝕒𝕝, 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕟𝕖𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕕𝕠 𝕚𝕤 𝕤𝕚𝕘𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥~"

[ The girls are fighting. And by girls, she means Mother and Father. ]

[ ‘No fun.’ You’re thinking about fun while some of us are trying to survive. Little does he know, Gretchen is all too aware of the situation. It’s handled… sorta. ]

[ Father sometimes lets us keep our bounties of stolen sweets if we’re good. But no, not that. Something less inconsequential and more likely to induce chaos. It’s fair warning. Stay OUT of our mansion. Quit causing problems. It’s bad enough here. ]

[ Next time, something’s getting stolen from their treehouse. ]

[ She wouldn’t, actually—it’s… complicated. Just, yeah, bring the book back. Or else Mother will tear apart the house and everyone in it! ]

[ That’s a little extreme, don’t you think? Get rid of him and it’s one step backwards into fixing her! ]

[ NIGEL YOU’RE CAUSING PROBLEMS. BIG PROBLEMS. ]

go down there and face her like a man ben

☺️

[ This is a precarious situation. 🍪 ]

[ Genius! She never thinks to go in there. Nobody does, actually. Suddenly she’s stowed away in Gretchen’s closet, safe and sound with her cookies. Better enjoy them quick before the old man realizes he’s one less a Delightful Child. ]

[ 💭 Why do I get the feeling someone is hiding something sugary and delicious from me… in my own house? ]

[ Hand on heart, wiping a tear. ] She’s out here doing the Lord’s work. [ Collecting her cookies, thank you very much! Finally something sweet. Best part is, she won’t have to share. Skitters away in search of a decent hiding place, far from her family. BLESS, GRETCHEN. ]

[ Trying to telepathically communicate to Gretchen that she should sneak a care package of cookies into the mansion. They’re in dark times. Rations are low (Father, the jerk, ate them all). Send help. ]

[ Connie surprises a grimace. ‘Gone’ is such a permanent word… she hesitates to answer for a moment. ] ‘Right now? Yes.’ [ That crackle of electricity dancing around her step-sister’s hands hasn’t gone unnoticed. All the more reason for Connie to choose her words carefully. She knows how much +

[ Thick swallow. Before breaking the news, she decides to settle beside her, the cupcake container coming to rest in her lap. ] ‘It’s worse than you could ever imagine.’ [ Sigh. She understands why Nigel’s kept it quiet… but Gretchen has a right to know. ] ‘Father created a ring that altered +

[ Woke up is a good way to put it. Connie looks down at herself, cringing over the outfit she’s in. ] ‘Tell me about it…’ [ She adjusts her glasses, grateful at least for the new pair she’s received and— oh! a treat! ] ‘You’re my savior.’ [ Opening the container, admiring the cupcake before +

[ Still in a fog from the transition, but she catches Gretchen’s subtle signal and casts a dazed look around. ] ‘Is it clear?’

[ Ough. Gosh, how long has she been Constance? Her head is killing her. ]

LET US WALTZ INTO THIS PRANKSTER'S PARADISE! (Lit Headcanon-based C:KND OC!) (MV / Multiships with chem and age group!) (SFW only, muse is a minor, admin is 20+!) (Penned by Shiloh/G!) #MVRP // #KNDRP // #CARTOONRP // #OCRP

[ Color them intrigued… ] That would be absolutely stupendous, Mother! Then we wouldn’t need to rely on batteries or plugs! Father is always complaining of the cost. But can such a thing exist? We’ve tried to build one, but it’s never worked.

[ THEY DIDN’T EVEN DO ANYTHING WRONGGGGGG! ]

[ HELP? ]

[ They do assume they’re in the clear—Father hadn’t reprimanded them, after all. But just in case, they’re on their best behavior. ] Most of our ingenious creations are powered by electricity, Mother. The destructive machine and our Delightfulization canon consume the most energy, but there +

[ A bell… well, it truly would represent the mindless servants they’ve become. ] Yes, Mother? [ They arrive in a matter of seconds, not very keen on keeping Mother waiting. ]

[ Getting the keys to the Really Really Incredibly Destructive Machine from Father’s desk BEFORE he can take them away. Bye! ]

[ Those crocodile tears send an unsettling shiver down their spines, as if the very idea of her crying could summon their father. That threat isn’t idle but a promise. They’d gotten a little brazen, like they’re untouchable, but deep down they know she’s right: Father and Mother wouldn’t hesitate +

[ The Delightful Children appraise the massive, mutated plant with identical expressions of… indifference. Its multiple heads and enormous jaws give a menacing impression certainly—and if they were such aforementioned unruly children, perhaps they’d be frightened—but they have no visceral fear. ] +

[ They bask in her praise as all goody-goody children do and obediently trail along out to the backyard. Admittedly, their interest is piqued, but they know better than to ask questions before doing what’s asked of them first. In perfect harmony they provide further details—known weaknesses, +

Yes, Mother. [ All very doable. They smile their creepy little smiles and turn on their heels as Mother strides past them, following her. Information is what she requires? The Delightful Children are a wealth of information. ] Numbuh Five is Abigail Lincoln, possibly the only one on that team +

[ Five figures emerge from the shadows, their movements unnervingly synchronized, thanks to their shared mind. They step forward, gazing up at the newly transformed woman. ] Yes, Mother? What can we do for you?

[ Much like Father, the Delightful Children are counting the minutes until those Kids Next Dummies walk right into a trap. Mother is so… imposing. They like her very, very much already. ]

[ ⁉️⁉️⁉️ ]

[ She doesn’t know anything, she doesn’t see anything. But for the record: BLEH. ]

[ Living vicariously through Nigel right now. Tell him off! Call him another name! ]

[ THERE’S TWO OF THEM??????? ]

𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 . . . ▋ [■■■■■■■■■■] 100% 𝚜𝚞𝚋𝚓𝚎𝚌𝚝: 𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 ▪ 𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑-𝚗𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚍 ▪ ⚠️ 𝘿𝘼𝙉𝙂𝙀𝙍 𝘿𝘼𝙉𝙂𝙀𝙍 𝘿𝘼𝙉𝙂𝙀𝙍 ⚠️

(temp pinned for a Codename Kids Next Door Parent OC.) (Scribbled by Shiloh / G.) #KNDRP // #KIDSNEXTDOORRP // #CARTOONRP

STUPID, DUMB GIRLS AND THEIR STUPID, DUMB RAINBOW-DORKIES! ☆Literate, Independent Wallabee Beetles, KND! ☆MV / MS with chemistry + age group! ☆SFW ONLY, muse is a minor! ☆Scribbled by Shiloh/G! #KNDRP // #CARTOONRP // #KIDSNEXTDOORRP

𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 . . . ▋ [■■■■■■■■■■] 100% 𝚜𝚞𝚋𝚓𝚎𝚌𝚝: 𝚔𝚞𝚔𝚒 𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚋𝚊𝚗 ▪ 𝚗𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚞𝚑 𝟹 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚛 𝚟 ▪

[ She blinks, and not just because she can hardly see. That’s it? This was like ripping off a bandaid—you dread it until it’s over in an instant. Except this doesn’t leave her feeling relieved… it confuses her. All of them. They were awaiting an eruption that never came. Father was rarely this +

[ Though it’s Constance who’s called out, all five children come to an abrupt halt mid-step. It’s rare he singles them out, and his reserved demeanor does nothing to put any one of them at ease. Their attempts at repairing the frames were obviously a flop, so when it was time to come +

[ Connie—no, Constance—turns her glasses, her stomach twisting. The wire frames are bent, the thick lenses cracked... and the worst part is that she cannot seem to remember how this happened. Her mind is a fog, like she's woken up in the middle of a dream. Just earlier, she'd been standing in the +

[ Heart pounding, Connie slumps against the wall beneath the closed (and locked) window, her breathing coming in ragged gasps. Her chest feels tight. They should be safe... for now, at least. With their head start and how fast they were running, it's unlikely anyone knows the school is where the +

[ Adrenaline is what keeps her going, otherwise the cold burn in her lungs might slow her down. It’s not only storming but also nighttime, so nobody should be inside the school. Connie prays this doesn’t mean she’ll have to break any glass or bust open the front door to gain entry… +

[ They’re on the same page. Connie’s first thought, naturally, is fleeing to Sector V. But the situation has become too complex and dangerous—she hasn’t seen Father this livid in a very long time. Never mind the fact that either he or the Delightfuls are soon to be on their tails +

[ She’ll run, but not without Gretchen! Everything’s a whirlwind, but there will be time for processing later. The fact of the matter is that only a wall separates them from the rest of their evil, angry family… and she does not care to still be laying here when Father recovers. ] +