SPM: Generations

(Note from DJ: This next segment was written from my father's POV from where I left off.)

"You had never WHAT!?" Maastor shouted.

It was a tad hard to keep a neutral expression without the help of my mask, so I think my perplexion showed through without any hindrance. Why in the worlds was HE upset about me not telling my son? I'm fairly certain that this boy didn't know the full story anyway!

"I had never told DJ anything about what I had done. He needed to remain ignorant about where he came from," I firmly stated. "As far as I am concerned, my husband and I are the ONLY ones who will ever know the full story about any of this."

Maastor seemed to ignore a majority of what I had just said, releasing me so I sat back on the floor with a small "thump". I have no clue why, but he appeared extremely upset. He took in a deep inhale, folding his hands and pressing them to his face as he did.

"You're telling me that jester boy actually knew NOTHING about what I was threatening him for?! NOTHING?!" Maastor questioned.

Curling my lip into a frown, I glared at the boy.

"Excuse me, you were WHAT?" I asked.

Seeming to choose continually ignoring me, he began to pace a little. He pressed a hand over his mouth in a thinking expression, his eyebrows furrowed and his eyes glued to the ground.

"I thought that he was just trying to throw me off by pretending to be innocent. He was ACTUALLY just stupid!" Maastor exclaimed.

I was offended that he would call my son STUPID of all things.

"Now listen here-"

The boy cut me off, yelling in frustration while tugging at his long hair.

"I thought that jester boy was a liar and that he was going to stab me in the back! That's why I was trying not to get attached to him or whatever!" Maastor shouted at no one, seeming to ignore my existence at this point. "Not that I WANT to get attached or chose to! No! Just, I... GAH!!!"

The tall boy seemed on the verge of pulling his hair out with how enraged and confused he was. I haven't even gotten a word in ever since he started to - apparently - have a meltdown.

"If jester boy's not a liar..." Maastor trailed off, "then that just makes ME the one in the wrong..."

He looked disgusted as he turned to face me.

"That makes ME the one as bad as you!" Maastor spat.

I frowned, giving him an unimpressed look.

"Seriously?" I questioned.

The boy gagged and held a hand to his mouth as his face turned white, seeming to hold back vomit. He quickly swallowed and gasped for air, clutching his gut as he hunched over.

"Ughhh... Why does my stomach feel horrible right now..?" He groaned.

I let out a dry laugh, earning a glare from him.

"Maybe you're feeling REGRET for all of the abuse, assault, and torture you seemed to have wrongly given my son?" I offered with a sarcastic tone and grin.

He couldn't even answer before he fell on his knees, throwing up the unidentifiable contents of his stomach to the floor. I wrinkled my nose with a grossed-out expression, trying not to throw up as well while the tall boy gasped for oxygen.

"Y-you sh-sh-should a-a-apologize t-t-t-t-to DJ..." a weak voice croaked out of Maastor's mouth that did not belong to him.

Arching an eyebrow, I tried to place the tone.