SPM: Generations

I had to hold a hand over my mouth to keep any noise from escaping. Count Bleck was HERE. HE WAS IN MARIO AND PEACH'S CASTLE! Worst of all, he had apparently found Timpani first. Based on what I could see, Timpani had been shown to a guest bedroom of sorts for the night. It was foolish to stay here, but she probably did it on the off chance that my friends and I would come back.

She must be worried sick about all of us...

Also, how could I tell that it was Bleck and not Blumiere? I knew it was Bleck because even though he clearly cleaned himself up from being imprisoned for so long, his extremely paled skin and fiery red eyes gave it away.

After hearing Uncle Luigi's storytime, I shuddered upon seeing Count Bleck's true appearance. He stood tall and proud, his smile crooked no matter what intention was behind it. Fancy cloak, top hat, and monocle, yes, but he was still missing his staff with the blue gem Luigi told me about.

It appears that Maastor is still holding onto his father's staff.

"What is he doing here..?!" I harshly whispered under my breath, trying to focus on the issue at hand.

Timpani looked upset, to say the least, so it was safe to assume she didn't invite him here or something. She had on a nightgown and her white hair was slightly messy, so she was probably getting ready for bed when this started. She was currently standing beside a bed, glaring across the room at the intruder.

Count Bleck on the other hand looked extremely calm with little to no emotion on his face at the moment, despite standing in front of an upturned desk with a lamp shattered on the floor. He was standing across from Timpani, the bed being the only obstacle between the two. Bleck seemed to have teleported inside the room, so Timpani had most likely knocked over the desk either in self-defense or simply from being startled.

After all, it's not every day you see an evil version of your husband break into your room.

"I don't have it," Timpani stated, narrowing her eyes into a glare directed at the Count.

Bleck tsked in response, his hands folded behind his back. It seems that I came in about mid-confrontation.

"It was not a question of whether or not YOU have the items, Count Bleck reiterated, it was whether or not you KNOW of their whereabouts!" Count Bleck exclaimed.

Timpani scoffed, briefly lifting a hand to move some hair from her face.

"Why should I even tell you? You already sent that poor boy, Dimentio and Mr.L's son, on some wild search to find them!" Timpani retorted, lifting her voice. "Is that not enough for you?!"

Count Bleck narrowed his visible eye in return, leaning forward and pressing his hands onto the bed so he didn't lose his balance as he did.

"Is it SO MUCH for you to imagine that Count Bleck wants to ensure our child's future?! Count Bleck has already told you and he will tell you again, Count Bleck NEEDS the Chaos Heart and Dark Prognosticus to help our son!" Count Bleck shouted.

I'm not gonna lie, watching this felt like watching a divorced couple argue over their kid. Except in this case, Timpani doesn't really know what he's talking about.

"MY son, Bleck! He is Blumiere and I's son! I do NOT want you involved in ANYTHING with my son's life if THIS is how you're going to go about things!" Timpani exclaimed.

Both of them were brimming with rage, both of them most likely having already planned these arguments for the other for years. While Count Bleck was an embodiment of Blumiere's hate, rage, jealousy, and all other negative things, Timpani was a mama bear with her oldest child in danger.