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Sunlight pours through the windows of Katie’s Headquarters, turning the dust in the air gold while she organizes evidence for her court case against Ewron on Wednesday. Papers, screenshots, random items she swears will somehow prove a point, are all scattered around her long white table in messy little piles that only make sense to her.
Katie sits on her pink armchair, muttering under her breath while sorting through photos she took as evidence. “You are so beyond fucked,” she whispers to nobody in particular before tossing another screenshot onto the pile.
Suddenly, her communicator dings.
Katie pauses, drawn to the sound, brows scrunching together when she sees the sender.
Needyourblood whispers to you: where are you? im with someone who wants to meet you
She stares at the message blankly, blinks, then reads it twice like maybe she misunderstood it the first time.
A moment passes and curiosity gets the best of her, thumbs hovering over the keyboard before replying.
You whisper to Needyourblood: at my HQ
His response came almost instantly.
Needyourblood whispers to you: ok, i’ll be there in 5, wait for me
Katie stares at the screen a second longer than she means to, then exhales quietly through her nose, setting the communicator down beside her. If Multi’s bringing someone here, it’s either going to become the worst day of her life or the weirdest. Possibly both.
As she waits, she goes back to organizing her inventory, double checking dates and looking through other potential photos she could use against Ewron in court.
She falls into her usual rhythm once again, when suddenly—the familiar sound of a warpstone echoes through the HQ.
Katie’s head immediately lifts.
A second later, she hears footsteps approaching the top of the building. Heavy ones she recognizes instantly, followed by another much lighter set that she can’t quite place.
Then comes a chirpy, aggravating voice. “Hey, Katie. I have someone!”
Katie turns around and sees Multi standing at the top of the staircase with a stupidly big smile stretched across his face.
“He wanted to meet you.”
She squints at him skeptically. “Who?”
Katie follows the direction he’s looking toward, and her attention lands on a tiny white round ball scrambling up the stairs after him.
Almost like an egg. With tiny little legs. And a tiny little knife wrapped around even tinier fingers.
Katie gasps so loudly it echoes through the room. Her entire face lights up.
“Nacho!” she squeals, crouching up and down excitedly. “My baby!”
Nacho starts hopping eagerly in place the moment he sees her, matching her enthusiasm.
“My baaaaby!” Katie coos, practically melting on the spot. “Oh my god, you’re such a cutie patootie!” She gushes, nearly tearing up from sheer cuteness aggression.
Nacho crouches proudly from the compliment, and Katie clutches at her chest like she’s physically overwhelmed by how adorable he is.
Behind them, Multi snorts softly. “Wow, Katie, you look so nice today.”
The blatant sarcasm in his voice made her smile drop instantly. Katie inhales a long, deep breath, mentally preparing herself, before slowly turning towards Multi.
She lets out a weary sigh, as if the simple act of talking to him is a daunting task. “Yeah, yeah, no big deal,” she says with a dismissive shrug. “A mother and a wife by the way.”
Before Multi could respond, a series of loud popping noises erupts from the other side of the room. Bright sparks shoot towards the ceiling from the corner of her eye.
Katie whips her head around just in time to see Nacho lighting fireworks inside her HQ. Her face twists with horror.
“Oh—Nacho! In the HQ?” She hurries towards him carefully, trying not to scare him into detonating something worse. “Nacho! Hey, sto— way to make yourself fucking known—”
“What?”
Katie stills when Multi suddenly appears beside her.
“You said—you said what?” he asks, staring at her strangely, brows pinched together. “You said mother?”
Katie blinks at him, confused by his reaction. “Well, yes,” she says slowly, gesturing proudly at Nacho. “This is my son.”
She steals another affectionate glance at Nacho, who’s still happily crouching, unaffected by the sudden tension in the room.
Multi immediately recoils. “Nooo! No!”
Katie flinches slightly at the unexpected volume of his voice.
“No, Katie,” he protests, pointing at himself. “Cause I’m the father of Nacho.”
There’s a moment of silence.
Katie stares at him blankly, processing the information.
Then she takes a slow step back.
“Oh, god.” Her face contorts into something between disgust and disbelief. “Really?”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Multi says, nodding at the same time.
“What the fuck?”
Katie turns away and starts pacing off to the side of the room.
“What the fuck?”
“Yeah. Cancel your mother subscription,” Multi says through a grin, clearly enjoying her panicked state.
“What the fuck?” she repeats.
“Ca—ca—”
“What the fuck?”
“Cancel your mother subscription—”
“Okay! Okay, yeah, OKAY!” Katie shrieks, throwing her hands up dramatically. “I’M NOT HIS— I’m auntie. I’m auntie.”
“Yes. Yep.” Multi agrees immediately. “Auntie.”
Katie presses a hand against her forehead. “Jesus Christ.”
The chaos settles for exactly three seconds. Then Nacho waddles between them and places a sign onto the floor.
Both of them stopped to watch.
Katie’s breathing slows as she leans down slightly, waiting. The sign stays blank for a moment. Then letters slowly begin appearing across the surface.
It reads: MOM AND DAD YAY
“Mom—” Multi starts automatically before immediately cutting himself off.
A loud series of aggressive “no’s” and “fuck no’s” leaves both of them at the exact same time, chaos erupting all over again.
“It’s not possible, Nacho,” Multi says, after their protests have died down, with surprising calmness despite everything. “Not possible.”
Katie nods aggressively beside him. “Theoretically, hypothetically speaking, that’s just not gonna work,” she says firmly before turning towards Multi to emphasize every word. “Not. Gonna. Work.”
He snorts. “Yeah. It’s not possible.” Then he turns back towards Nacho, making sure the tiny creature fully understood.
Another pair of footsteps climbing up the staircase suddenly grabs both of their attention. Katie and Multi turn towards the sound at the same time.
A second later, Pierre steps into view.
Katie immediately notices the way Multi’s expression darkens beside her. It’s subtle, barely there, but his mouth curls into a small scowl the moment he sees him.
“Nacho, I found you!” Pierre’s voice is bright with relief as he walks straight toward the tiny creature without even sparing Katie or Multi a glance.
Nacho reacts instantly, scooting backwards into the corner of the room, tiny knife raised shakily in front of him.
Katie’s brows furrow.
“Why did you run from me?” Pierre asks, his smile fading into a sad little frown.
Multi takes a protective step forward. “Please, please, Pierre—”
But before he can finish whatever he was going to say, Nacho darts around Pierre on his tiny little legs and rushes straight behind Katie instead. Katie then feels tiny hands clutching at the fabric of her trousers as Nacho peeks out nervously from behind her.
And just like that, every single motherly instinct in her body kicks in.
Without thinking twice, Katie opens her inventory and pulls out a wooden boat.
Multi and Pierre both stare at her as she places it down on the HQ floor and hops into it immediately.
“Come on, Nacho, get in,” she whispers urgently, patting the seat behind her.
There’s absolutely no point trying to be sneaky considering both men are openly staring at her like she’s lost her mind.
A hot flush creeps up Katie’s neck at the realization, and she wonders how ridiculous she must look.
She quickly shrugs it off, however, focusing on the more pressing issue at hand.
Nacho scrambles into the boat obediently while Katie hurriedly fumbles through her inventory for her warpstone.
Pierre’s expression changes the second he realizes what she’s trying to do.
“Hey— hey, no!” He lunges toward them with surprising speed, panic bleeding into his voice as he punches the side of the boat repeatedly, trying to stop them from teleporting away.
Katie’s heart jumps into her throat. The hits grow more frantic by the second making the boat rock violently.
In the blink of an eye, Multi’s shoving Pierre away from the boat, planting himself between him and Nacho.
“Pierre, leave him alone.” He manages to speak calmly, but Katie catches the slight tremor of barely restrained anger beneath his tone.
Pierre stumbles back just enough, giving Katie ample time to click a random place to teleport to.
The world distorts around them in an instant and everything blurs.
Once the boat lands with a soft thud, Katie lets out a relieved sigh and looks around, immediately realizing she has absolutely no idea where they are.
Stones of every variation line the walls around them, their different shades and textures pieced together unevenly. She turns to her left, where a metal staircase stretches both upward and downward nearby.
Katie cautiously climbs out of the boat and peeks toward the opening outside the room.
The moment she sees several aircrafts lined up neatly in a row and an endless stretch of warm blue ocean across the horizon—the color drains from her face.
“Oh my fucking god, you’ve got to be kidding me.”
They teleported directly into Pierre’s base.
If not for the rush of adrenaline making her heart pound wildly against her ribs, Katie almost finds herself laughing at the irony of it all.
“Nacho?” she calls quickly. The tiny egg perks up immediately at the sound of his name.
Katie climbs right back into the boat.
“So get back in,” she says, cringing at herself. “This is a bad place to be.”
Nacho willingly hops back in without question.
“Really really bad place.” This time, Katie slowly searches through possible locations on her warpstone. Somewhere safe and hidden. She keeps scrolling until her eyes finally land on one familiar place.
jelołstołn.
“Okay,” she mutters before pressing it. The two of them vanish into thin air once more.
A second later, they reappear safely at their destination. Katie takes a moment to admire the breathtaking view of the yellow peaks surrounding them while the trees sway gently in the wind, brushing a few strands of hair from her face.
No matter how many times she returns here, she can never grow used to its beauty or the serenity it brings.
Katie snaps out of her stupor and crouches down in front of Nacho until they’re eye-level.
“Buddy listen, okay?” Nacho stares up at her and nods eagerly. Her eyes soften immediately.
“I will protect you,” she promises quietly. “Nobody’s gonna find out we’re here.” Her body sags slightly as some of the tension finally eases from her shoulders.
She watches as Nacho places a sign down beside her. Katie waits patiently for the words to appear.
After a moment, the sign reads: THANK YOU
Her expression melts instantly. “Aww, of course. Mama—” she freezes, then quickly corrects herself, “I mean, auntie,” she throws him a wink and a grin spreads across her face. “Always gotchu.”
Nacho crouches up and down energetically before placing another sign down in front of her. Katie reads this one out loud: “Where dada.”
She pauses. Then immediately reaches for her communicator.
“I’ll tell him,” she says. “I’mma tell him— I’m gonna bring—” Katie grimaces, catching herself. “I’m not… I’m not calling him dada actually,” she mutters the last words under her breath while typing.
You whisper to Needyourblood: come to jelołstołn
Just as Katie presses send, a black, menacing figure suddenly materializes in front of them with an enchanted netherite sword glinting faintly in one hand.
She flinches so hard she nearly drops her communicator.
The dark entity stands only a few feet away, radiating the same ominous, suffocating presence every single Federation worker somehow carries around with them like a disease. Minus her hubby, of course.
She reads the name above his head: The QSMP Federation Administrator.
Katie stares at him with disgust. God, the name alone is obnoxious, she thinks bitterly, resisting the urge to roll her eyes despite the very real danger currently standing in front of her.
Her gaze flickers toward Nacho. Then back toward the Administrator. Then back again.
And suddenly everything clicks into place.
The panic from before returns all at once and alarm bells start ringing inside her head as she quickly reassesses the situation.
Nobody moves, and the silence stretches for several unbearably long seconds before Katie finally snaps back into motion and slowly, carefully, climbs back into the boat.
She turns fully toward Nacho.
“Nacho,” she whispers urgently. “Get in.”
The Federation guard is literally standing right there, only a few centimeters away now, but Katie lowers her voice anyway like it’s somehow going to help.
“Get in, get in, c’mon.” Nacho obeys immediately, climbing into the boat without hesitation.
The second Katie makes sure he’s fully inside, she yanks out her warpstone again and frantically scrolls through locations.
The warpstone glows and the familiar teleportation sound starts to build. Katie could nearly laugh in relief, a victorious smile tugging at the corners of her mouth despite everything.
“Au rev—” She stops.
Her finger keeps scrolling.
And scrolling.
And scrolling.
Until her smile slowly disappears.
No available locations. Not enough XP to teleport to a single one. Not even spawn.
Well, shit.
Katie stares blankly at the warpstone like it personally betrayed her.
Oh.
Oh fuck.
This is so humiliating.
This is genuinely one of the most embarrassing things that has ever happened to her.
She wishes the ground would just swallow her up whole right about now.
Katie keeps pretending to scroll anyway, one hand covering her mouth as if she’s deeply focused instead of actively dying inside.
The Administrator even takes a small step backward, silently allowing her the chance to escape.
Which somehow makes it ten times worse.
Bless him, Katie thinks miserably. If only he knew.
A few more painfully awkward seconds pass before realization visibly settles over the Federation worker. He slowly shakes his head in disappointment.
Then, in one swift movement, he reaches down and lifts Nacho right out of the boat.
“No, no, no!” Katie shrieks instantly, stumbling after them. “I have no levels, Nacho! I have no levels!”
God, her face feels hot enough to combust. She swears she’s as red as the tomato she’s currently holding in her off-hand.
The Administrator begins flying off into the distance with Nacho in tow. Katie breaks into a run after them immediately.
“Don’t worry, buddy!” she cries desperately. “I will find you! I will come for you, I promise!”
The wind harshly whips against her face as she keeps running.
And running.
Until her legs start to ache.
Until her throat burns raw from screaming.
Until the dark figure and tiny white egg disappear completely into the horizon.
Only then does Katie finally stop moving.
The setting sun casts a warm orange glow across the landscape while the sounds of nature fill the silence around her.
Katie stands there breathing hard, hands on her knees, sweaty and breathless and deeply, deeply ashamed. She spends a long moment contemplating every terrible life decision that led her to this exact point in time.
After what feels like forever, she slowly pulls out her communicator again and types in Multi’s name.
/w Needyourblood can u come get
Katie stares at the unfinished message for several seconds.
Deletes it, then tries again.
/w Needyourblood so the feds have nacho
Backspace. Backspace. Backspace.
The cursor blinks at her, in and out of view, almost as if it’s taunting her.
Katie groans loudly and grabs at her hair in frustration. She shoves the communicator harshly back into her pocket before dragging both hands down her face.
“I’ll just fucking walk home,” she mutters bitterly to no one but herself.
A tired grunt leaves her chest. Then she starts walking.
“What the fuck do you mean you lost him?”
Multi’s voice booms through the room, shaking with unrestrained fury that Katie physically flinches. The words hit her like a slap and she instinctively shrinks back.
“Okay, no need to shout,” she mutters under her breath, but there’s no real fight behind it. Her head hangs low with shame a heavy weight on her shoulders, eyes fixed somewhere near the floorboards because she can’t bear to look at him directly.
She hears Multi scoff as one hand drags harshly through his hair while the other settles on his hip, restless and tense and angry.
A moment of silence passes before he speaks again, softer this time: “Katie.”
She still doesn’t look up.
A long, exhausted sigh leaves him. “You understand why I’m angry, right?”
Katie huffs quietly and starts fumbling with the hem of her blazer, twisting the fabric between nervous fingers. It’s a bad habit she always falls back on whenever she’s anxious.
She nods once.
“This is our kid we’re talking about.”
The words leave him so naturally that it takes a second for them to actually register in Katie’s brain.
Our kid.
She freezes. Her fingers stop moving.
For the first time since this conversation started, she finally lifts her head to look at him.
Multi’s still pacing back and forth across Mr. J’s living area, too worked up to realize what he just said. Eventually, he stops pacing altogether and turns toward her like he can physically feel the weight of her stare.
And suddenly, underneath all the anger, Katie finally sees it.
Fear. Real fear.
“What do we do?” he whispers, voice cracking slightly around the words, looking absolutely wrecked and hopeless. The sound of it makes guilt churn violently in Katie’s stomach, enough to leave her feeling almost nauseous.
Katie bites down on the inside of her cheek until she tastes the familiar metallic tang of blood.
I’m so stupid.
So, so stupid.
Stupid, stupid, stu—
A loud crash outside suddenly cuts through her spiraling thoughts.
Both of them jolt at the noise. Multi reaches the window first, Katie rushing after him, and the second she looks outside—her breath catches.
“Nacho?”
The tiny egg stumbles into view, wobbling forward on unsteady little legs.
“Oh my god,” Katie gasps with relief.
She doesn’t even remember running downstairs. One second she’s upstairs by the window and the next she’s kneeling in front of Nacho, hands hovering around him frantically like she needs to physically make sure he’s really there.
“Buddy— buddy, oh my god.” Relief crashes into her so hard it almost hurts.
Beside her, Multi crouches down too, equally stunned into silence for once in his life.
Neither of them asks how Nacho escaped, nor how he found them. None of it matters.
Nacho’s safe. He’s alive. And he’s back.
He’s safe, alive, and back.
Safe. Alive. Ba—
Katie carefully cups Nacho with trembling hands, words tumbling out one after another before she can stop herself.
“I’m so sorry,” she blurts out immediately. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I should’ve— I had no levels and then the Fed and I—”
Nacho simply starts doing his tiny little crouches over and over again, forgiving her in a heartbeat.
Katie’s heart physically aches at the sight.
“Oh, you sweet thing,” she whispers shakily.
Behind them, Multi goes unusually quiet. He even takes a small step back, silently giving Katie and Nacho space for their moment.
Her chest twists at the rare and sweet gesture.
After their moment, Multi clears his throat awkwardly before speaking again.
“I think,” he says slowly, “we deserve a movie night after this high cortisol day.”
Nacho crouches excitedly at the suggestion.
Katie finds herself smiling softly, all her usual bubbly energy long since drained by the events of the day.
Once they’re back upstairs, she walks over to one of Mr. J’s chests and digs around until she finds a blanket. Then she settles down onto the couch with a tired sigh.
Nacho quickly climbs up beside her, snuggling against her side before pulling the blanket over both of them.
Katie giggles quietly at how unbelievably adorable their child is. The blanket barely covers her lower half, but it completely swallows Nacho’s tiny round body whole.
“All cozy?” she asks fondly.
Their child.
Fuck. There she goes again.
Before Katie can spiral over that, Multi walks over and drops down onto the couch beside Nacho, squishing the tiny egg between them as the TV flickers to life.
A few seconds later, bright orange colors fill the screen.
Katie groans immediately, rolling her eyes. “Popeyes? Really?”
Multi hums happily beside her, which only infuriates her even more. Him and that damn popeyes obsession.
Katie pushes the blanket aside and stands up to change the content to something she’s sure the three of them will enjoy. After searching for a while, she finally finds what she’s looking for.
Her Hawaii vlog.
A satisfied smile spreads across her face as she clicks play before sitting back down.
“Oh, okay. Of course,” Multi scoffs.
Then, he mutters under his breath: “Narcissist.”
Katie’s head snaps toward him immediately. “I heard that.”
Multi only snorts and she catches the small grin tugging at the corner of his lips. “Great, you needed to hear that anyway.”
She lets out an offended huff, her lips pursing into a thin line, as all her usual smart replies have been muddled by the chaotic events of the day.
After a few more beats, the room finally falls into a comfortable silence.
No more arguing, no more snarky remarks, just the soft glow of the TV lighting up the dark room while her vlog plays quietly in the background.
At some point, Katie even hears Multi laugh. A genuine, wholehearted laugh that catches her completely off guard.
She finds herself smiling without meaning to.
Nacho stays curled warmly against her side while the blanket slowly shifts over all three of them as the night grows colder.
Eventually, Katie feels her eyelids growing heavier. Her blinking slows as sleep begins tugging at the edges of her consciousness.
Unexpectedly enough (or maybe she should’ve been expecting this), what jolts her awake, is the weight of Multi’s head against her shoulder.
Katie stiffens as she glances down at him. His eyes are closed and soft snores spill quietly from his mouth.
Even in his sleep, his brows remain faintly furrowed, and before she can really think about it, she lifts a hand and gently brushes her knuckle across the crease between them, smoothing it out instinctively.
She doesn’t have the energy left to push him away. Instead, she slowly relaxes into his warmth. And after a second, she shifts even closer, carefully resting her head atop his.
The warmth radiating from his body seeps into her skin, grounding and comforting all at once.
Katie pulls the blanket tighter around the three of them before leaning over just enough to turn the TV off. Darkness immediately engulfs them, and slowly, exhaustion finally drags her under too.
The last thing she sees before sleep fully takes her is the top of Multi’s head, and the tiny feel of Nacho’s fingers wrapped tightly around her thumb.