Second Chances

Jail......

Mark's POV~

"Step away from the civilian." The police order and I step in front of the crowd.

The kids are in the back of the room with terror on their faces.

"What am I under arrest for?" I ask calmly.
"Hands up!"

I sigh and put them up. They come over and handcuff me behind my back.

"You are under arrest for the murder of Bob Myscerm." Wade says as he cuffs me.
"Bob? I haven't seen him in years!" I say as he stands me up.

He starts to lead me out

"You know that's total scyobi." He says and something clicks.

My eyes narrow and I plant one foot before flipping Wade and grabbing his gun as I dislocate my shoulders and turn them over my head so my hands are in front. I pop them back in and break the cuffs, pointing the gun at the police.
I turn my head to look at Jack and kids. They look terrified.
I drop the gun, the click reversing and surrender. They take me away and I sigh.
What happened?

Mason's POV~

It happened again. Papa went crazy again but something triggered it. When he looked at us he went back to normal.

"What's triggering him?" I ask aloud.
"What?" Tim asks.
"Every time Papa goes crazy something triggers it. When he looked at us he went back to normal. What is the trigger?"
"Kid, your father is just crazy." Someone says and I trip them when they try to walk past me. "What the hell kid?!"
"Don't talk about him like that." I say, my eyes narrowing.

Daddy studies me before snapping.

"Wade said something before Mark went off." He says.
"I didn't hear what he said." Tim says.
"He said 'You know that's total scyobi.'." I say, thinking. "Could one of the words be it?"

Daddy and Tim shrug.

"We need to see him." I say.

~Oh shit... a Time Skipl~

Me and Tim are sneaking into the police station. We're in the vents.
We find the room Papa is in and he's just sitting there, cuffed to the table.
Uncle Wade walks in and sighs.

"Mark, I want to believe you but with how you acted during the arrest everyone is saying you have something to hide." He says.
"What?! I have a boyfriend with two kids and one on the way. What would I have to hide? I'm clean. I haven't done anything bad except maybe forget my seatbelt a few times."
"Mark, unless you give us reason to trust you we can't confirm anything."
"I didn't do anything!"
"Mark, you attacked me!"
"I didn't have control!"
"Bull Scyobi!" Wade yells and Papa tenses up.

Papa stands up and breaks the cuffs and flips the table onto uncle Wade. He kicks down the metal door and it take twelve guys to stop him.

"Scyobi is the trigger word?" I ask and Tim looks at me scared.
"I think so......."
"We have to check."
"What if he attacks us?!"
"He won't. Remember? He calmed down when he saw us."
"But we were with Daddy!"
"What are you talking about?"
"He calmed down when he looked at Daddy and us. He loves Daddy. What if it was only Daddy that stopped him?"
"We're going to stay in the vent!"
"Oh."
"Ugh..... come on."

We crawl threw the vents until we're  above Papa. He's calmer but there's a big chunk of brick missing from the wall, his hand is bleeding, and the bed that was bolted to the ground was upside down against the iron bars.

"Scyobi." I say in a deeper tone.

Papa tenses up and starts to punch the wall. He then takes out a pocket knife and throws it at Wade who now has an arm sling. Thankfully he misses just barely, scratching the bridge of Wade's nose.
Papa starts to bend the iron bars to get Wade and I jump out of the vent onto the ground next to Wade.
I get in front of him and look Papa in the eyes as he slowly calms down.

"Mason?" He asks, unsure if he's actually  seeing me.
"Papa, calm down. Violence proves nothing."

His eyes soften and he sighs.
Tim hops down next to me and Mark sits on the ground, gripping his head and starts to cry.

"What did you kids do?" Uncle Wade asks.
"We calmed him down. It's not his fault." I say firmly.
"He went ballistic."
"Only because it was triggered."
"By what?" Papa asks.
"You'll go ballistic again if I say it."
"Was it a word?" Wade asks.
"Yep. It's the word you use instead of shit." I say and Papa glares at me. "Sorry." I wince.
"Scyobi is triggering Mark to go crazy?" Wade asks and Papa tenses up again.
"See!"
"Oh." He says before Papa is choking him.
"Papa! Stop!" Tim says and he calms down a little.
"Timothy Doom McLoughlin and Mason Samantha Fischbach!" We hear Daddy's voice yell from down the hall.

We shrink and he looms over us.

"What are you doing here?" He grits his teeth, pulling us away from Papa in the cell.
"That's fucking perfect." Papa grits his teeth before punching a new hole into the brick wall.
"Both of you calm down! Daddy, we figured out what was wrong."
"Oh. Oops." He says, dropping the act, rubbing the back of his neck.
"What's going on?" Papa asks, shaking his hand he used to punch the wall.
"Daddy was going to try and piss you off to see what might trigger you." I explain and Daddy glares at me.

I groan and hand him a two dollars for the swear jar.

"I'll assume you said something else bad."

I groan again and Tim hugs me.

"Get off." I growl at him and he backs away.
"Don't go crazy." Wade says.

I groan again, louder. I facepalm and hope this'll be over soon.

*Mason is so much me rn. Welp.... See all you lovely masturbation nekos in the next chapter!*