#ahit grandkids

[conductors-grandkids-in-places]

Jail. They went to jail

what crimes did they commit

(holy shit an ask finally)

[not-a-peckneck-at-all]

he's usin' his ipad time well ah see

[reborn-ahit-au]

This is a very simple display, but for refrnace, here are conductors grandkids

Only two od them have names currently

[hatgame]

[crescentblossom66]

Yellow Bundles of (Pain) Joy

The first of the two fics that I submitted to @anachronism-ahitzine Please check out the other writers and artists.

It was seriously the last thing he needed right now, a brain-splitting headache that spread from the back all the way to the front of his cranium. It had been some time since he had to deal with such an annoyance, if the yellow bird's anger was high before, it was now on par with the force of a raging volcano, ready to erupt at any moment. At this rate his movie would never be finished in time.

His right ear-like feathers twitched before Conductor stood up from his director's chair, yelling 'cut' as he stormed over to the frantic Express Owl whose face was contorted in a mix of pain and panic, as he tried to free the tip of his wing from the jagged beak of a fluffy troublemaker. After the young bird realized that her grandfather was coming toward her, the little owlet let go, leaving a big bruise on the wing of the brown bird that handed the girl back to his boss with urgency.

The relief of the Express Owl was cut short when the Conductor glared and made a noise akin to a low growl “Cannae even take care o' a wee one. I'm surrounded by incompetent buffoons!” Even if the owls were already used to the temper and rage of their very irritable boss, it still caused them to shiver and scurry away in fear. His granddaughter buried her face in his chest, as the Conductor carried her back to the playpen that was kept in a room away from the set to avoid exactly the scenario that had just occurred. Why...Why did he have to watch over the little blighters now of all times? It was only a few more months until his movie had to be finished and that meant that he could hardly spare a minute, let alone days to watch over his grandkids!

When he got close to the door of the room the little owlets were kept in, he felt his anger flare up yet again, as he could already hear that something was wrong. He hoped that the commotion was only caused by the disappearance of his granddaughter that he was returning, but of course, luck wasn't on his side today. The moment he opened the door, his gaze immediately fell on an empty playpen. The owl that he snapped his head toward, looked like he wanted to be anywhere else just not right where he was. “Ye better tell me that ye took the wee ones out fer a stroll, laddie.”

Rather than deal with the apparent rage that the owl could not only see, but feel coming off the director like an oppressive, malicious aura, the other bird quickly stormed past him. “I have no idea how they got out!”, the fleeing bird informed as he sprinted down the hall faster than the Conductor had ever seen an Express Owl run...If only they could run this fast in his movies, maybe then they'd not get singed in explosions all the time.

The young owl in his arms started to twist and turn as if uncomfortable, which made the yellow bird realize that he was holding onto her too tightly in his angry state. “I'm sorry, lassie. I didn't mean ta scare ye.” He felt horrible, he had scared his granddaughter so much that she wanted to get away from him. The girl chirped happily when he cradled her in his arms and pet over her head...He could only hope that no one saw that. “Alright, let's go look fer yer siblings.”

He found the first one of the little troublemakers on the top of the huge barn on his set, just walking on the roof tiles with unsteady steps. Before the true gravity of the situation sunk in and he sprinted off to get the young owl, he briefly wondered how his grandson had even gotten up there in the first place, given that he could hardly walk without falling over backwards. The old bird nearly slipped off the roof himself as a loose tile shifted under him. The things he did to keep them safe...Breaking a bone would still have been less problematic than facing the ire of his beloved daughter though, of that he was certain.

“Ye cannae simply run away like that, laddie, ye worried yer grandpa sick.” He picked up the young boy whose feathers lowered as his grandfather lightly scolded him. Getting down with the fragile baby bird proved rather difficult, but thankfully his incompetent owls used their brains for once and brought over a ladder for him to descend safely.

The yellow bird only had time to thank his subordinates briefly as movement and yellow plumage caught his attention down the hallway, heading to his other set. He shoved his grandson into the arms of the Express Owl closest to him, the disapproval of this action was visible on both, as the brown owl stretched his wings out to keep the toddler as far away from him as possible, while the fluffy baby watched his family member leave while lightly sobbing. The director nearly recoiled when he noticed the state of his normally neatly organized dressing room which now looked like a hurricane had torn through it. All the costumes were mixed together on various piles instead of hanging from the clothes hangers that they had originally been placed upon. “Holy peck!” The Conductor balled his talons to fists, his sharp claws nearly digging into his palm as his eyes scanned the room for the little perpetrator that he found with ease, as a pile of clothes in the back moved and gave away the position of his second granddaughter. The little bird was revealed after he tossed neck scarfs, vest, and purposefully ripped and dirtied trousers behind him. Not noticing his presence yet, the young girl continued to put a ruby necklace on that was intended for a wealthy side character in his upcoming movie. She protested and chirped when he pulled the accessory off and carried her out of the room with a scowl on his face.

“Stay in here, ye got that? I know ye want ta play, but I got a movie to record, I ain't got the time right now.” He informed the three young birds that he had found so far, after placing them back in the playpen.

He was about to head back outside the make-shift kids room, when he noticed a couple of Moon Penguins brusquely walking down the hallway, holding one of his grandsons. The way they held him didn't sit right with neither the owlet nor his disgruntled grandfather as they held the young boy by the scruff on his neck like they were taking out the trash, rather than carry an infant. “Don't leave your little terrors on our side of the studio, a'ight. We're not a daycare!” The penguin that was holding the unhappy toddler, dumped said owlet into his arms and dusted off their flippers. The Conductor would have snapped at them if wasn't for the fact that he needed to calm down his grandson first, who appeared glad that he was reunited with him.

“It's true that ye ain't daycare workers, yer a bunch o' talentless clowns who ain't got no idea how to handle a young owl.” The two birds that had started to walk back, turned around once more, their annoyance shifting to spite. Dealing with their leader's arch nemesis was trying their patience enough already, getting insulted over a problem that the yellow- feathered director had caused himself, only angered them more.

“Hey! We wouldn't even have to come over here if YOU had these mini terrors under control! This one nearly ruined the electricity on our set by playing with the cables!”

The Western director contemplated whether he should scold or praise his grandson for doing that, on one hand, he got himself in danger, on the other, he was sabotaging the set of his rival. Instead of admitting to failed supervision, he smirked at the angered penguin. “As if he could ruin that set, it's already held together with duct tape and glue. I wouldnae even call it a set, more like shabby dump!” The self-satisfied bird watched as the more agitated one of the two Moon Penguins gritted his beak and was pulled back by his slightly more calm coworker. It appeared that the more sensible one of the two tried to deescalate the situation by getting his enraged friend away from the director.

Now he had four of his five grandkids back together, he was only missing one, the one that he secretly liked the most...even if picking favorites was a bit of an awful thing to do. His favorite grandson was nowhere to be seen though, not on his sets, nor in the hallway or even the lobby. The Conductor was cursing under his breath when he reluctantly entered the one area that he hadn't looked yet, his rival's side of the studio. Given that the Moon Penguins had brought back one of the little blighters, it wasn't far-fetched to assume that the young boy was over there as well. He ignored the stares and the confusion on the penguins, that seemed to stop dead in their tracks and ceased what they were doing the moment they spotted the Western director just barge in and walk through the sets and down the hallway. When one brave penguin decided to try and stop the yellow owl, he was met with a death-glare and a low growl, which caused the poor bird to step back.

After reaching the end of the hallway, completely unopposed, the Conductor could hear the happy chirps of his missing grandson...and when he opened the door, he was greeted by a sight that he would never have expected. His grandson was smiling widely and made happy chirps and giggles while being lightly thrown into the air and when caught again by none other than his rival. “Come on, darling, up you go again.” The disco-loving bird tossed the boy, who flapped his tiny wings up and down, as if trying to catch the wind to fly, while seemingly having a lot of fun. Fun was the last thing that his grandpa had, however, as he stomped his way into the room.

“What do ye think yer doin' ta me grandson?!” The DJ seemed to not have heard him enter, being so focused on the baby bird, he gasped and visibly flinched while catching the boy again.

“I'm playing with him, darling, something you clearly neglected to do.” The way the young bird snuggled into the exposed feathers on his rival's chest made his blood boil even more, and caused the Conductor to reach out and grab his grandson, pulling him away from the tall penguin. Unsurprisingly, the tiny bird began to cry.

“Look at what you've done, Conductor, the little darling started to cry!” The owl was shocked to hear his grandson suddenly wail as he was being carried away by him.

“You kidnapper! You stole him from his playpen just to spite me, eh! Ye peck neck!” The penguin rolled his eyes at the accusation, his shades hiding the action from the other bird who tried to calm the little one down.

“I did no such thing, Conductor, he fell out of the vent and thankfully landed in my hair. I was going to return him.” The sci-fi director tried to reach out to the little owlet and the young bird rose his tiny wings out toward him in an attempt to wiggle out of the tight hold he found himself in.

The Conductor was about to just take the missing child back to the others that he had already gathered, but loud noises in the vent above, and the screaming of panicked Express Owls that were shut down by louder yelling from the Moon Penguins, caused him to stop dead in his tracks. When he focused, the yellow owl could make out “Conductor” and “Grandchildren” in the cacophony of voices. The kids must have escaped again!

Swallowing the harsh insults with which he wanted to express his anger and disappointment for the lack of competence his owls displayed, he took a look at the vent shaft that his grandson had supposedly used to get to the DJ's dressing room. Said DJ observed him for a moment and wanted to open his beak to ask what his rival was doing. The penguin couldn't help but laugh when his rival tried to look up the vent and was brought to the ground as four little owlets fell right on him. “Need some help there, darling?”

The ear-like feathers of the old owl twitched as he sat up again. “I donnae need yer help!-” He turned to look at the young birds with rage still present in his voice. “- Come here!” The owlets started to hide behind the flashy penguin, shaking with fear and whimpering. The yellow bird didn't need the disapproving glare from his rival to know that he had messed up badly...He had scared his grandkids. “I'm sorry, I...I should have taken some time off to play with ye.” His voice was uncharacteristically quiet, the confidence in it gone. They only wanted to be with him...and he had just shoved them away.

When the owlets hesitated, the sci-fi director put his contempt for the old owl behind and bent down to talk to the kids. “How about we get you some toys, darlings?” That got their attention easily. DJ Grooves sent his penguins to pick up some of the cheap plastic props from storage. The Conductor meanwhile, had an idea to get the affection of his grandkids back and had his owls set up the big trainset that he had shoved into a corner of his office and put it on his set. Maybe he should have looked at the measurements before buying it.

The young birds played with the small space shuttles that the DJ had brought for them...until they heard the high pitched sound of a train whistle on a smaller scale. The yellow owl watched as his grandkids admired the train and the three carts it pulled. He was a bit worried when they decided to climb onto the carts and ride around on them, but he smiled when he noticed their happy faces and cheerful chirps. Wondering where the kids had went, the penguin checked on his rival's set, finding the old bird in the middle of a small railroad, surrounded by ecstatic owlets. He rolled his eyes when the Conductor noticed him and gave his signature smug smile, the very same one he always had to endure whenever the Western director won the Award. “Did ye think ye could replace me, DJ peck neck? Nae, ye cannae have 'em, I love these wee blighters!”

[blizzardz]

if conductro dont have eyes and his brothers do what about the grandkids

Ok so here's where the blizzardz-ahit universe gets really silly. My little version of the world is kinda merged with @soapfireblog 's version lolz

Casey's pretty much the connoisseur for the grandkids, she made designs and personalities for them and everything. I just have the honor of sharing those characters in my version of the world. BUT TO ANSWER THE ACTUAL QUESTION- YES, they do have eyes! I'm just gonna make smth up on the spot rn that uhhhh they're just really fluffy as babies so that's why you can't see their eyes in canon lmao. Though one of the grandkids when he's older follows in Cond's footsteps and also covers up his eyes *nudging Casey's elbow with increasing force*

[atariaaren]

wgat made you like conductor so much??? (/lh)

OH BOY HERE WE GO

there's actually a lot of reasons that i wont really get into here but! tl;dr i was going through a really tough time when i first got into a hat in time and i kind of fixated on him through a majority of that time which caused me to enjoy him so much, and him just kind of existing helped pull me out of that rut as cheesy and silly as it sounds?

it wasn't out of me relating to him per-se? although i do see myself in *some* parts of his character (like his hotheadedness and him holding grudges and stuff), i just think he's neat, and how he acts towards his grandkids in the SLD DLC really sold my feelings towards him, especially from him actively searching for them during the time the ship crashed, which kinda served as a "see! he does care!" moment for me i suppose?

but, i mean??? even regardless of that- he's a scottish owl who has a really cool design thats voiced by the joker AND smash ultimate guy, why wouldnt i like him? why wouldnt YOU like him? this is now connie propaganda go show him love!

anyway i guess my simple enjoyment for him developed into a mini fictional crush for some time because hes been part of the polycule for awhile despite me not even realizing im gay until. recently /hj

though fyi! hes not actually my only favorite character in ahit, HOWEVER he is my #1 fave which is why i draw and post him a bunch hehe, hope this helps!!!

[down-with-the-mafia]

hmmm some random ahit holiday headcanons

- The mafia celebrate a holiday called Fishmas. It's basically Christmas except everything is fish themed. Their holiday lights are shaped like fish. It never snows in mafia town and I'm pretty sure the only trees there are palm trees, so they decorate the palm trees with lights and garlands and stuff. It's chillier than usual in winter even if there's no snow so they might dress a bit warmer than usual but probably not heavy coats or anything

- the people originally from the island don't celebrate that, though, it's just the mafia. Mu used to celebrate a holiday called Star Day with her family. It was celebrated winter solstice (the longest night of the year) and is usually spent stargazing with friends and family. Stories would be shared about constellations, like legends and mythology and stuff. Mu doesn't really celebrate anymore because she doesn't have a way of getting decorations and if she tried to throw a party of any kind the mafia would ruin it, but she might still try to give little gifts to the coffee clerks and stuff.

- idk what they'd call it but I think the owls would like. get a week off of work and school and all that to spend at home with family. Probably a lot of bird food, like idk birdseed pie or something. Conductor spends the holiday with his whole family, they all get together (his brothers, kids, grandkids, etc.) and eat a big meal. They don't really give gifts other than the food, but Cond usually tries to release a holiday movie before then and he'd watch that with his family. It's cold so they hang out around the fire place. Cond probably drinks too much =/

- Penguins just celebrate the new year. Celebrations are pretty much the same as normal (as in our world I mean), but again I think Grooves releases a holiday movie. He gets very dressed up and throws a big party. He would absolutely have those sunglasses that say the year on them. He gets gifts for like, all the penguins, and they all get gifts for him too. How do they determine the time (for midnight) if they're on the moon you ask? Um lol idk I don't care don't talk to me

- Subcon has a very old holiday called Day of the Frost that is based on an old legend that was probably true about a being with ice powers that covered the world in ice and snow. (Very old legend, started long before Vanessa was born, I say it's probably true because someone before her probably had ice powers, maybe even her ancestor or something.) Because of the legend's nature being kinda creepy, the holiday generally has a campfire story kinda tradition (except it's more often around a fireplace instead of a campfire). Snatcher owns a lot of old books that were common day of the frost stories, and he still reads them sometimes around the holidays.

- it does snow in Subcon in winter, but it's usually a pretty light snow (what with the constantly burning forests and shit lol) unless it's near Vanessa's manner, where it gets pecking blizzards. The fire spirits have trouble burning bright enough to die in the cold, but they try to burn as bright as they can, so they might stay indoors or huddle up close to each-other by a fire.

- Alpine celebrates Twilight Fest, which is about celebrating their history and the Twilight Goat through spending time with their community with games and treats. At home, they'd probably eat a lot of soups and pastries, and common festival food would include a lot of sweets and maybe some kind of nut coated in cinnamon or caramel or something. Like Star Day, it can include star gazing and discussion of constellations, but it's usually a bit more focused on ringing bells and playing songs.

- The ocean would be frozen over in winter, so boats would have a hard time going anywhere lol. The Walrus Captain and the seals wouldn't have work because of that. Not sure if they'd have a specific holiday, but they'd get a break from work. I could picture the seals making snowmen or something tbh.

- I think the metro also just celebrates New Year? A lot of the stores probably go on sale for people to buy gifts. A lot of winter-specific foods and drinks at the restaurants, like hot chocolate with peppermint or something. Timmy just goes to McDonyald's to eat chicken nuggets because he doesn't care but Bow would probably love the holiday drinks. A lot of holiday decorations all over the place, lots of pretty lights and stuff.

- Hat and Bow din't really celebrate any winter holidays back home, but they're happy to join their friends to celebrate whatever on this planet. Some of these take place over multiple days, so they have the time to celebrate a buncha stuff. I imagine they'd both prioritize spending time with Mu, just so that she has someone to talk about the island's old holidays with and have a little mini celebration or party. Maybe they'd also get cooking cat, and they'd bake holiday treats together. Hat and Bow could maybe try to get some decorations together for Mu's cave.

- Not sure about badge seller and tourist. Idk if badge is even from that world?? They feel like they might be from another dimension so idk if there are holidays there lol. I can't really picture them celebrating much. Tourist might celebrate something but idk what, he'd probably enjoy travelling around and seeing the winter holidays all over though.

- Hat and Bow like the holiday lights, they put those around the ship. Maybe they give Rumbi a silly little Santa hat or something.

[ahatintimestorybook]

Meet Autumn/Queen Autumn the mother of the Prince/Snatcher!

From Left to Right: Her queen design in the canon AHIT story, Her modern design in many of my AU's, and her older! modern design (this one is mostly used in @indiekidsau )

Facts:

She does have a ghost design (I just haven't designed it yet) which is blue in color

When she was young, she looked exactly like Hat Kid. When she sees her she's in tears and hugs her granddaughter

She would SPOIL her grandkids

Loved Vanessa as if she were her own daughter. She never knew the truth of what Vanessa did to her son

LOVES her son to pieces!

When angry she just smiles as a fiery aura is around her

Loves to cook!

Her name comes from being born in Autumn and her hair color

[askamnesiamoonjumper]

Any complaints or problems you have with Ahit game (plot/story wise)?

A lot of my thoughts have already been said before but only main complaint is mu, some weird characterization, and cut content:

Not really a secret that mu was done dirty as a character but from a game standpoint her plot feels kinda clunky? You play the game and get so wrapped up in subcon and dbs and the alps that you kinda forget she’s there, I feel like the game would have benefited from the cutscene with mu and snatcher being added back in, as well as the cafe scene so the mu fight feels more natural that the characters like you and wanna be friends because in canon it doesn’t fully hold up with how they act to you in the fights

OH and I think hatties diary should be more prominent to show her POV more, like think of if after every chapter ends you get to read her respective entry about it! It’d be really cute plus add more insight to her thoughts, similarly to the cafe scene for the other characters youknow? also would have loved if giving mu the timepiece was at her fight when you beat her instead, like as an option to either take it back to your ship or give it to her like so SHE fixes things back to normal and it’s not hatkid having to fix her mess it’s mu learning her lesson, plus it would be more sweet, kinda reminds me of undertale when you get to choose to spare or kill flowey or when you hug asriel it’s like that sorta vibe I’m still mad that the ending doesn’t change, though this is a case where I wouldn’t use the cut cutscene bc hat adult doesn’t exactly fit with the canon game to me so this is the only cut cutscene I wouldn’t add back but yeah if I was a modder I would so try to do these ideas because I think it could definitely help with things being less clunky

I also think the third floor of the manor could have been reused/reworked to be more fun instead of just being scrapped, like imagine if it was made into more of a maze type idea where Vanessa chases you? It has a pretty good layout for a maze type thing already well, though it would need to be edited a bit to not have beta lore but I definitely think it would help, my friend was playing it and he said it was too short I definitely think the third floor could be perfect for a more scary final room with just walls to hide with you have no tables or rooms to use like the other floors it could add more suspense I think! Also I’d love for a few more diaries like more stuff with Vanessa as a kid or meeting prince I would have loved for more letters from him besides the one or maybe he gets his own diary just one page extra would be good like with all the papers on the walls theres good opportunity to show Vanessas decent or maybe diaries from prince where he’s worried about her or something I think it’s a cool idea if the second floor is showing her manipulative tendencies in life and the third gets to show the aftermath, it would add to the creepiness definitely

Also: grooves should have been on the cruise too and or whoever is on the cruise is dependent on who you fought, I also think conductors reasoning for wanting the timepiece should have been reworked because it works for grooves he's the one who is best for for being the one you fight, but I feel like conductors motives just are bad it makes him seem like way more of an asshole which yeah he is but he’s not like a straight up bad scummy guy especially compared to how he acts in the grooves fight, it just doesn’t fit to me like maybe there can be a backstory into the specific movie it was he lost, maybe it had a family member acting in it or maybe that family member wrote it so the movie meant a lot to him and had some sentimental value, but it lost because the writing ofc wasn’t up to par with HIS writing so grooves got the award, youknow just something small like that helps so much, plus to make his grandkids in the cruise feel more natural if we are told about them or his kid or youknow just SOMETHING to make his motive work besides “lol I hate grooves and I’m the best” like grooves at least had more substance in his motives for them to work, his was more justified idk it’s just bothered me ig?

like I said No real complaints complaints but mostly just stuff that could be added to make the characters motivations and personality more set in stone and make the story flow a bit nicer is all? I guarantee if the above mentioned stuff was in the game I think it would fix a lot of the fandom issues lol

[conductors-grandkids-in-places]

dashcon ballpit please

your welcome

[artificial-radiance]

conductor’s family tree in future au =w=; characters mentioned in it but aren’t mine are Quoth [belongs to @/astrasoda] and Ziege [belongs to @/roposhipin] Not pictured: Cooking Cat being Conductor and Shop’s cousin

[reborn-ahit-au]

The Conductor's grandkids are so cute <3 <3

Does the Conductor take care of them all the time, out is he just like a babysitter?

-Red panda anon

Thats a bit more complicated.

He usally focuses on his movies, occasionally babysitting them. He sometimes has the express owls watch them while he works on something else important.

Then then are times where he has to take full care of them. Usally when his daughter needs a massive break. He cares for them dearly, not that hed ever really tell anybody that.

And I'm glad you like their little designs!

[babblable]

As a Grandpa, not only is it Illegal not to make funny faces at the Grandbabies, but against Grandpa Code.

[gryphsdeadbones]

babby mode

[crescentblossom66]

Sickly Sweet

He hung his suit jacket on the coat stand near the entrance of the small house of his daughter. She had left a couple of items on the dining room table, a box with tissues, fever medicine, and a small note that read; “I'll be back by seven, thank you, pa.” The Conductor smiled when he read the note that his daughter had left him, she had called him earlier today, she had an important appointment and, while his other grandkids were in kindergarten, young Molly had caught a bad fever and needed someone to take care of her. She had called him, expecting him to tell her no, that he'd fall behind schedule if he left work early, instead, he told his owls that the they were wrapping things up for today, and that he'd have to to attend to important business.

This was important business after all, a sick owlet was horrible and he loved every single one of the little blighters. The yellow bird slowly entered the sick kid's room, and his heart broke a bit when he could see her sleeping and shivering a bit while she did so. After getting the wet towel that was used to lower her fever cold again, he went to get her another blanket.

As he went to the living room to watch some of the inferior movies to pass the time, he thought about what his owls would think of him if they knew that he had left work to help his granddaughter. They'd laugh at him, surely, the tough and confident master director, Conductor, leaving his movie because of a child even if it was his granddaughter, they'd ridicule him, no doubt. Those buffoons would never understand, they'd just think him a weak fool and lose all respect for him, his owls were never allowed to know, never!

After a few hours his ear-like feathers rose at the sound of sniffling and coughing, so he got up and grabbed the medicine his daughter had left for the young owl. The young girl looked happy when he entered, a big smile spread on her face.

“Granddaddy!” She tried to be her energetic self, but a coughing fit ruined her euphoria quickly. He knelt down next to the bed.

“That's quite a bad cough ye got there, lassie. Don't worry, I brought ye somethin' that'll help.” He put some of the medicine on a spoon and slowly moved the spoon to her beak, Molly turned her head away with a frown. “I don't like it, it tastes bad.” He stroked over her head feather softly.

“But it will help ye, ye wanna jump 'round like yer siblings again, don't ye? Just imagine yer eatin' candy instead.” The girl looked at the spoon with skepticism.

“It's bad...you wouldn't eat it.” She says and turns her head.

He sighed, “If I eat, and I think it's okay? Will ye take yer medicine?” The female owlet nodded and looked at him expectantly.

“It tastes like shampoo” She stuck out her tongue and cringed. Never mind the fact that she apparently taste tested shampoo, he got another spoon and poured some of the oddly, smelling liquid on it, before shoving it in his beak in front of her....She was right, it tasted absolutely terrible, it tasted almost as bad as the disgusting tuna sandwiches the moon penguins ate a lot. Absolutely disgusting, yet he didn't flinch, instead he smiled and looked at her.

“That wasn't so bad, yer turn, lassie.” This time she took the medicine and cringed at the taste.

“How can you drink that without feeling sick.” She looked at him in awe. The yellow owl noticed that his granddaughter looked rather tired again so he tucked her back in without meeting any resistance from the young girl.

Around evening she felt better again and he found her playing with a few of her toys when he went to check up on her. When he opened the door she had brought out a tea set and was playing a tea ceremony with her stuffed owls, he smiled a bit, but that smile faltered when she spoke.

“Join us, granddaddy, I want to introduce you to Pasadena and Sir Deathtalon!” Sir Deathtalon...She just gave him an idea for the name of the sheriff in his movie, Sheriff Deathtalon, protector of Tumbleweed, the terror for all outlaw gangs, it was perfect...Wait...She wanted him to join?!

“N-Nae, Molly, I ain't thirsty.” He fidgeted a bit, and when he looked back at his grandkid, her eyes were filling with tears and she started to sniff a bit. “Alright, alright, fine! Just one cup.” So he sat down on the way to small white and pink stool and drank an imaginary green tea that his granddaughter made. He was mortified when his daughter came back and checked on them and found him just sitting there. She grinned widely and told him to sit still...He knew what she was planning and wanted to get up but Molly grabbed his sleeve.

“Do you want more tea, granddaddy?” The way her eyes sparkled made him forget the embarrassing and to him, downright humiliating situation he was in...yet he still smiled widely when the picture was taken. Good thing that none of his owls would ever see that photo, he'd die on the spot.

The picture now hangs on the wall in the living room, framed for the whole family to see, he blushes slightly from embarrassment every time his attention is brought to it.

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Good grandpa Conductor content in honor of my own grandpa, that passed away today a year ago. Rest in peace, grandpa.