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Let's get this out of the way, spidersona's used

Rage - Liehan on discord

Yoko - @that-one-birbie

Emmy - @toonifox

My twins

Miguel hadn't considered the thought of having his own children. Not since...Gabi. SHE was his daughter. His light. His only chance at having a happy and fulfilling life.

Her laughter, her joy, her smile...all of it still haunts him to this day. And having other children around that aren't his remind him of her does NOT help.

Rage (25), Emmy (16), Omari (15), Amari (15), and Margo (15) are the ones he's known the longest. All of them had some trait that similar to hers in one way or another. Like the universe was punishing him more.

Rage is the oldest out of all of them. Always looking to him for his approval and willing to listen to his advice without fuss. He seeks out his guidance just like she did. Amani was like this but had a harder time asking for help or voicing his thoughts but the times he did showed Miguel the kid had times of being genuine.

Emmy, Margo, and Omari were like the embodiment of her optimism, creativity, competitiveness, and intelligence. Both would often ramble their ear off about any and everything about their day if given the chance. Omari loved to craft, Emmy liked to bake, Margo loved to code, and is a pro at gaming just like her.

Gabi would make origami, popsicle stick structures, papier Mache lamps, bead bracelets, anything to stimulate her small mind. After every creation she would show Miguel what she made with joy.

Since she was so little at the time, she of course needed adult supervision and assistance when she wanted to bake but she always tried her best to make the end result taste good and at least look a little edible too (maybe she sometimes mistook salt for sugar or sugar for salt, no biggie).

Gaming was always a competitive thing for her. Most of the games she played required physical movement of some kind whether it be with VR headset, Wii, or regular no-technology games. The question of whether Miguel let her win, or she was that good at all of the games she played because of her competitiveness will be left un-answered.

And with everything she made or every accomplishment he would see she always looked for fatherly stamp of approval. She looked up to him.

It was clear as day they all did to some capacity. Even found comfort in him from time to time.

On some occasions they just quietly sit around as he worked until they fell asleep from a long day or eventually decided to talk to him. Margo and Emmy would frequently do this or just straight up hug him if they needed comfort.

The new ones were Gwen and Pavitr. They didn't have an attachment to him like the first five do but they respect him. Gwen stayed with him for the first three months before staying at Hobie's place. She switches between worlds depending on how she's feeling but is getting more comfortable with staying with Hobie for the time being.

Hobie was...a piece of work to say the least. Never listening to a goddamn thing he's told and has very little care for authority. It's infuriating but he's a good help to the society. His defiant qualities, of course, are like Gabi's.

She would tell a teacher and/or adult off if she sensed any wrongdoing, and it was usually when the teacher or adult was in the wrong. And refused to listen to them until they came to an understanding of some kind.

Pavitr and Gwen didn't really share traits similar to Gabi (besides Pav's optimism he supposes) but that didn't mean he didn't care any less about them. Gwen had her own father point a gun at her while she revealed her identity to him.

Pavitr is just so...happy about his life. Not to say Emmy, Margo, Hobie, Omari, and Amani aren't happy but still (Gwen sure as heck ain't all too happy due to the circumstances). If the kid is so happy right now, what the hell is going to happen to him when his canon event comes around?

Miguel can just imagine him being like snuffed out candle. Or a candle with very little flame left. The thought hurt him a bit-

NO! Canon events happen for a reason. No point in trying to prevent them or have too many feelings on it. Because feelings lead to care, and care will lead him to doing the things that would cause catastrophic consequences.

But if you didn't care then why are they in your house having a sleepover right now, Migs?

Oh right, that.

Miguel was cooking in the kitchen while his the spider babies chatted under a big fort. The fort was a variety of blankets with many different colors and patterns. On top were white Christmas lights decorating it to give some light despite actual technological light that worked was there for them to use but nope!

(Lil diagram so ya'll can see the seating arrangements because I AIN'T writin' em)

He wasn't warned or told that there was going to be a sleepover at all. In fact, "Aunty Lyla" let them in to make sure Miguel eats.

Miguel was known to ignore his own basic needs but always be aware of someone else's, so they all returned the favor.

"You want us to leave, Migs? Eat something! And don't do a half-assed meal either"

Miguel wasn't stupid. He knew damn well these kids were not going anywhere. Why build a fort (a very impressive fort), bring sleeping bags, and snacks for something as small as making sure he eats? Yeah, he wasn't buying that.

Not to mention they all brought craft supplies and already made pictures and small lanterns to put up around his apartment. Which they have already done.

Lastly, all of them looked WAY too damn comfortable. All of em wearing clothes similar to PJs like this was their own HOUSE.

Rage, the oldest, just wore a white sleeveless shirt, brown shorts, and gray socks. This was the most comfortable Miguel has ever seen him in the past 3-4 years of knowing him. The only trait he still kept was the green bandana covering the lower half of his face.

Bro was really just a victim of circumstance. Omari was already in on the plan when he came swinging by. Mari was sure he never had anything close to a sleepover before so why not invite him?

Yoko, second oldest (and the child Miguel's protective fatherly instincts did not claim whatsoever lol), wore a green bonnet, green tang top, and grey shorts. Yoko didn't like Miguel in the slightest. Yoko cannot stand Miguel and his whole Spider Society bs. Like, bro is just a glorified time cop to her, acting like he’s the multiversal authority on what’s "meant to be." So, she's only here because the Amani asked her to come.

Emmy wore an oversized black tea with fnaf characters on the front and green minecraft creeper boxers.

Margo wore a dark purple tang top, ankle length purple sweatpants with pixel patterns. Unlike the usual she was in here in person. Hobie was the same Rage except his shirt was dark blue and his shorts were black.

Omari wore a long orange sleeping gown with sun rays at the hem with long sleeves and light pink bunny slippers. Amani wore black tang top, dark blue sweatpants that have star designs decorating them, and invader zim gir slippers.

Pavitr wore a simple red shirt, orange shorts, and black socks. Gwen wore a white shirt, checkerboard blue and white sweatpants, and white slippers.

So, yeah, all of em are way too comfy in a home that isn't even theirs.

As the children were chatting away, Miguel was in the kitchen making a few shrimp Quesadilla's for himself. He could hear the commotion in the living getting louder and louder. What the hell were they playing?!

"Oh my GOD, I hate you!" Omari yelled as his frustration was through the roof. Hobie threw a pillow at him with WAY too much strength and was two seconds away from murder.

"Quit stealin' my fuckin monopoly money then!"

Ah, monopoly.

Margo pinched the bridge of her nose, "Omari, give Hobie your $200 dollars, you landed on his property-"

"NO! He's in jail! I'm not giving money to a criminal!"

"That's NOT HOW YOU PLAY, OMARI!"

"Since when did the rule breaking anarchist give a f- shock about rules? Rules of a game no less?!"

"Games rules are meant to be respected! You disrespect game rules, you disrespect me."

"What are you the godfather? IT'S A GAME!"

"Can you two please keep it down before you scare Mayday?!" Emmy scolded as he held Mayday in his arms. She was perfectly fine but curious was of what Hobie and Omari were doing to make them so loud. She's tried multiple times to crawl over to the game but repeatedly held back so she doesn't get the grand idea of seeing if monopoly dice were something she could eat.

"Pav...my pal, my man, buddy" Gwen was very much seething right now but trying so hard to be polite "Whyyyy would you buy up ALL the railroads and half the properties?"

Pavitr smirked with a chuckle before shrugging "Felt like it"

Gwen is about to become a reasonable crash out-

"Um...how am I bankrupt?" Rage asked as he scratched his head with his index finger.

Amani blinked at a realization "Oh, forgot you don't know how to do math"

"How about we all pick a different game before this place ends up upside down in the next two minutes?" Yoko suggested with a deadpan look. All she has heard for the past 30 minutes was shouting, ALMOST cursing, Pavitr being a smug little menace to everyone's sanity, and death threats...maybe a new game would be better. "Uno maybe?"

Miguel did NOT want to take any part in what was happening at all...but knew if he didn't intervene the place would be in shambles.

"¡Eh! Basta de ruido! (Enough with the noise)" He yelled from the kitchen, "You're in MY HOME, the least you could do is be quiet!"

Miguel didn't see the proud middle finger from Hobie and Yoko pointed in his direction.

"How about portraits?" Emmy held up a bag full of drawing supplies that Gwen bought. "Something that won't make us kill each other?"

Everyone grumbled something along the lines of fine. However, Pavitr answered with a chipper "Sure!"

So, with that, everyone drew portraits of either themselves or their 'siblings' with any and all the supplies Gwen brought. Paint, macaroni noodles, pipe cleaners, color pencils, etc.

The air was less tense and calmer now that the little gremlins weren't in a frenzy.

Miguel finished cooking his food and walked over to the fort's entrance. He leaned down to get inside, because the couches just HAD to be within the cozy fortress.

He was met with an adorable sight within. The fairy lights painted a warm glow over the space as the kids drew and doodled. Some drawings were impressive, and some were…charming to say the least. Mayday was doing her best with the crayons she was given. She looked up now and then to observe everyone. Was she mimicking? Cute nonetheless. What was she drawing? Absolutely no clue. (Don’t worry, everyone was keeping a close eye on her.)

It made him…smile. Genuinely smile. For a moment, he saw Gabriella coloring on the floor. Her legs swaying behind her, with her tongue poked out as she concentrated.

Miguel was snapped out of his thoughts when Emmy was pointing at him with a smile.

“Guys, he’s smiling! And he’s not being sarcastic!”

Amani dramatically gasped, “Oooo, somebody’s gettin’ sooooft”

Miguel rolled his eyes with a huff but didn’t hide his smile. He further entered the fort and sat in the middle of it. The youngins chatted as he quietly ate his food. His smile never faltered as he listened to their conversations.

They were just kids. Happy kids. His kids.

And he’d do anything for them.

Hopefully

I AM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG. School and burnout kicked my ass so hard. And I'm sorry it's short. Creative flow is short-circuiting a lot lately.

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