Devlin snuck a tiny pink robot into the house, hoping Cassiel would not notice. Since this toy was significantly smaller than the previous one, she figured she had a better shot at succeeding this time around.
Her previous toy, Mr Bubbles, had not been as conspicuous, and saying goodbye to him was very hard for Devlin.
Cassiel suddenly appeared out of nowehere like a shadow: “Devlin! What have I told you?! No toys in the house!”
“Fine, you big meanie,” Devlin stomped outside of the house.
Cassiel followed her. Of course she was going to play with Rodney.
Cassiel: “How many times have we been over this Devlin!? Do NOT go near the cow plant! It’s dangerous, and you don’t know what you’re doing.”
Devlin: “But it wants to play! YOU never play with me…”
Devlin also got into Cassiel’s way when she was trying to work.
Cassiel: “Muahahahaha! Finally, I have been able to…”
Devlin: “Cassie! Can I have candy?”
Cassiel: “Do NOT call me that!”
Devlin: “I wish we could live in a house made of chocolate, and invite loads of kids to play with… ooh, and have a swing!”
It was official. Somehow, Cassiel had ended up with a child in her house, against all odds, and her old age.
The constant chatter and whining and attention seeking was getting on Cassiel’s nerves. She barely had any time alone anymore.
Finally, when Devlin disappeared somewhere for a moment, Cassiel would be able to enjoy a nice drink in solitude. Where has that stupid clone gone anyway?
Devlin: “Mmm, cake!”
“Devlin, no!” Cassiel ran outside as she realised her suspicions had become reality. “Let go of the plumming cake!”
But it was too late.
Cassiel: “Rodney, what have you done?”
Cassiel was on her own again, with nobody but ghosts of the past to talk to.
Cassiel: “Why is everything crumbling down again Baato? But I can overcome this! Like a phoenix, yet again, only to return bigger and better. I’ll get Chell to make me a new clone, and this time, it will go right! And then we’ll take over the world together!”
Cassiel walked outside of her house, into the sun. She’d make a comeback, yet again. But everything was strangely blurry, and her body seemed to be acting slower than her brain. Like a phoenix, she thought.
Suddenly, she spotted a strange shadow in the corner of the garden.
“Baato?” She called out. At that moment, her body betrayed her as she fell to the ground.
The shadow was getting closer, although she could barely see it for this strange purple light surrounding her. But what did it matter?
“He’s returned at last,” Cassiel whispered, a single tear sliding down her cheek.
But it wasn’t Baato that had come to Cassiel. It was the reaper.
Only those with regrets should fear death.
The house was empty now, and it seemed like a bit of a waste to not enjoy it. So the reaper lingered.
Grim: “And that, Yennefer, is the story of the last time I played the piano. I hope you enjoyed it.”