Omake: Twinned confusion
In a certain house on the outskirts of the docks, late on Tuesday night, a man sat staring at a blank TV.
He wasn't handsome, this man, unshaven and tired-looking as he was. Perhaps once upon a time he might have been. Perhaps once, years ago, the room would have been vivid and full of laughter. His wife, expounding on some odd and ancient poem, his daughter and her almost-sister giggling while giving their own absurd readings.
Today it was a lonely, dark grey. His wife was gone. His daughter's sister had betrayed her. He would have given anything to help, had he only known how. His daughter, as was recently usual, wasn't even here.
She'd started leaving home for most of the day, and he'd seen videos of this new hero, this 'Relentless'. It obviously wasn't her. And yet, the way she held herself—the way she moved, and her choice of words when she spoke—and changers existed. He'd done the research, hoping to disprove it but knowing from old conversations that he wouldn't.
What kind of father was he, to hope that his daughter had merely joined a gang? What kind of person was he, not to ask?
The silence of the house was broken by the creak of the front door, and his daughter's low voice, speaking to someone. Then the sound of running feet.
Danny started to his feet, eyes wide with sudden surprise.
"Grandpa!"
Red eyes glinted in the darkness. A girl came leaping out, arms extended into claws as she—embraced him, hugging every bit as hard as Taylor ever had. He staggered backwards, blankly focusing on the lightweight bundle clinging on to him.
"Hi!" She grinned upwards, silver hair cascading around her as she came to a halt. Then she twisted her head to look back. "See? I told you I can be human. All those hours reading weren't for nothing!"
Shocked eyes flickered up to follow her gaze, finding Taylor standing in the doorway, one hand covering her reddened face while the other held on to the collar of a second young girl. This one was a redhead, and had her feet planted at an angle while struggling to run forward and join her—sister?
"Er… Dad? I… this isn't how I wanted to let you know. Anna, stop—No, that's not how it works, he hasn't even met you yet!"
In Danny's mind she had a definite resemblance to Emma. They both did, the way they were jumping around.
He hadn't quite gotten over his shock enough to think about that.
"Hmm. Hmm. Hmm…"
He looked back down, to where the first girl was saying "Hmm" out loud, her face tense with concentration. Then her eyes lit up with understanding.
"Mom's right! I haven't even introduced myself." She held up a hand, still clinging to him, and somehow failed to drop to the floor. "I'm Casty! But call me Cass! Drone-type, technically, but I'm preeee~tty much a destroyer. Mom is lending me some of her mind. Nice to meet you, erm… gramps?"
A few seconds passed in silence. Casty frowned. Taylor flushed even redder.
"You're supposed to shake my hand now," she pointed out, grabbing his hand with her own. He allowed her to shake it without resisting.
"Taylor? What—What is going on?" He looked helplessly at his daughter. Casty was—and there were two of them, but Taylor might—oh. Well, no. "How do I have two ten-year-old granddaughters? Why do I have two ten-year-old granddaughters? When did you—" He cut himself off. That made no sense. Absently, he put a hand around Casty's back.
He thought he could see Taylor beginning to steam, but her stance grew more relaxed as she saw him doing so. Somehow, he'd done something right.
— — —
"This is it?" Cass eyed the house dubiously. "Wooden frame, metal-reinforced—no, metal wiring. A few spots of rot. No radar stealthing. No armor, no weapons emplacements…" She looked uncertainly up at Taylor. "Are you sure this is home?"
Four foot nothing, sporting odd red clothing, red eyes and silver hair flowing halfway down her back, Casty looked like nothing so much as a child cosplaying. Taylor knew better.
"Iona-'neechan already explained this," Anna said self-importantly. "It's because Mom used to be human. She still hasn't had time to fix everything, but that's okay, it just means there's more for us. That's originally why she made us, so don't complain. Aren't you looking forward to it?"
"We-well, of course I am!" Cass huffed, blushing and looking away. "I was just concerned, that's all. Ann, what about you, aren't you worried about Mom having to live somewhere like this?"
Taylor sighed. How did she get into these situations?
"Because you're responsible and you love us," Anna piped up. "Now come on, let's go say 'Hi!'"
She opened the door.