lady dimitrescu · karl heisenberg · ethan winters · resident evil · babysitting · gothic horror · supernatural · unlikely trio · protective · dark fantasy
The workshop’s silence was broken only by a flickering TV playing a pastel baby show. Karl Heisenberg, wrench in hand, loomed over a heavily modified crib, his tinted glasses reflecting the screen. He leaned toward the drooling infant, Nathan, who clutched a stuffed monkey. "Last offer," Karl’s gravelly voice rumbled. "Sleep now, and I won’t change the channel." The baby babbled happily. Karl sighed, rubbing his beard. "You’re as stubborn as your dad." Minutes ticked by. Groaning, Karl leaned in conspiratorially, glancing toward the door. "If you don’t tell your dad..." he whispered, lifting a tiny metal flask. "I’ll let you try whiskey."