Every Day is Mothers Day IncestTaboo. This is a work of fantasy. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental, and the actions contained herein should not be duplicated. All characters are 1. The Yellow Monkey Mother Of All The Best' title='The Yellow Monkey Mother Of All The Best' />Its all pretend, folks. This story takes place in the Crusader Universe, first appearing in Ultimate Woman. You dont have to read one to understand the other, I just like putting stories together in the same setting, and the events of this tale fit neatly into that universe. The Yellow Monkey Mother Of All The Best' title='The Yellow Monkey Mother Of All The Best' />This story takes its time introducing the premise and the characters, so if you are expecting a quick tale, this may not work for you. Pandora Industries stands above the town of Summerville like a mountain, despite the fact that the main building of the science research stations campus is only four stories high. As the primary laboratory of Doctor Pandora, one of the worlds best known and philanthropic heroes, the Pandora Industries campus would be the most famous landmark in Summerville, even if it didnt employ half of the towns residents, or occasionally light up with strange goings on and wondrous events. But on that quiet Sunday morning, Pandora Industries was more akin to a ghost town than anything else. As a weekend day and a holiday to boot, that Mothers Day meant that only a skeleton crew worked the grounds. Most business was conducted during the week, but the place was large enough and well staffed enough to require a dedicated workforce to look after the grounds and buildings. There was always someone working late or on the weekends, which meant trash needed to be removed, restrooms cleaned, halls mopped, and grass cut. So it was that Mark Williamson, high school senior and part time custodian at Pandora Industries, showed up for work that holiday morning. 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He wasnt thrilled about it, but so many other people had gotten the morning off and he was so much lower on the totem pole than they were, that he could not escape it. He could have called out and taken his mother out for brunch like everyone else in Summerville planned to, but it was his mother who got him this part time job in the first place, and she generally frowned on him shirking his duties. Instead, he had made dinner reservations at a swanky restaurant a few towns over and planned to take her there to celebrate the day. He had left a card and flowers on the kitchen table before heading out that morning, leaving his mother in bed to sleep in for once. He had even, thoughtfully, turned on the coffee machine for her. The fact that he had downed a cup himself was immaterial. As Mark put his jacket in his locker and drew out his uniform, he thought about how weird things had been around the house since February. The Yellow Monkey Mother Of All The Best' title='The Yellow Monkey Mother Of All The Best' />Ever since he got the tattoo with the rest of the track team, his mother had been acting odd. They had always been close, having been a family of two for Marks entire life. There was always drama and strife, but he also knew that whatever happened, his mother would always be in his corner. Still, in the last few months she had become more demonstrative, even clingy. She was always asking Mark for hugs, and more often than not she would linger in his arms longer than necessary. On occasion shed give his biceps a good squeeze and giggle like a teenaged girl. Chunky Monkey Brownies are so rich decadentyoull swoon over them Filled with chocolate baking melts, chocolate chips bananas. Ooey, gooey deliciousOnce when Mark was just out of the shower, wrapped in nothing but a towel, his mother had walked by, given him an appraising look and a mild slap on the ass. Looking good, Mark, she had said, then released that sweet sounding laugh that always raised the hairs on the back of Marks neck. If he didnt know better, hed say his mother was flirting with him. But that was crazy. And the events too far apart to constitute actual flirting. It was just that adding them up over the course of the last few months led Mark to some strange conclusions. He shook his head, pulling on his pale violet overalls. Not his choice as far as colors went, but they were part of the Pandora brand, so he suffered in silence. There was no one else in Marks department that morning, although he saw on the white board that two people were coming in for the afternoon shift. He could goof off a bit and take his time, but that really wasnt Marks way. He might be eighteen and callow, his face forever focused on the screen of his phone, but his mother had raised him to believe that anything worth doing was worth doing well. So he clipped on his nametag, grabbed his cart, and went to work. He was stationed in the Applied Sciences building for the morning, so he headed over there. The end of senior year was fast approaching and college beckoned, but Mark was content to take his time and enjoy things a little. The custodial job gave him some pocket change, enough to keep him in video games and phone upgrades, and the occasional night out with his sort of girlfriend Rebecca. Mark and Rebecca had been friends for ages, but only recently had they started fooling around. They were still feeling their way around the relationship. The changes that came with going from friends to friends with benefits to maybe something more. Mark wasnt sure he wanted more, at least right now. In a few months he would be leaving for college. The last thing he needed was a long distance relationship. Or, which might be worse, a late August break up. Mark waved his pass key at the door and it cycled open. There was a security guard at the desk just inside, who barely looked up from his Candy Crush or whatever to acknowledge Marks presence. Paragon Ntfs 3G For Mac. Mark made his way to the elevators and headed up to the second floor to start cleaning. He worked his way down floor by floor. Mark was relieved to discover there wasnt much to do. Just a cursory re stocking and cleaning of the bathrooms, collection of the recycle outside the office doors, and other routine tasks on the second and first floors. He made it into the first sub level before his mid morning break, and decided to just plow through and finish the AS building before lunch. Maybe get out of work early. He was waving his pass key at the reader for the custodians closet on sub level B when the entire day took a turn. Mark caught movement out of the corner of his eye. He wasnt expecting anyone down there at that hour, but it wasnt unusual to see staff, either. He looked twice anyway, because the thing that was moving was bright green and blue and on all fours, and it passed from one hallway to another, just at the edge of Marks vision. Mark slapped the custodial door closed just as it popped open and, key pass in hand, hurried down the corridor. There was some weird stuff down here in the Applied Sciences basement. Mark had heard rumors of all sorts of things, but even after working there for six weeks, he had yet to see anything really cool. This promised to be something worth telling his friends about. It never even occurred to him to alert the security guard on the first floor. Mark rounded the corner and slid to a halt on his Converse All Stars. Halfway down the hall was a monkey. A green monkey, wearing a blue jumpsuit, long flickering tail threaded through a hole in the suits back. The monkey had a pass key of its own clenched in its jaws. The head swayed back and forth, as if the monkey was looking at the doors on either side of the hall as it passed. Mark dug into his pocket and pulled out his phone, taking a few quick snaps as the monkey continued on its way. Mark followed, trying not to alert the creature. He wasnt sure if he should try to catch it or not.