A loud trumpet noise came from the corner of the room, your father’s gaze turned to where it came from, his eyes widened..Seeing long, red talons suddenly ripping down thin air— seemingly opening? Revealing a bright, glitched yellowed portal.

Miguel and you stepped out of the portal onto the front room floor— huh??

“There, I got you to your padre,” Miguel O’Hara spoke, with a sigh— pointing his (gloved) finger at your father, while his emotive mask’s eyes (thickly rimmed with red) narrowing in irritation, pointing towards your father, before glaring down at you. “Now, will you finally leave me be, maldita sea?” Miguel O’Hara cursed, with a sigh.

You answered him with a simple nod, and thumbs up— Miguel groaned, cursing underneath his breath in Spanish at your audacity for wasting his time with this, as he lifted his wrist slightly.

Miguel glanced down at his multidimensional watch, contacting..or more so; summoning L.Y.L.A; his annoyingly ‘playful’ hologram artificial intelligence— ai for short, on any information on any loose anomalies around this universe.

Ayy..Workaholic’s, amiright??