"Now, sweetie, please calm down. It's not like moving will cause the world to end." Love Tap said.

"Why, Mom? Huh? Why should I calm down?! We move every year. Every. SINGLE. YEAR!! We have not stayed in one place for more than one year! Ever!!!" Button yelled. Needless to say, he was NOT having a good day.

"Now, Mashie-" she said, trying (and failing) to calm her son down.

"Don't 'Mashie' me, mother! I am tired of running. We have ran, ever since that fateful day, eight years ago tomorrow." His tone took on a more caring tone, yet still filled with spite and anger. "Mother, you cannot run forever. Not even the mythical Doctor could do it, and he committed mass genocide against two entire races!" His tone got even softer, all of the anger gone from his voice, replaced by care and worry. "Mom, please. Do it for him. He wouldn't want you to be miserable. He even told you, on his death bed no-less, to move on. Mom, he loved you with all of his heart. He would give you his food, even if he was to starve. He would give you his blanket, even if he would freeze to death. Mom, you have to let it go." His tone changed one final time, now full of only desperation and love. "Please. It's tearing us apart. Please, do it for me."

And with that, both mother and son cried. Tears of sadness, tears of misery. Tears of hope, tears of longing. The only thing that mattered to them at that moment was each other.

Author's Note

Welp. I like it, and think it's a pretty fantastic way to start the story. Now, you all, on the other hand, may not think so. Which is fine, because the only ones that could not like this chapter would be Grammar Nazis, cold heartless people, and trolls. Make of that what you may.