The Peixes love fish puns. John loves puns too.

Act Three

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[Two people on stage]

Set:

The batter witches office. Large room with giant windows. Book shelf on the left and two filing cabinets behind the large black oak desk. Big plush chair.

Lights:

Left, center. Right, down. Left, up. Right, center.

Clothes:

John in a large sweater with shorts. Thigh high soaks and slippers. Sweater is a baby blue. A blue jeweled hair clip in the shape of a flower, left side of hair.

Scene:

The Batter Witch (Condesce) walks into her office and sets down a large pile of paper work. She sighs and sits in her chair. After five minutes of scribbling on paper and groaning from a growing headache, she hears a knock on the door.

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"Come in, hurry up!", she says grouchily.

"Oh, I feel so loved.", John said dully.

He walked in with a lunch box and the Batter witch (Condesce) sits up straight in surprise.

"Sweat pea!?", she exclaims.

"Hello, Batter Witch.", he continues with a stoic expression.

Her face drops from her smile and sighs.

"I wish you'd call me grandma."

"No."

John walks up to her and sits on her desk.

"You know there are chairs for a reason, right?"

John huffed and jumps off the desk and thrusts the lunch box in her face. She leans back and smiles, taking the object in front of her.

"Thank you, angel fish."

John faced a way from her and crossed his arms.

"Humph! Feferi made me bring it, it's all her."

"Oh....", she sounds dejected.

Then the phone rings and she answers.

"Shello?"

"Heya, mother!", from back stage, Feferi speaks.

"Dear, you're too loud. Volume.", she cringes.

"Sorry...."

"It's fine, now what is it?"

"Giving you a heads up!"

"For what?"

"John! He made you lunch all by himself! Hehe~ He's going to pin it on me, but it's a lie. So, when he comes to your office, just know that he reelly cares."

"Okay.", The Batter Witch (Condesce) smiles.

"Bye.", she continues.

"Bye~", Feferi says.

She hangs up and smiles softly at John.

"Are you done?", he said. He turns to her.

"Yes, I must say. Feferi is such a sweet gill."

"Hey...", John said cautiously.

"Hmm?"

"Are you....crying?"

The Batter Witch (Condesce) brought her finger tip to her face and it was; her eyes were damp. Her makeup was probably running, but she just kept smiling.

"I do believe so. I believe so."

The next line will set a different tone.

"I love you."

"No you don't.", John said flatly and quickly.

"What? Yes, I do!"

"No. No you don't. You don't love me and never will."

He started to get worked up. She stood.

"Why wont you ever believe me!?"

"Because! You're just using me.", He glared with tears in his eyes.

"I don't know what you're-", he then interrupts her.

"Yes you do!", he says viciously.

She says nothing.

"You don't love me, you love your son. I'm not your son. He's dead."

She keeps quiet.

"I might look like him, sound like him, even have the same name as him. But I'm not him!"

He continues.

"So don't think you can just use me as a replacement! Stop comparing me to him! Stop saying he wouldn't do things that I would! We are two completely different people, I don't like everything he does."

"Is.....that how you feel?"

John turns a round and refuses to answer. She comes a round the desk and holds his shoulders. He stiffens and does not face her.

"All this time....Have I truly been making you feel so....unloved?"

he turns to face her with a stoic expression.

"Yes, you do."

"I'm sorry..."

"No, you're not."

More tears drip down his face. He's started crying at some point.

"I can't help it....I miss him, he was so young."

She holds back a sob. Even without expression, the hint of sadness is shown in his face. Her words sting not only him, but to her as well. They are true.

"I loved him, he was my son....We were so close and I....I just....All I see is him."

The lights fade out and the curtains falls.

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Bye~