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Petunia woke up, still hugging Handy. His sleeping form reminded her of their antics last night and she blushed at the thought, she had slept together with him, in a provocative sleepwear. Getting up slowly, Petunia managed to get up from the bed managing to not wake up Handy. She went to the kitchen and started cooking food to eat for breakfast.

Handy woke up from his comfortable sleep with the smell of cooked bacon and eggs coming from the kitchen. His mind was still hazy from last night's events, and got up from the bed with a bit of difficulty. He walked into the kitchen downstairs, seeing his girlfriend still in her nightgown, giving him a nice view of her backside. He sneaked into the kitchen, creeping up behind her as he then gave her a sudden hug with his nubs from behind and saying "Good morning hun" which got Petunia to almost drop the pan from her hands.

"Gah, geez Handy, don't startle me like that" she said while breathing inhaling and exhaling to calm herself down. "Heh heh, sorry, my bad" Handy said. It was surprising to Handy that his girlfriend was the same seductive woman that slept with him last night, and she was back to that innocent girl that had watched over him at the hospital. She placed the plate of food on the counter and divided the food on their plates. She was about to eat when he heard the huff of annoyance from Handy. This reminded her that Handy had, well, no hands.

She giggled at his predicament and he in turn glared at her. Feeling a little guilt, she stabbed a piece of the fried pork and placed it near his mouth. Handy sighed and ate a piece and said "Ugh, I feel like a baby".

"Yes, but you're my baby" Petunia said before placing a piece of an egg in front of him. The two continued to eat, taking turns in taking a bite on their food. Petunia picked up all the plates and started to wash them while Handy bathed in the shower, for some reason, the feeling of the water around him felt familiar and sad. He shook it off, why was he feeling sad? He has a girlfriend and friends who care about him. What was there to be sad about?

He dried himself off, not liking the feeling he had experienced for some odd reason. He put on his signtaure hard hat and tools attached to his belt. He was about to tell Petunia that he was done in the shower when he suddenly heard some sort of static. It was odd, static in the house? He followed the sound and came across a radio and microphone next to the telephone with a note on the radio that said:

"Compliments from Flippy" -Sniffles

He figured it was a gift from the veteran and heard the radio suddenly saying "Hello? Is this thing working?" said a deep voice. The deep voice belonging to none other than Pop. Handy in turn, tried to figure out how to use the world war 2 radio while saying_ "How does this thing even work?"._ Which in turn got a response from the old bear saying_ "Ah, Handy, just the one I was looking for. Its my shift now, and I can't take my baby Cub to the Carnival, can you please fill in for me?"_ asked the irresponsible bear.

"Sure, I'll head over right now." said Handy through the microphone. "Great, I'll be waiting" said Pop. Handy continued on to the kitchen only to find that the blue skunk had already finished and was in the shower. He proceeded to the bathroom, the sounds of running water behind the door drowning out the singing of the blue skunk. "Petunia, Pop just asked me to babysit Cub for the day, __I'll be there if you need me." he said immediately leaving.

It took a few seconds for Petunia to process what she just heard and suddenly panicked and shouted "Wait! Handy, wait for me" but she never got a reply from the hasty beaver. She found herself scrubbing herself as fast as she can, almost wounding herself in the process, almost. She sprinted as fast as she can towards Pop's house, her legs screaming at her to rest but she forced herself to keep going. Handy can't die, not again. She didn't know if Handy dying now would be permanent but she didn't want to risk it. She doesn't know if Handy even remembers the previous times he died, but regardless, he might get traumatized from the experience.

She came upon the front door and opened it immediately, the force breaking a portrait in the process, with Handy and Pop jumping a bit in surprise with wide eyes directed at her. "Petunia, at least knock before you come in, no need to slam the door." berated the bear. Petunia immediately felt a wave of relief to see Handy still alive, "S-sorry, I just wanted to come by to help Handy with taking care of Cub" she said while breathing deeply to recover from her fatigue. "Also, sorry about the portrait" rubbing the back of her head.

"It's ok, it was cheap anyway. I'll leave you two to take care of Cub. I'll be back as soon as my shift ends." said Pop opening the door. "Ok, come back soon" said Handy as Pop left closing the door. The two were left alone with the cheery baby bear as they then started talking to each other. "Why didn't you wait for me?" asked Petunia, "Well, Pop asked me to, he never said anything about you, and I thought you might have something better to do." said Handy. _"What if something happened to you?! What if you got killed again?" _she said while she hugged Handy, not wanting to lose him.

Handy was confused, "Again?" said the confused beaver. Petunia immediately remembered that he had amnesia before saying "I mean, uh, if you got in an accident again like last time"

"Oh, right, sorry, that was selfish of me" he said feeling guilty for worrying the blue skunk. "Just... Just don't go anywhere without telling me, I was just worried about you" said Petunia

They heard the crying of the infant almost immediately, Petunia asked "Where's his pacifier?" and Handy immediately said "I-I don't know, he just asked me to babysit him and he left as soon as you arrived"

"It has to be here somewhere" said Petunia as she searched for it in the drawers. Handy was about to search with her when he suddenly got a headache, memories of a previous experience of babysitting the young bear resurfacing along with his death, he gasped and breathed, almost hyperventilating after the refreshed memory. Did that really happen? Was his mind playing tricks on him?

Petunia looked at him oddly, confused to why he's acting this way. "What's wrong?" she asked. Not wanting to bring up such a grim thought, specially after she got worried, he said "N-nohing, I think the pacifier is in the kitchen table."

Petunia, shrugged off what just happened and checked the kitchen table to find that Handy was right, it is there. But how did he know if Pop didn't tell him anything. Wait, did he remember everything?

Petunia went back into the living room and placed the pacifier in Cub's hand while Handy stared off in space. His expression seemed morbid but she still asked "Are you okay, Handy?"

"Y-yes, never better" Handy said with a shaky voice. "It doesn't sound like you're alright. Please, tell me, did you remember anything?" Petunia said with concealed fear. "I... I remember dying, in this house. But that's just a trick of the mind right? I didn't actually die right?" said the hapless beaver with a shaky voice.

Petunia didn't want to make him remember too much and said "Yes, it was probably a false memory, you wouldn't be here if that happened." _she said giving him fake assurance. _"Y-yes, you're right, it must be. This might be because of my accident." agreed Handy.

Petunia, not wanting to talk about it anymore, tried to think of something to occupy themselves with. She got the idea of saying "Why don't you prepare his milk while I give him a bath." she said while picking up Cub who giggled the whole time, carrying him to the bathroom.

Handy was about to protest but Petunia already carried Cub to the bathroom sink. Handy, having no choice, started making Cub's food. He heated the bottle up in the stove (which he somehow did), carefully tilting the switch up instead of down from his memory. He wondered if the memory was somehow altered, where the pacifier was, how he knew the stove worked, it was too much of a coincidence. Maybe he was just having a wild imagination today.

Petunia, was done washing Cub's body, she placed Cub down and started replacing his diaper with a new one and found it kind of fun, her mind drifted to Handy and how he would make a great dad if they had one, and she blushed at the thought. She smiled to herself, it would be nice to one day have one with him.

As she picked up Cub and headed back to the living room, Handy was already done with the baby formula and holding the bottle with his two nubs, gave it to Petunia. "Stay here and hold Cub, and I'll clean the glass" she told him as he took a seat and held Cub close as safe as he got comfortable on the couch. It was funny, it seemed like they were a family, Petunia was the mom, him the dad, and Cub their baby. He thought of how their baby would look like, all the time he would spend with his wife, Petunia, and teach his kid all that he knew. Handy was exhausted and stressed from the earlier memories and standing around to cook the food as well as the occasional headaches. He tried to stay awake but eventually dozed off with the toddler in his arms, well, half his arms.

Petunia had finished cleaning the shattered glass of the portrait, she found herself exhausted from her earlier marathon to catch up with handy as well as taking care of Cub. She returned to the living room to find Handy and Cub asleep, the toddler suckling on the baby bottle as he held was held close by the sleeping semi-aquatic rodent. She found it adorable, how they actually looked like a father and son, she sat next to Handy, placing her head on his shoulder and hugging both him and Cub eventually being overtaken by sleep.

A few hours later, Pop had arrived, opened the door happily saying "I'm home" as he saw the couple and his son, peacefully sleeping on the couch. He smiled, and told himself "Huh, nobody died this time. Must be a good sign" as he took Cub from their arms genly, not wanting to wake them. He took off his coat and covered the sleeping rodents with it and dialed Sniffles' number, excited to tell him about the rare occurence of a deathless day.

So that's what I thought it'd turn out. Also, if Handy were to have a body type, what do you think it should be? A dad bod? Muscular? Musclegut? Let me know what you think.