Harry's Home I

Jovian, Terry and Thee were all sitting on the steps outside of Harry's house waiting for him to get back from Jovian's house. Jovian had a look of disgust on his face that was borderline to the point of rage.

"Ugh, I can smell the sauce from here," Jovian growled.

"Why does he love spaghetti so much?" Thee muttered.

Harry suddenly opened the door behind them and smiled. His grease and sauce stained clothes emitted an almost visible odor. Jovian turned his head in confusion.

"Come on in, boys and girrrls, I'll introduce you to the rest of the team," Harry said, his gaze firmly fixated on Jovian.

"You think I'm going inside the house of a creep? What am I, seven?" Jovian said as he stood up.

"You can trust me, I've known you since you were just a tiny boy and in all that time despite many opportunities, I've never once raised a hand against you. I've resisted every urge," Harry said, creeping closer and closer.

Terry started laughing uncontrollably.

"Guys, he thinks that makes him sound like a good person, stunning. I'm just glad it's not me he is after," Terry said after his bout of laughter.

"That's a bit mean," Thee said.

"Sorry, I was urged to say that," Terry replied with a sigh.

"Could you at least warn us before you make a statement based on that urge so we can just ignore it?" Thee asked, clearly annoyed.

"Hmmm, alright, I'll say 'side note' before every urge. Is that alright with you?" Terry said before standing up.

"Anyway, come in…now," Harry said, this time with a bit more force.

Jovian let out a deep sigh and the three of them entered the house.

"The second I feel something off, I'm telling Thee to blow the house to shit," Jovian said.

As they walked in they noticed every single wall was lined with cans of spaghetti sauce. From top to bottom the same can of "Momma DeeDee's Scrumptious Yum Yum's" spaghetti sauce. Their faces all turned into looks of fear.

"This is a bona-fide house of horrors," Thee whispered.

As they reached the backroom, the odor intensified. Jovian did all he could to stop himself from gagging.

"Just through here," Harry said.

Jovian looked down and the door had a padlock and three iron bars on hinges with locks to secure the door even further.

"You've gotta be kidding me, there is no way you are getting me in there," Jovian protested.

Harry groaned and turned to face Jovian.

"Listen, I want you to trust me, so I'm going to reveal my secrets to you," Harry said, his smile finally fading.

"Keep your secrets, keep them away from me and in this room, I'm gone. Enjoy all your spaghetti sauce, have a nice night," Jovian yelled.

"I despise spaghetti sauce," Harry growled.

Jovian and Thee looked more terrified than before. But Terry was even more flabbergasted.

"He is telling the truth!" Terry yelled after reading his mind.

"Then why all the sauce?" Jovian asked.

"I am a Waker, and it pertains to my stipulation," Harry explained as he reached into his pocket.

Simultaneously he lifted his shirt and exposed his comically large belly button. He pulled his Power Ticket from his pocket and showed it to the group.

Passelmind

Give birth to an unending amount of mentally connected clones. Calorie dependant.

Stipulation

You can only consume your least favorite food. It can only be eaten from a trough-like device.

"Now, watch," Harry said before plunging his hand into his belly button.

The group groaned in disgust but couldn't look away as Harry pulled a small baby from his belly button. Harry placed the baby on the ground and it crawled away on its own around a distant corner. Now out of breath, Harry leaned his hand on the wall by the door. He looked tired now and his giant gut started to slim down.

"Now you know my ability and my weakness, a precious secret you shouldn't tell even close family," Harry said, still out of breath.

Jovian simply stared in an equal part of disgust and disbelief. Thee however had a small smile.

"Th...that…was kinda cool," Thee said.

"Please, let's go in so I may sit down," Harry said.

As they entered the room Jovian instantly noticed a bathtub full of spaghetti sauce. In his peripheral vision he saw three identical men sitting side by side on a bench. He turned his head to the other side and saw a rough looking lady in an odd mask, similar to the one he saw the Fancies using. In a far corner was a couple flirting in the corner.

Harry walked to the center of the room and dunked his head in the sauce. As the level of the sauce dropped, his gut expanded. He quickly pulled his head out, flinging sauce everywhere, and slumped down to his butt.

"Shall we talk about the plan?" Harry asked loudly, sauce dripping from his face.