Dynamite's Diary - 17th October 2021

I am fucking shocked. I'm still reeling from what happened last week. Maybe that's why I haven't thought about writing for a while.

It started when I woke up one hour later than I usually do. Turns out that my alarm clock wasn't working properly that time. And to make things worst, Dad had already left the house.

I was thinking about rushing, but then I thought no. After all, he starts his show around 12. It would only be a problem if he broke down whilst the show was happening. At least that's how it seemed to me.

So I took my time. I cleaned my teeth and face, I had my breakfast cereal, I put my clothes on and I sorted out my hair. Two pigtails as normal. Then I left the house, making sure to lock it as I left.

There were some train delays, which were annoying, but eventually I caught one at half eleven. Finally I was able to make it to the lab, five minutes past twelve. A bit late, but not too bad. All I needed to do was locate the presentation room.

I found it alright. It wasn't too hard to track down. I noticed that the door was slightly open. Okay then, that's good. I don't have to burst in and interrupt them. I can just get a glimpse of what was going on and it would be fine. I decided to take a peek...

...And Dad wasn't there. Instead it was Jocelyn, building a tower out of Rubix cubes.

"Where the hell's Dad?!" I spluttered, and she jumped a bit before accidentally knocking the tower down.

"Mind out! I was just close to completing that!"

"Where's Dad?!"

"They've gone off somewhere with Ringmaster. I mean, how am I supposed to know? They only told me they were going out."

Great, just great. So much for that plan. So now I had to find wherever he was in so I could be there in case he snapped.

"Okay, thanks, bye!" I said before dashing off again.

I will say that I watched the video the next day - turns out that Marshall had supposedly found out where Dad's own father was. Didn't quite work out for him though. At least Wiz knew that Randy Savage wasn't the one. Besides, he's just too perfect to truly be my granddad, given what I've heard about him.

But enough diversions. I was both irritated by the sudden change in plans and worried sick about where Dad could be. For the next few hours, I was just running around the city, not stopping for anything,

Well, okay, I did stop to have a hotdog and lemonade at one point. You definitely need to eat if you're going to spend the whole day chasing after someone. Even if it does waste a bit of time.

I even called up my mates to see if they could help. They did come over, but they didn't really understand. Lottie accused me of overreacting and claimed that Dad was going to be fine. Eliza had no idea what the deal was. Marlene was nervously telling me not to worry. Even Gemma of all people was baffled.

"Dynah, please! You're gonna make yourself ill!" It was one of the few times in which she's snapped out.

But I didn't care. I just wanted to make sure Dad was safe.

I tried looking around the alleyways. I tried looking around the nearby park. I even tried going back to the lab afterwards just to see if he'd returned. But no luck.

There was only one thing left to do. Go into the nearby woods and see if he'd turn up there. I decided to head off there.

"Dynah, do NOT hurt yourself!" Gemma warned. She said something else afterwards, but I couldn't hear her properly because I was too far away.

Looking back at it all, I was becoming too much like Dad myself. Getting all obsessive, brushing everyone else off, not paying attention to the time, just becoming really bitter and irritable in general. But then again, you'd probably be the same if someone you cared about was in trouble, right?

It was coming up to night time by the time I made it into the forest. At this point, I was only thinking about Dad. Thinking that he was probably hurt and suffering a meltdown that nobody else would know how to solve.

I even found myself muttering to myself.

"One. Last. Time. Where is my father?"

My thoughts though were interrupted by a loud shotgun blast at that point. Somebody was yelling nearby, which was enough to grab my attention. I glanced out from behind a nearby tree just to see what was going on.

There was Dad alright, with Wiz and Marshall next to him. There was also an older woman with a shotgun standing in front of Dad as he was getting himself off the ground. I was pretty sure I recognised her from somewhere.

And then it hit me. OF COURSE I recognised her. Dad had photos of her throughout the house. I'd seen those photos of her so many times and he'd told me about them every time I did. His mother and my grandma.

And now for the first time, I was actually seeing Grandma in person.

WHAT?!?!

I heard what Dad said alright. "Mama?!"

And then they just started hugging each other whilst his voice went all wobbly. "I...I thought Dad was here..."

I didn't catch what Grandma said next, because I briefly shut down from shock.

GRANDMA. GRANDMA WAS HERE.

For the majority of my life, I just assumed that Grandma was dead. Every time she got brought up in our household, Dad would go on about how he missed her and that he lost her to some ghost in the barn. He told me how he wished that she'd come back and that things weren't the same without her.

But here she was, alive and well, right in the middle of the woods. Only some walking distance away from where Dad lived. HOW?! It was enough to make my brain spin around.

Dad spoke again. It was that tone of voice he gets whenever he's crying, so that grabbed my attention alright. "I guess...you can't always get what you want."

I was thinking about going over to comfort him, but Grandma got there first. "But you just might find what you need."

I was able to make out a smile on Dad's face at that point, which was absolutely adorable. I decided ultimately it was best to just leave them be. She was managing the situation well. Probably better than I could have done. And he'd got two friends with him, so that was also a nice bonus. Heck, even Marshall seemed to be showing support with that thumbs up gesture. Maybe he's not as bad as I thought he was.

Grandma ended up yelling something else out, but again, my mind was just buzzing. Both from the relief that Dad was okay and the shock that Grandma was there in the first place.

Dad and his friends all started rushing off, Dad laughing and cheering the whole time. I bit my wrist to make sure I wasn't dreaming, before attempting to follow them myself.

When I tried to though, I caught something out of the corner of my eye and turned round.

It was a guy in a red set of armor and helmet with grey hints holding a shotgun. Now here was someone I recognised instantly. I'd already mentioned Sarge in one of my previous diary entries, but I honestly did not expect him to turn up here. And considering how I was already stunned from noticing Grandma, this was just one surprise after another.

"That boy sounds familiar..." he was saying to himself, before making some odd exclamation and asking "Do I have a...son?"

I attempted to rush towards him, planning to tell him the truth, but I noticed my vision go red itself.

The next thing I knew, I was being carried through the woods by Lottie and Eliza, with Gemma carrying a flashlight and Marlene panicking like crazy.

"Th-that's not how you're supposed to deal with someone who's fainted! Please! Put her down!"

Lottie's usually pretty stubborn but she put me down anyway. I was able to get up fine despite still feeling weird after what happen.

"Grandma..." was all I was able to splutter out.

Eliza was pretty shaken up too. "I swear one of those guys was-"

"Was who?"

"My, um, it's kinda hard to say."

We decided to just get going back. Eventually, I was able to get back to Dad's place.

He was dancing and spinning around in the middle of the room to some old Rolling Stones records with the biggest smile on his face. Nothing like how he was yesterday. It was as if an impostor had taken his place for a whole week and he'd finally driven them out.

"Dad! You okay?"

He giggled a bit in response and nodded.

I started spluttering out words. "Your own dad, he, he-"

"Nah sweetheart, it doesn't matter."

Well, it was good to see him well again, even if he wasn't quite successful in tracking down his dad. The important thing was that he was happy. I left him be as I went to get the dinner started. That night afterwards, I went to bed earlier than usual.

So that was Sunday. Anyway, if you want to know what happened this week, it seems everyone at school must have watched that video. And it seems that unexpected family reunion made it into the video too. And it seems everyone somehow find out that I was related to him. Because I was pretty much DOGPILED when I came in on Monday.

"OMG, your dad's super famous!"

"How does it feel that you've got a super famous dad on the internet?!"

"Your grandma is SUPER COOL. Like, for real."

"Do you want me to tell your dad for you who his own dad is? I've watched previous episodes so I've got a clear idea!"

All sorts of those questions. And would you believe it, it was all the talk at school. Everyone was asking me about it. EVERY SINGLE DAY. That's pretty much the main highlight of this week. It was super hectic and there were times in which I actually had to hide in order to not get crushed by huge crowds of excited classmates.

I'm just curious about how Grandma's alive. I'll need to ask Dad about that at some point. He might be able to meet up with her next time and find out the truth from her. At least we know where she lives now, so that shouldn't be a problem.

Either way, Dad's feeling a LOT better now. And he's gained back his appetite, so he's back to eating squirrel burgers and enchiladas again. Spending time with him this week, you could really tell that he's not angsting anymore for now. Grandma was right. He really didn't need his own dad after all. Just people who would actually appreciate him. And he's got me as well, I mean, what else could he possibly ask for? XD

Now all that's left for me to do is just re-evaluate my family and life in general...