i. Giggling, a three year old Terrence Maybeck, dove behind the couch away from his parents who were trying to catch him. He didn't like baths. Not one bit.

"Terry, we're going to get you!" His mom, Genevieve, cooed, looking behind the TV, which was another one of Maybeck's favorite hiding spots.

"Where could our little man be?" His dad, Jerry, crossed his arms in thought as he looked around the living room.

Terrence stifled a laugh and popped up from behind the couch, "I here daddy!" He didn't necessarily understand that he just sold himself out. When he did, it was too late, his dad had scooped him up while his mom ran upstairs to get the bath going.

"Noooooooo! I don't want to take a bath daddy!" He whined as Jerry took him upstairs to the bathroom.

"Why? You'll attract all the ladies' in pre-school." His dad chuckled as Genevieve scolded him.

"He's a three year old, Jer!"

"I know, I know, I'm just kidding."

The Maybeck family was a tight knit threesome, and they loved each other very much. From a young age, Terrence expressed his love for art...on the walls of course. Genevieve didn't mind (but it took a while for Jerry to get used to it), so they comprised and let him have a wall in his room just for coloring on.

ii. By the time he was eight, Maybeck had moved three times. It was because his father was in the Navy, and the job required his family to move wherever the base was. He was in Virginia now, and starting his first day of school at Brookwood Elementary, even though it was already January. He managed, though. Terry managed the rest of his second grade year there. He never saw his father often anymore, but when he did the moments were complete bliss. It was a humid August day, his mother and Terry were waiting the arrival of Jerry. He was supposed to be coming later this afternoon. Neither of them expected what actually had come. Late at night, after Genevieve's worrying and Terrence's drawing (more out of stress, but the eight year old didn't know it he didn't know it), a knock came to the door.

Terry's ears perked up, "dad!" He exclaimed as he got up, running downstairs but stopping halfway when he saw his mom at the door. There was also two uniformed men that were talking. Terry couldn't exactly make out what they were saying, but it made his mommy break down crying. That was the day he found out that his dad was killed.

iii. At the age of ten, Terry Maybeck's life went upside down. His mom was diagnosed with stage 2 breast cancer. Genevieve and Maybeck still lived in their house in Virginia after his father's death. They went on with life eventually, and when Maybeck thought everything was getting better, it only got worse.

"Are you going to live, momma?" Maybeck asked one day as he snuggled up to her side when they were watching their favorite Disney movie, The Lion King, together.

"I promise you, Terry. I will fight my hardest to stay with you for as long as I can." Genevieve said, her southern accent breaking as she rubbed his shoulder gently.

Maybeck wasn't expecting her death day. Everything seemed so chaotic. Like the world around him was just crumbling to a million pieces that he wasn't able to pick up. Terrence was 12 now, and Genevieve fought breast cancer bravely for two years. He was standing by her hospital bed, holding her hand tightly. Her health had been great for a few months and one day it just deflated.

"I love you, Terry. Always remember that. Stay strong, okay? Keep up your grades. Keep up with your art. You are truly amazing at it, just like your Aunt Bess." Genevieve said weakly, squeezing Terry's hand.

"Momma please don't go. I need you. I love you." Terry said, his eyes full of tears, "you can do it, and I know it. Please." He pleaded before his mother's heartbeat monitor flat-lined.

iiii. After his mother's funeral, Terry moved in with his Aunt Bess to Orlando, Florida. She had an apartment above her art shop, The Crazy Glaze, and was happy to be the legal guardian of Maybeck. Terry, on the other hand, wasn't so happy about it. He loved his Aunt, really. However, depression had taken over the twelve year old's body. And it took a while for him to strengthen his walls. When he did, he was a different person than who he used to be. Now he was more closed off, sometimes a jerk, but still an artist that his mom wanted him to be. When he was fourteen, news got around about the DHI Program, Disney Host Interactive (Daylight Hologram Imaging). He heard that it could help with his college payments and things like that he didn't quite understand. If anything Aunt Jelly could use the help to pay for his college. And he auditioned for it. What he never thought would happen, happened. Terry Maybeck was a DHI, and he knew his parents would be proud.

What did you guys think of this? I hope it's not too sad, but I like exploring the life of Maybeck because he deserves a lot more attention than what the KK fandom has given him LOL! If you liked this please leave a nice review or maybe even fav it? I'm thinking of doing a second chapter where he finally opens up to his fellow keepers. Lemme know what you think

~fangirl for days