Five year old Roxy Lalonde sat, drawing with little stumps of Crayons. Her Mother was still at work. Her personal babysitter, their cat Jaspers, sat on the couch meowing. The TV was on Disney in the background, but she wasn't paying attention to it. The phone rang, and Roxy excitedly got up to go check who it was. It was her Mother, so she answered.

"Hey Mommy!" Roxy said, her voice filled with hope on what was going to be said next.

"Hello Darling. Mother's at the door. Would you mind letting me in?" Though, she knew the answer. Roxy ran as fast as her little legs would go. She grabbed the door knob to the big oak door, pulling on it until it opened. This was a game. Rose would call, unlock the door, and let Roxy open it with her 'Amazing strength.'

Rose's arms swooped down and picked Roxy up, shutting the door and shuffling away. Roxy eyed a bag Rose had, swinging around on her Mother's arm. "What's in there?" "A surprise." When they got back into the living room, Rose set Roxy down, before taking the 'Surprise' out of the box.

Roxy giggled as her Mother gave her a new box of Crayons. "Thanks Mommy!" Roxy said, her eyes lighting up. In turn, Rose Lalonde smiled bitterly. "Your welcome dear." Was her response, like always. Rose sat down in her 'Mommy chair' as Roxy called it, watching her color.

The little girl was so full of energy. Rose sighed, remembering how it used to be, before she was forced to take on that god-forsaken job. Watching those horrible things happen every night, murdering with her own bare hands, sometimes she just-

"Mommy look! It's Me, You, and Jaspers!" Rose's attention was brought back down when she saw a drawing in front of her face.

She gently held it, as Roxy bounced on her feet. "Very cute darling." Rose smiled, patting Roxy's head. "Yay!" The little one announced, laughing.

The phone rang again, and Roxy went to go answer it. Rose leaned back, rubbing her temples. She knew who it was. That goddamn Strider. "Mommy! It's Uncle Dave! He says its super dee duper important!" Roxy yelled. 'Of Course', Rose bitterly thought, narrowing her eyes. As soon as she gets out, he calls her, talking shitty nonsense.

"I think it's bed time now Roxy." Rose said, hurrying the little girl off. "Really?" "Really. Jaspers said so too." "Mrow." After Roxy left, Rose picked up the phone.

"What the hell is it Strider?" Rose whispered, hatred dripping from each word.

"Woah, Geez calm your tits. Just wanted to let you know, you've got Rainbow duty tomorrow." His voice annoyed Rose to no end.

"My breast have nothing to due with the fact that I hate you calling me. I already knew I have Rainbow duty, Strider."

"Sorry Miss 'I have no reason to deal with you outside of work'."

"That's a long nickname Dave."

"So now I'm Dave?" She heard a snicker in the back ground.

"I will tell everyone about your little experience with the Bronze one. Don't think I won't. I remember how he was so upset, that he was happy to be chosen on my Rainbow Duty."

Silence was heard, before a forced scoff.

"You wouldn't Lalonde."

Rose smirked, "Don't try me Strider. Now, let me get some rest, or the whole Staff will know how you raped a poor innocent Tavros Nitram when you knew he was an underage troll."

Dave hung up, and Rose sighed with content. She put the phone back on it's charger and went to go take a bath.

Kanaya Maryam sat in filth. She dabbed a torn piece of her nightgown onto her Mother's forehead, while Porrim cleaned a cut on her stomach. The Dolorosa moaned in pain occasionally, tears streaming down her face.

"What happened Mother?" Kanaya asked gently, as to not upset her. Dolorosa coughed, before answering. "Mr. Strider saw me conversing with Signless. He took what actions thought was necessary." Porrim growled, and Dolorosa patter her thigh. "Now, Now, Darling. Calm down."

"How can I when we live in actual shit." She couldn't deny that. It was total and absolute shit. They would never take the trash out of the cages, and while the Maryam's tried to keep it organized, it failed miserably. Smells wafted from others cages, mingling with their own stench. If one was not used to it, they would surely have bile in their throats.

Kanaya wavered a bit. "Shouldn't they at least have Doctor look at you?" Dolorosa shook her head. "The only Doctor who would care for us was Doctor Scratch. He was recently…." She didn't even have to finish for both Kanaya and Porrim to know what happened to him.

"Those reckless Humans! All they do is kill us and never try to understand us! All because we are different!" Porrim began one of her 'Justice for All Trolls' rants. Kanaya really didn't listen, but got scared when another troll, Most likely Karkat, yelled at her to shut it and go to bed.

Porrim mumbled, but finished cleaning Dolorosa's wound the best she could. "I'm sorry Mother."

Dolorosa patted her cheek. "Hush darling. You need rest." Porrim sighed and curled up on the Dolorosa's legs, her 'bed'. The Dolorosa patted Kanaya's cheek as well. "Please go to sleep darling, who know's what will happen tomorrow." Kanaya went to protest, but stopped as her Mother herself drifted off.

She rubbed her eyes and curled next to her Mother's good side, trying to sleep.