Rosy, "SCOURGE! WAKE UP!"

Scourge was aroused from sleep with a startle.

Scourge, "Huh! What's going on!?"

Rosy, "I made you waffles."

Rosy made Scourge waffles! She feed him one at a time and she only gave him more if he asked. Then she wiped his mouth clean with a hot towel.

Scourge, (Yeah this is the life)

Rosy looked at Scourge with her hands on her hips.

Rosy, "Scourgy you've been bad."

Scourge, "I didn't know. What did I do?"

Rosy, "There are dirty dishes in the sink."

Scourge, "but!"

Rosy, "Excuses!? How dare you. I take care of you and this is what I get. You're a snot ball."

Scourge, "Sorry."

Rosy, "Sorry doesn't wash the dishes. Now get over there."

Scourge sat on the side of his bed. He put his weight in his good leg then his bad. It hurt like a knife shot through his bad leg. He clenched his teeth and stood. He found if he kept his weight on his strong leg it wasn't that bad. He managed to take very small baby steps to the sink.

Scourge, (Rosy treats me so nice and all I do is screw up. Why can't I do anything right?)

While washing the dishes Scourge managed to catch his refection in the dish water. It reminded him of his snot colored fur.

Scourge, (Rosy is so pretty and I'm so ugly. How does she put up with me. I wish I had my blue fur back.)

Scourge was depressed. He stood still for awhile pondering his refection. The more he stared at it, the more he couldn't believe that monster was him.

The sound of water began to trickle on the floor. A puddle was forming at Scourges feet.

Scourge, "Where is that coming from? It's not the sink. There no leeks in the ceiling. Where?"

Rosy, "WHATS WRONG WITH YOU!? YOU WET ON MY FLOOR!"

Scourge, " It not me! It's the… It's… Oh my guess it is me! What's happening!? I don't know what to do! I'm scared."

Rosy, "WHAT ABOUT MY WOOD FLOOR!?"

Rosy slapped Scourge across the face so hard he fell back into the dishes knocking them over. The fell and shattered on the ground.

Rosy, "Look what you have done."

Scourge, "It was an accident."

Rosy, "There are no such things as accidents."

Rosy grabbed Scourge and threw him to the ground. He fell pone the shattered bits and his own urine. Rosy roared and stopped off. Scourge felt guilty. Deep down he knew it was his fault, he was careless. He should have payed attention.

As the days passed Scourge enjoyed Rosy's attention but he would always make a mistake here or there; luckily Rosy would correct him. She was so nice leaving less bruises then he deserved.

A few weeks past. Rosy felt like Scourge didn't deserve to be bathed for his bad behavior. He forgot to clean the sponge he used to clean the dishes.

From lack of hygiene and bladder control Scourge developed a urinary tract infection and gained gangrene in his leg. He became delirious.

Scourge was on his urine socked bed shaking with fever. Rosy looked at him shock her head in disapproval.

Scourge, "I'm sorry"

Rosy, "Sorry for what? Being a gross piece of snot failure."

Scourge, "Daddy."

Rosy, "huh?"

Scourge, "Daddy."

Rosy, "Not only are you snot but your brain is snot too."

Scourge, "Daddy. I'm sorry I killed you daddy."

Rosy, "Killed!?"

Scourge, "Daddy."

Rosy, " You killed your father?" Cool. I find that hot. I killed mine too and my mother."

Scourge, "Daddy."

Rosy sat by Scourge. Leaned it and kissed him on the lips.

Scourge, "Dadd…"

Rosy made out with Scourge and suck her tongue in his mouth. He was unresponsive.

Scourge, "daddy."

Rosy, "Ahh. You snot ball. Act like you don't notice me. Fine until you pay attention to me I won't pay attention to you."

Rosy walked off leaving Scourge alone.