PART 2
Meanwhile, somewhere in the snow void where Jessie and Miyamoto were. That would be, according to the last couple fics, right next door from the Madame Boss mansion.
Jessie, who for whatever reason, had a far more advanced vocabulary than Giovanni though they were either supposed to be the same age, two years old, or maybe she's 6 again for some reason, happily ate snows meals while wearing fur rugs.
"Here is more snow on a plate," said Miyamoto.
"Oh boy!" Jessie jammed it in her mouth. "It would be cool if you molded it into food shapes, but plain old snow on a plate is good too. I'm so glad you didn't give me up for adoption and didn't go to a foster home and grow into a bold and sassy but overall functional human being instead of a clingy helpless shut-in who lives to obsess over a dude she met once during her childhood every waking moment."
"Sorry you have to live so poorly now, Jessie, unlike in the canon where I would have otherwise given you a better chance at life," said Miyamoto. "The plot won't really let me and my boss is a greedy woman who refuses to give me a raise despite me being her best friend and member of Team Rocket."
Jessie did the head-tilting confusion thing. "I don't get it, duuuuh."
"Someday I'll catch the rare Mew and make a huge profit. Unless I die in an avalanche. Over and over and over," said Miyamoto, smiling cheerfully. "But you'll sit here and obsess over me or Giovanni."
"Ah, I see. I am compelled by the narration to ask questions relating to Giovanni, your slave bosses hot abused son," Jessie said. "We're destined to be shipped as OTP, so I can't do anything except talk about him when he's not here. Is he really a spoiled brat like his mommy says he is?"
"Of course not. That's not our canon," said Miyamoto. "He's very sad and mistreated and misunderstood. He's not a bad person at all. He's miserable and lonely. We need to save him one day. With our vaginas."
"Yes, we will. We can't do anything else," said Jessie. She stuck out her tongue. "Then I'll make out with him!"
"I don't want you to grow up to be a brat girl. You're a cute nice girl," said Miyamoto.
"Sometimes you frighten me, Mommy," Jessie admitted.
"I won't give you up for adoption because if I do, you won't get shipped with Giovanni and you'll end up with some terrible weirdo named James in a more popular pairing. And also you'll turn into a brat with opinions of her own and free will."
"What's so wrong with that?" Jessie eyed her mother suspiciously.
"Poor Giovanni doesn't have a mother to love him. Love is more important than money. He's not evil because he's rich. He's not evil at all. He was abused and tormented until he went down the path of evil. It's not canon that he's bad. That's a lie perpetuated by the trolls." Miyamoto grabbed Jessie and shook her. "Do you understand?"
"Y-yes!" Jessie gasped.
"You must be nice and cute and in love with Giovanni, who I talk about and care about more than you," said Miyamoto. "Hope you didn't notice."
"Uh, okay," said Jessie. "No, I didn't notice. I have no brain anymore. I love Giovanni!"
"Yes, you do," said Miyamoto.
She held her cute little girl before tucking her in the bed. Is it just a single blanket or another fur rug?
"Giovanni," Jessie mumbled in her sleep. "When we grow up a little bit more, I want your hot cock."
And now back to Madame Boss beating the fuck out Giovanni some more. Because we didn't get enough of that. She beat him again, watching him cry.
"Just try to go to sleep now, my horrible little brat boy."
She went back to her room to sleep with Persian before Giovanni screamed again. The Persian ran and hid beneath the bed. Madame Boss got up to see if something was wrong with Giovanni, and this is the God's honest narration written in the original fic and I'm astounded. What was wrong with him? YOU BEAT HIM SENSELESS AND LEFT HIM INJURED AND SCREAMING. That's what was wrong with him.
"What is your problem now, little sissy bitch?"
Giovanni hopped out of bed and ran up and hugged and kissed her leg.
"Ew, what the fuck! Are you retarded?" She slapped him again, knocking him down. "Time for your pacifier again! That ought to shut you up." She stuck it in his mouth. She saw him sobbing and licked her lips all over, making a disgusting noise. "Yeah, that's right. Keep on crying. I love it."
He followed her, leading her to step on his tiny foot.
"Not enough to crush the bones, but just enough to be really fucking exciting, huh?" she moaned. "Sweet fuck, bet everyone wishes this person would have stuck to writing formerly buff men turned into effeminate gay twinks getting raped up the butthole and bleeding instead of child torture, eh?"
Giovanni continued to cry and need medical attention. Madame Boss kept on grabbing and beating him until he got the message to get the fuck out of there. He went back to bed and sobbed until he passed out.
Meanwhile, back at the cabin across the street, Jessie whispered again...
"No fair. I wish I could beat Giovanni until he screams and cries," she said. "But I'm the nice adorable sweet girlfriend."
