"Hello?"
"Vicky? It's Timmy's mother."
Vicky unconsciously put on her sickeningly sweet ruse that the Turners were no doubt accustomed to by now.
"What can I do for you Mrs. Turner?" "Ugh this voice could give someone Diabetes..."
"Vicky my husband just got a promotion, a big promotion and we are planning on going away for the summer!"
"Okay so what do you need from me?"
"Well we were hoping you would be able to watch Timmy after all you two always get along so well."
"That may be but I'm actually retiring Mrs. Turner."
"Huh, what a coincidence, we were actually going to call you last night and tell you we no longer needed your services because we felt Timmy was finally mature enough to not need a babysitter but decided to put it off until this morning, but then my husband's supervisor called and told him about the promotion and just like that my husband decided we should go on a trip in celebration!"
Vicky looked at the phone in disgust over the revelation that they were going to fire her before she could quit and thought to herself: "You Bitch!" before quickly repairing the crack in her facade.
"Yeah what a funny coincidence... That being said I still intend to retire Mrs. Turner..."
"You would be paid well..."
"I appreciate that but-"
"Very well..."
Vicky's normally pink eyes turned a brilliant green for only a fraction of a second. True she was wealthy beyond her wildest dreams but money was certainly something you just couldn't get enough of...
"Well if you're gonna twist my arm how can I refuse?"
"Excellent Vicky, I knew we could count on you! Just so you know we will need someone around to keep an eye on him, you know stay out of the liquor cabinet don't spend too much with the credit card..."
"Credit card?"
"Yes you know, for food and whatnot."
Vicky's wallet had taken on a life of it's own and was now excitedly jumping up and down with the prospect of getting even more full despite its already swollen appearance.
"Well alright, is there anything else Mrs. Turner?"
"Yes there are a few more things... We need you to uh... move in."
Vicky dropped her phone from shock.
"Vicky?"
She quickly snatched the phone back up.
"Y-Yep! I'm fine! The phone just slipped! Do you uh... have a spare k-key?"
"Of course! I'll bring it over when we leave today! Thank you so much for this, we really appreciate it!"
"Well you know me, always happy to lend a helping hand!"
"Great, let's see... well at this point I'm sure you know everything you need to know about taking care of Timmy-"
"Better than you do by now." She mused to herself.
"- so we'll be over to drop the key off in about an hour."
"Okay I'll be here packing up some clothes and other things I need."
Vicky placed her phone down on her end table, took out her suitcase, and began packing her clothes and various sharp objects absentmindedly, choosing to leave behind any power tools like her favorite chainsaw for more portable tools of destruction.
"Let's see... lucky katana, lucky flail, lucky machete..."
After packing her preferred instruments of her song of death and packing her clothes (much of which consisted of her usual green t-shirt/black jeans combo) she added in a couple bikinis for the pool she had Timmy build one summer and some more 'girly' clothes like shorts and tank tops that Tootie insisted she get in case she ever decided to stop being evil and start acting somewhat ladylike.
"Like that'll ever happen..."
Vicky heard a car horn from her driveway and realized the Turners had arrived while she was lost in her thoughts of packing.
Re-equipping her facade she went outside to greet them:
"Hello Mr. and Mrs. Turner!"
"Hello Vicky! Thank you again for doing this."
"Think nothing of it!" "Long as I'm getting paid well of course."
"Here's the key, Timmy doesn't really have to go to bed at any particular time with school being out.
"Well that's surprisingly lenient..."
"Well that should be it, have a nice summer!"
"You too!"
The Turner's sped in reverse out of her driveway and into the street then putting the car into drive sped off leaving a trail of embers in their wake.
"When did they buy a sports car?"
Returning to her room Vicky grabbed her suitcase full of clothing and pain and began carrying it downstairs realizing it was actually quite heavy. Entering the kitchen she stopped at the table to find her parents home.
"Why are you guys here and not, I don't know, at work?"
"Tootie scraped her knee and we wanted to make sure she was okay." Came the reply from her father.
"She's fine thankfully, but can't be too careful right Veronica?" This from her mother.
"It's Vicky."
"Whatever."
"Yeah, at any rate the Turner's have asked me to move in for the summer to watch their son while they go do things that probably can't be talked about or referenced in a show for children and young adults."
"That's nice Valeria."
"Well since you guys are cool with it I'm heading out. Bye."
"Alright Vincent Valentine have a nice time storming the castle."
This shocked Vicky to some extent but not as much as it would have if she were not accustomed to this treatment by her parents.
"I don't even- Wha- *sigh* Bye."
She left the kitchen and returned to her room realizing she didn't pack her blanket or favorite(only) teddy bear. She was honestly glad to be getting a vacation from her parents and their ignorance of her existence.
Back in the kitchen...
"Who was that guy?" asked Vicky's mom.
"I dunno probably someone looking to sell us something." came the reply from Vick.
"What did he say his name was? Victor, Vance, ...Volsung! That was it! Ancient Nordic I think..."
It wasn't until two in the afternoon that Vicky decided she had everything she needed. True she only lived a few blocks away but figured it would be best for her sanity not to interrupt her paid vacation. So she struggled out of her house with her now completely over stuffed suitcase. Throwing it into her car she got in and pulled out of the driveway (she had no intention of leaving her car with her parents) and drove towards the Turner house, toward her favorite victim. Remembering she forgot something she grabbed her phone and dialed Tootie's number:
"Hi Vicky, what's up?"
"Nothing just going on vacation for the summer in case you were looking for me- wait where are you?"
"I went out to the mall with friends."
"You have friends?" she said this as a joke but realized it sounded meaner only after it crossed her lips.
"Yeah smart ass I do. Chester, AJ, and Timmy."
"Well if you need to get in touch, you have my number."
"Okay."
"Hey, I love you Toots, you know that right?"
"I know Vicky, I love you too. Why the sudden display of affection sis?"
"No reason, I'll talk to you later."
"Okay..."
Vicky hung up without saying a goodbye or waiting for one and felt the prickle of tears at the corners of her eyes.
"Even though I have been so horrible to her she forgives me... I really don't deserve a sister like her..."
Vicky wiped her eyes, and swallowed her emotions past the lump in her throat. She was Vicky, she had no time to be weak and put her emotions on display like this, not to mention she had her image to keep up.
She passed by a van parked at the side of the road that was completely unmarked, just a plain white van, but there were all sorts of antennae on it along with small satellite dishes. To most, it would be unusual but not particularly troubling, to Vicky it was noteworthy because she knew who drove it: Denzel Crocker, resident psycho and seeker of the unknown(bullshit). She knew he suspected that Timmy had fairy godparents or some such nonsense and when she was younger he had investigated her thinking that her unapproachable nature and general meanness indicated some magical involvement or something. Eventually it seemed Timmy piqued his interest more than her and he began bothering him instead. She could never quite place what it was that she didn't like about him but thought it was probably the whole 'he has an ear on his neck' thing, that or the feeling she got that he sought world domination (like minded people have a radar for that sort of thing) but she did not trust him. She was not, however, afraid of the meek little man and knew that she would probably have no trouble kicking his ass eight ways from Sunday should the need ever arise.
Continuing on she found herself on the street the Turner's lived on and passing by a few more houses (including the one that gray kid lived in).
"What was his name? Franklin, Freddy...? Francis! That's it!... Why is he gray?"
She had babysat him before but his parents were convinced(threatened) by Francis himself to fire her only a few weeks later likely because Francis was afraid of Vicky and Francis' parents were afraid of him(also they weren't gray which was unusual).
"If only they knew what I was really like." she mused to herself.
Pulling into the Turner's driveway, Vicky thought a most unusual thought to herself:
"Maybe I'll give the Twerp a break today..."
She was shocked as soon as the thought crossed her mind. Why would she ever do that?
"I know, to lull him into thinking he'll have it easy, then I'll go back to evil babysitter Vicky and he'll be blindsided! Probably."
Getting out of the car and grabbing her suitcase which, with all of the stuff packed into it, was beginning to appear more and more like a mystical bag of holding and struggled with it to the front door before fishing out the spare key the Turner's gave her and inserting it in the keyhole, she swung the door open(tempting as it was to kick it in she didn't want to hire a contractor to fix it).
"Or just blame it on Timmy like I normally would." Again came the feeling of giving him a reprieve from her now established cruelty and she couldn't explain why this time.
"Maybe I'm just not feeling well today... I'll just lie down for a while and probably feel better when I get up... Twerp?" she called and received no reply then remembering that he was out with Tootie and their friends.
"Well whatever I could use the nap anyway." she said as she propped the suitcase up against the couch and dropped into the soft cushions. She was asleep almost immediately.