"And that's why I would make a great Childcare Services...person." Olive waved his hand in a small circle.

The Yoshi parent gave Olive a blank stare. "You mean a Babysitter?"

"Why would I want to sit on the baby? I'm supposed to watch it, not kill it."

The Yoshi rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Fine...just be careful please?"

"I will make sure to carefully watch the child!" Olive held his hand out. "That is my pledge!"

The Yoshi walked off and Olive entered the house. There was a pink Yoshi sitting at a table with a play tea set ready.

"Heeeeello there," Olive said, floating over to the kid.

"Play." She held out a cup.

"Okay! Sure!" Olive sat down on the floor across from her. "What are we playing?"

She held out a doll. "This is my baby."

"Okay..."

"And you're the daddy."

"Um...Me? Why?"

"We're married."

"What?"

"We're having lunch with our baby."

Olive eyed the doll. It looked just like him, and that sent shivers down his folds. Olive tore his gaze away from the doll of himself back towards the Yoshi.

"Why does it look like me?"

"This is the only toy I have. Do you want to play or not?"

"But, when did I get turned into a marketable plushie...?"

"Mommy made it for me."

Correction, it wasn't a Yoshi. It was a Birdo. Olive felt ashamed that he couldn't tell the difference at first. He eyed the wall behind her. There was multiple advertisements from Olive's Childcare Services hanging on the wall. The images of Olive were cut out from the ads, and the rest of the ad had been tossed into the garbage.

"Um..."

Looking around, he realized that the Birdo had turned their entire house into a giant Olive shrine.

"Oh no..."

It was no wonder the father had been so hesitant to accept Olive's offer at first. And why he seemed so desperate to get out of the house.

"Cr-crazy fangirl..."

"What was that?"

Olive stood. "Just a minute..." He wet to the phone and called the Birdo's father. "You didn't tell me she was obsessed!"

The other side stayed silent for a moment. "Oh, it's you."

"What are you doing, honey?"

"Get me out of here!" Olive hissed. "I can not deal with this level of stress!"

"Well," the father answered, "if you can find another sitter to replace you, then you can leave when they get there. Otherwise, you're stuck there."

Olive slammed the phone onto the receiver. He turned and saw the Birdo standing right behind him.

"Trying to escape? You can't. You're mine now."

Olive felt sweat running down the back of his neck. "O-of course I wasn't trying to leave! I was just talking to your dad, is all."

"I'm going to make us some sammiches!" She happily skipped into the kitchen.

Olive waited until she left before dialing up another number on the phone. "Hello?" He asked, voice cracking.

"Hello...? Who is this?"

"Listen, I accepted a babysitting job. But now, I'm stuck in the house with a crazy fangirl!"

"I don't know you."

"Wait, don't hang up! Don't hang up!"

The phone clicked on the other end. Olive kept dialing up numbers until the Birdo came back.

"I made sammiches!" She held out a sandwich. It looked like two pieces of bread holding together raw meat.

"Um...are these even edible?" He muttered to himself. He went to take a bite of the sandwich when she pushed it down.

"My mommy and daddy always kiss before eating."

"Nuh-nuh. I'm saving my first kiss for the guy of my-"

She took advantage of the moment and kissed him. Olive dropped his meat sandwich and pushed her away.

"Stop! Get away from me!"

"But, we're playing..."

Olive made a break to the phone. "Alright, time to call somebody I know will believe me."

"Hello?"

"Hi, Dimentio!"

"Why are you calling me? And from someone else's phone? What are you doing?"

"Have you ever dealt with crazy fangirls?"

"Let me guess, you have one."

"Yes! And she doesn't want to leave me alone!"

Dimentio snickered. "I'm coming over. I wanna watch."

"Dimentio!"

"Why don't you just tell her?"

"I don't want to hurt her feelings. That's mean..."

"When dealing with these kind of people, you have to hurt their feelings. If they realize you aren't just a pretty face and nice personality, they'll stop liking you." His voice went from joking to serious.

"Well, I don't know. She's still just a kid."

"And so are you. You two are way too young to be on either side of this." Dimentio hung up on Olive.

"Hurt her feelings...? But I could never." Olive sighed. "I'm not like Dimentio, I would never do something so mean as to hurt her feelings." He looked at her, still in the kitchen.

Olive flew over to her. Her face lit up. "Olive!"

"I don't like you that way."

"What...?"

"Look, I know you have feelings for me. I just don't like you that way. I'm sorry."

Tears built up in her eyes. "You're so mean!"

"No, I didn't mean it like-"

She pushed him over and stormed upstairs just as her mother entered the house.

"Hm? Oh, you're the boy my daughter has a crush on." She came over to the origami boy. "Are you okay?"

"I-I just broke her heart." Olive grabbed his chest. "And now I hurt too." Olive resisted the urge to cry. "I'm sorry. I'm a monster."

Olive dashed out of the house. He felt terrible, and it was all Dimentio's fault.