Vicky storms down the hall of her apartment complex. Her fists clenched, nails digging into her palms. She stops in front of her shared apartment. Fishing around her purse for her keys before driving them into the keyhole. She enters the apartment, slamming the door shut behind her. Almost breaking it off its hinges. She doesn't bother with locking it as she makes her way to her bedroom. She needs to get this stupid princess dress off. Mark peeks his head out of the bathroom. "Vic-aky your home!" he calls out, slithering his slimy green body into the living room. "I've finished cleaning the bathroom to your weird human preferences" she rolls her eyes and goes into the bedroom. Tearing the godforsaken dress off her body. She takes off the crown, throwing it against the wall. Leaving a dent on the crown and the wall. She doesn't care, this shitty apartment is falling apart anyway. She changes into some comfy sweatpants and a tank top and walks back into the living room where Mark is waiting at her beck and call. She collapses onto the couch. Mark sits next to her. "You are very angry today Vic-aky, did something happen?" he asks her curiously. "Did something happen?" she replies mockingly. "I just had the worst day of my life!" she shouts angrily, throwing her arms up in frustration.
She groans, lowering herself further on the couch. Laying her legs on the tangled mass of Mark's many tentacles. "Rub my feet, will ya?" Mark nods enthusiastically, wrapping two of his appendages around each foot; massaging them with slow gentle precision. "Oohh yeah, that's the spot" she says as she feels her body relax. "So…you gonna like, tell Mark what's up or?" he asks as he continues massaging his beloved's feet. She signs, recounting the events of that day. "The gig started out like normal, got booked to entertain at some twerp's birthday party, played the part for a bit, then forced the kids to make my products…"
"Alright"
"…and as it turns out the kid's parents are loaded, a bunch of rich folks who couldn't be bothered to attend their own kid's birthday party, which meant I was the only adult there and I could get away with way more than I normally can..."
"Sounds pretty alright to me" he remarks. "It would have been, if it wasn't for these four annoying little twerps who kept tormenting me with their dumb little pranks and ratted me out to their parents!" she shouts. "Dude…that suc-" she cuts him off. "Oh no, that wasn't the worst part" she feels her muscles tense are her anger resurfaces. "The worst part was finding out that one of those little twerps from my lemonade stand was the kid's dad!"
"Whoa…"
"Yeah! and of course, it was laziest one out of the lot! The ungrateful little twerp! How dare he get rich and not give me anything!"
"Far out…" he stops, thinking for moment before reaching in between the couch cushions. She looks at him in annoyed confused. What the hell is he doing? She moves her feet away, sitting herself upright on the couch. He seems to find something as his face lights up for a moment. "Got it" he pulls the thing out. It's some trashy magazine. The type you find at your local supermarket with the ugly bold text plastered all over the cover. He turns to her, showing her the cover. "Is this the dude you're talking about?" he asks. She takes a closer look. Ginger hair, blue eyes and a singular white tooth which stood in deep contrast to the many golden teeth that crowded his mouth. Oh, that was him alright. She snatches the magazine from the alien's hand(?) glaring at the man on the front cover. "Oh, that's him alright, Dale Dimmadome, the little twerp!" she screams as she starts ripping the magazine to pieces. "Vic-kay you had the owner of Dimmadome G0bal, Dale Dimmadome, imprisoned in your lemon dungeon? You truly are the most fearsome being on the planet of earth" Mark says lovingly. "He owns what!?" she exclaims. "Dimmadome G0bal" he states innocently.
"I heard what you said idiot!" she furrows her brow. "God, that means when I bought my phone off Dimmazon I was just handing him my own hard-earned cash!"
"Yes! And buying it off Dimmazon would have made him even more money, did I forget to mention he owns that too?" She grabs the tv remote from the coffee table and throws it at the squid. "Why the hell didn't you tell me this before!?" she shouts at him angrily. Mark looks at her innocently, rubbing at the spot where the remote hit him. "I thought you knew…"
"Does this look like the face of someone who knew!?" she loudly remarks, pointing at her face. She sighs. "Next you'll be telling me he's related to Doug Dimmadome!" she snorts. "…owner of the Dimsdale Dimmadome?" he inquires. Her eyes widen. She grabs Mark by his torso, her hands griping on his squishy green flesh tightly. "Mark don't tell me he's actually related to the guy" she says, hoping to whatever higher power is up there that it's a joke. "Okay…I won't" he replies sheepishly.
She lets go. Standing from the couch, her expression cold. In one quick movement she grabs the tv remote from where it had landed before and throws it hard against the apartment wall. Smashing the remote to pieces and leaving a moderately sized hole in the wall. She breathes heavily, her heart pounding in her chest. "Whoa dude that's gnarly" Mark remarks, ever more amazed by the redheaded human. She sits back down, covering her face in her hands. "I could have made so much money if I had ransomed him off…" she says sadly in a hushed tone. Tears start to form in her eyes as she thinks about all the money she could have had; she could have made millions! But it's too late now, he's all grown up. He has a company, multiple companies which generate millions in revenue each year. And what does she have? A birthday princess gig that makes her jack squat and an online store that no one even buys from. She feels the tears roll off her face as she sobs into her hands. When did she get so pitiful?
"Oh, my sweet violent Vic-kay don't cry…" Mark says trying to comfort her. "…why don't we go destroy other human's properties? That always cheers you up!" he takes her hands, holding them gently in his tentacles. She can see his hands start to burn from this physical display of affection but he doesn't seem to take any notice of it. She sniffles, wiping her eyes. She gives him a small smile. "Yeah, let's wreak some stuff" Mark grins as he gets up from couch. She follows suit as they both get to the door leading out of the apartment. Mark puts on his human disguise as Vicky opens the door. They both head out, grinning wickedly.
