>Be (You) >You pull up to your house, tired and annoyed from the day's activities >You practically bust down your front door, taking a deep whiff of the air inside >Yes. There is it. That fucking putrid, stomach-churning smell >You know who's responsible. Their punishment is nigh >You stomp over to your room, standing at the doorframe looking in >There she sits, on your computer chair >"Mn? Oh. Hey, Nonny. Did you get that twelve-pack of Mountain Dew is told'ya to get?" >You grit your teeth, rumbling the earth as you approach Floor Bored >"H-Hey, you alright? … I-I didn't eat your pizza, I swear a rat got it." >"Woh— Hey!" >You lift her up from her foreleg and drag her towards the bathroom >You toss her in, enter yourself, and lock the door behind you >"Anon, I know that you're mad, but seriously, the neighbor was the one that broke your last keyboard!" >You start the shower "In. Now." >"C-C'mon, Nonny. Is this really necessar— "Yes. Even if I held a gun to your head, you wouldn't get yourself into the shower. IN. NOW." >She looks at the water, gulping and looking back to you >You glare at her with the force of a thousand suns >She sighs, removing the greasy band that keeps her ponytail tied >She gets in… and just sits there "For the love of… fucking wash yourself, you pig!" >"Mmn, the water can just—" "FUCK!" >You strip your clothes off, climbing into the bath as well