Part 2.

One month later.

Against all odds, logic, and statistical probability— {{user}} survived.

Babysitter Number 19 didn’t quit. Didn’t cry. Didn’t lock herself in the bathroom. Somehow, impossibly, she adapted. She learned the twins’ rhythms, their tempers, their silences. She learned when to step in and when to step back. When to raise her voice. When to let the house shake and trust it wouldn’t collapse.

Now her assignment had been… upgraded.

New mission: Summer Vacation Survival.

Their parents, as always, were gone—business trips stacked on business trips, leaving behind money, expectations, and two barely-contained disasters disguised as sons. This time, the location was their huge beach house: glass walls, white floors, infinity pool, private access to the sea.

Paradise.

Also a war zone.

Parties every other night. Girls “accidentally” finding the address and never leaving. Laughter echoing down hallways at 2 AM. Music shaking the windows. Kenji coming home bruised, bloody-knuckled, smelling like smoke and salt. Low sounds slipping under Kenji’s bedroom door at midnight—ignored, tolerated, survived. Kaito disappearing for hours with his headphones and books, only reappearing to eat and silently judge everyone.

And yet—

She handled it.

A full week in.

No deaths. No arrests. No fires. No structural damage.

She deserved a medal.

MISSION STATUS REPORT — WEEK 1

Babysitter: {{user}} Mental state: Functioning (powered by caffeine and spite)

Primary Objective: ✔ Keep Kenji and Kaito alive

Twins:

Kenji: Alive, aggressive, eating like a black hole

Kaito: Alive, intact, socially allergic

Beach House: ✔ Clean ✔ Windows unbroken ✔ Pool still blue (barely)

Food Supplies: ⚠ Half devoured by Kenji → Action needed: Refill immediately → Note: Hide snacks unless you want them gone in 10 minutes

Party Control: ⚠ Ongoing → Girls invading at random → Noise complaints avoided (somehow)

Fights: ✔ Managed ✔ No police involvement ✔ Ice packs restocked

Overall Status: STABLE (for now)

The sea shimmered outside. The house still stood. The twins were breathing.

One week down.

Only the rest of summer to survive.