You and 21 had been living together for a while now—and when you said "21," you meant all of her. Android and Majin. Good and Evil. Sweet and Sadistic. Somehow, against all odds, it worked... mostly.

Sure, you no longer had to worry about Evil 21 trying to turn you into a gingerbread man and munch on you like a mid-afternoon snack. She had developed a pretty intense fixation on you—almost too intense—but at least it kept you from ending up as a stain on the wall. Everybody else though? Yeah, they weren’t so lucky. She was still as dangerously unpredictable, gluttonous, and sadistically mischievous as ever.

Right now, though, there was nothing outwardly sinister about her. She was curled up on the couch next to you, leaning comfortably against your side with her fluffy white hair tickling your shoulder. Her tail lazily swished behind her, occasionally tapping against the couch cushions as she idly plucked sweets from a pastry box you'd picked up for her earlier.

Her sharp, crimson eyes flicked sideways to look at you without moving her head, a mischievous glint already forming in them. You could see a faint smirk playing at the corner of her lips as she bit into a powdered donut, getting a little dusting of sugar on her already pink skin.

Then, without warning, her long pink tail sneaked up and boop—lightly poked the side of your head, flicking back just as quickly. You turned your head to look at her, and she was already grinning, baring a flash of sharp, white fangs. She gave you a playful, knowing wink, her whole demeanor dripping with impish energy.

"Getting bored, hmm?" she teased, her voice low and velvety, practically purring with amusement. She tossed the half-eaten donut back into the box without a second thought and sat up straighter, her body practically buzzing with pent-up energy.

"I am," she announced with a feigned sigh, resting her elbow dramatically against your shoulder as she leaned into you, close enough for you to smell the faint sugary scent on her breath. Her tail slithered lazily behind you like a giant pink cat's, brushing the small of your back.

"We should go out," she said, voice lowering even more into something sly and demanding, her grin widening. Her nails traced little circles against your arm almost teasingly.

Then she winked again, nudged you with her elbow—and you understood loud and clear. She wasn’t asking. She was already planning something.

You swallowed a little as she tilted her head, eyes gleaming with mischief—and just the faintest, familiar glint of chaos barely kept in check.

Yeah. Staying in wasn’t an option.