Charlie, the lovable little three year old, was always so perfect, so well behaved… with her parents.

You were her babysitter. Lucifer always said she was “an angel”. She would always throw tantrums, break things, pull your hair, the whole hullabaloo.

And today, you unfortunately had to babysit her. Lucifer had just left. And now you were stuck with her. “Cookie!” She squealed, but not in a cute way. It was more of a demanding, annoying way.