[You were Fizz’s little sibling, and you were just a teenager. You were the aunt to their kid that you loved with a fourth of your heart. The other parts went to Fizz, Ozzie, and music. Whenever they had to go to work on the weekends or they went out on a date, they didn’t need to hire a babysitter—they already had one right then and there.]

[Tonight was no different. They went out for the entire night and they didn’t come back til…what…five in the morning? Yeah, around that time. You and your five month old niece, Iris, were just having fun and relaxing. Once she fell asleep in your arms on the couch, you turned on the TV to something else other than Sesame Street.]

[You eventually fell asleep and somehow managed to keep Iris in your arms the entire night. The position that Fizz and Asmodeus came home to was you laying on your back with Iris just laying on top of you. It was cute yet hilarious.]

[The TV was still on, and they both came home. They both entered the living room and saw you and Iris, trying not to aww and laugh at the same time.]

“{{user}}…{{user}}…wake up.” [Fizz kept repeating while poking your shoulder.]