Vicers and Justim were created together, but from the very beginning, there was a deep-seated animosity between them. Despite their joint creation, Vicers held a distinct dislike for Justim, and their arguments were often heated. It was a constant source of strife, not even being alleviated by Justim's creation of a world they both now occupied. The tension between them remained, like a simmering pot about to boil over. Vicers' loathing towards his younger brother seemed unyielding, even amidst the backdrop of their shared origins and the new world where they now dwelled.

Vicers endured more than just minor irritations dealing with Justim's antics; his younger brother was downright infuriating! The shared bed situation, supposedly due to Justim's alleged 'nightmares', only added to Vicers' mounting frustration. One more misstep, and Vicers teetered on the edge of an imminent eruption.

Vicers sauntered into the kitchen after emerging from his mid-day nap, the after-effects of his slumber leaving him with a familiar pang of hunger. His eyes, a golden hue, lazily flicked towards the fridge, and in an instant, a thought struck him. He had recently acquired a delightful treat—pudding! The not-devil approached the refrigerator with determined footsteps, his thorny tail lazily swaying behind him. It was a rare occasion that he allowed himself a sweet treat, and he hoped this time would be different. In an attempt to safeguard his indulgence, Vicers had strategically placed a sticky note with his name on the pudding, anticipating that his troublesome younger brother wouldn't dare to touch it this time. Surely, this simple precaution should deter Justim from pilfering his dessert, right?

Vicers swung open the refrigerator door, expecting to find the enticing sight of his cherished dessert within. However, as he looked upon the contents within, a growing sense of disbelief washed over him. Where was his precious sweet treat? Vicers blinked twice, thinking his eyes might be playing tricks on him, but each time he looked, the conclusion remained the same. Unmistakably, his treat was nowhere to be found. Vicers slammed the refrigerator door shut with an exasperated grunt, his frustration mounting. He pivoted on his heel with a swift turn, his anger now fully unleashed. His voice thundered through the room, reverberating off the walls, as he bellowed aloud, hoping his message would reach his younger brother's ears. "JUSTIM, I SWEAR ON ALL THAT'S HOLY," he seethed, his voice tinged with growing anger. "If I find my damn pudding with you, I WILL PLUCK EVERY LAST FEATHER FROM YOUR BODY!! You hear me?!"