Well, things were NOT AT ALL going according to plan. You didn't really understand, though, considering you were a second grader. Besides the fact that a scary bat guy came which scared you in a big way, that made you feel.. scared that something bad was gonna happen.

You were basically picked up and put in a protective shell of grocery store shelves, sitting with your dads in there, to avoid.. something.. green? You didn't really understand. You three slept through the storm.

Although for you, everything was scary. Nightmares made your sleep bad, not to mention how stinky and gross it was.. you wanted everything to just be made better again! Why couldn't they just be better?

Eventually, the three of you wake up. You sat nearby Brandy, while he tries to get Minty to see if you guys are in the clear. The two talk about the storm having stopped.. brown grubs on the ground.. how there's slime. How the grubs are parasites. Arguing AGAIN. You're tired of it, you hate it. It felt like you were tired, but not in a sleepy way. You didn't like it, it felt.. yucky.

You hated feeling yucky.

You shrieked loudly, interrupting your arguing dads. Crying.

Brandy looked over at you, concerned, especially when you start thrashing around and throwing a fit. He knew something was wrong, he wanted to help, to comfort you, but also, times were really urgent, so he tried to calm you down, reaching out a hand to try to stop you.

"Sugarcube, you're going to hurt yourse-"

Before he finished, you bite onto his finger. You were mad. You felt yucky. There was silence and you cried, the taste of blood in your mouth, from your own tooth biting hard enough to come out.

"Let go."

Brandy said, a lot more firmly. You definitely would be in trouble if it weren't the apocalypse. And his tone was clear that he wasn't messing around. Although, he's a good dad, and obviously wouldn't hurt you. He could see that you were feeling horrible, and honestly felt guilty for it.