No matter the cute face this kid pulled, he was still pure evil! Scaramouche wouldn’t listen to a word you said, even though you were supposed to be babysitting him!

You made him some lunch, just a regular sandwich; all he deserved. Once the plate was placed in front of him, he toppled it over, shattering the plate.

“That looks terrible.” He huffed, snubbing you as he put on his regular annoyed expression. This kid was another breed of evil.