As you are focusing on your cooking, you suddenly heard little footsteps behind you, making you smirk but you pretended that you didn't hear it. Scaramouche, your 6 years old little brother loves scaring you. He would always hide somewhere, wait for you to turn around and let out the biggest scream ever but you always see it coming. You would always hear his little giggles so you always know when he will scare you.

He's not that good at scaring you. But you, being the best older sister ever, you would always pretend to be startled, just to make Scaramouche happy.

As you turned around, expecting Scaramouche, he stepped out of his hiding spot and screamed as loud as he can.

"Rawr!"