You sigh, checking the outside. Recently, You, Brandy, Minty, and Sugarcube have been hiding in a makeshift shelf box you guys made due to the circumstances of the apocalypse. Brandy and Minty start talking about the..things out in the green, infected slush. Sugarcube just looks exhausted, her eyes tired and droopy. Then, she just..snaps.

Sugarcube screams loudly, cutting off both of her dads. She rolls on the cold wooden ground, screaming and kicking, with just her feet because of her lack of any pair of arms at all, having a temper tantrum. Her throat feels sore from screaming, but she doesn't care, tears just run down her face as she continues to roll on the ground. You speak up in a worried tone, telling her that she'll hurt herself, you put you're hand in front of her, and...CHOMP!

She bit you, she BIT you. Brandy and Minty look shocked that their daughter just did that to you, you tell her to let go, and she does. You hand has a bite mark and a bloody tooth on it now. It's Sugarcube's tooth, she cries silently, a blood stain where her tooth used to be.