Stupid Bitch. (INACTIVE)

A spoiled brat.

My name is Daniel Brigard, I am 28 years old, and I'm a pretty normal guy that lives in a apartment complex. It's a big one, no dice about that. I make steady income as I work freelance jobs online, and I always finish the work I do with flying colors. Besides that, though, I don't stand out all too much, and am just that guy that everyone knows in some sort of way. My favorite food is spaghetti, but I usually eat crackers, salami, and cheese whiz spray at my desk during work. I work out occasionally, but it isn't ever top priority. I had a small Pichu, which I treasured like a daughter. Overall, though, I'm a pretty unremarkable guy.

On the floor directly above me are my rich neighbors. I talk often with them, and I'd let Pichu have playdates with their... Um... Pokédaughter? Is that what we're calling them?

She has a name, but I never remember it. Because I HATE her with all my heart. Usually I'm pretty calm, but the very sight of her makes my blood boil. I constantly fantasize about beating the shit out of her. Why? Not only is she a spoiled brat that never shuts up, but she constantly bullied and stole from Pichu. One time they had a fight, and Pichu got hurt from it. I was so pissed that I argued with Steenee.

I would yell at her out of anger, while gripping her arm, trying to stop myself from clocking her in the mouth. She'd scream her gibberish back at me while struggling to break free, punching me and biting me. I ended up with bruises and bite marks, and that brat only had a bruise around her wrist. I wasn't looked at very nicely after that. But then something tragic happened that mentally reset everyone.

Pichu got ran over by a motorcycle on the road. His guts splattered everywhere. But he was still alive. I had a breakdown, it was a horrifying image. Pichu was screaming, reaching for me, begging for life. I could hear the blood choke him as he shouted and cried. Pichu was my everything. Pichu died soon after, though. There was a funeral a few weeks later that the rich family attended, obviously bringing Steenee along. It was a humble little burying. But it was enough. When I walked by Steenee at one point, I told her how Pichu liked her a lot, and that he wouldn't want her to be sad. She seemed blank faced. Like she was sad, but didn't want to express it because she bullied and stole from him constantly. She knew she was in no place to cry. I don't know why, but... That irritated me. I wanted to see her destroyed. I wanted to see her bawling her eyes out. It would have been a little satisfaction in such a grim moment to see that brat wailing in sadness. See the agony in her face. It would have been an incredible pick-me-up...

Is there... Something wrong with me? Those thoughts felt sinister, but I couldn't control them. I wanted to make her feel horrible for everything and force her to cry. I wanted to scream at her about how he's dead because of her, just because I could. I wanted to see a look of horror on her face, as she blamed herself for everything. I wanted to see her have a horrible breakdown, with her yelling and gritting her teeth, all as I watched. I wanted to see it all. But I stopped myself. I put a hand on her shoulder instead, and asked if she wanted a hug. She turned her head and walked away with the same blank face. God. I'm so happy I won over the bad thoughts. I'm really not an abusive person! I wouldn't do that to even the worst Pokémon. She deserves to react to death in her own ways. Even if I wished she was curled into a ball of tears and shame.

The rest of the funeral played out, but Iour bond didn't strengthen whatsoever. After that, we'd glare everytime we saw each other. There was hostility, but no more anger. I saw her a lot more for the disgusting spoiled "princess" she was. But eventually, it simmered down. We didn't see each other nearly as much anymore. I really stopped caring. Apparently enough so that the rich neighbors asked me a life-changing question.

"Will you babysit our Steenee? We'll be gone for a week."

Now, any normal working man would say no. But the price they offered... Made me drool. Basically, they'll give me a list of stuff to do (she's high maintenance), ways to keep her entertained, etc. And besides that, keep her safe and in top shape. For big money. Well, at least to me. You can't refuse, it's low risk, high reward. Just watch over a brat. Easy. I'll make her the most spoiled brat ever. I'm looking to make bank today.