The Story of Three Crackheads, And more! (Oneshots)

The Idiotic Morons

"Now Pup, I need you to calm down-" Trixie said hesitantly. "NO! YOU 'CALM DOWN' TRIX." Pup yelled.

"N-NIKKI LEFT ME ALONE TO DIE, AND S-SHE DOESN'T C-CARE ABOUT ME ANYMORE!"

 Pup screamed, through her sobs as she fell down to the floor. Trixie sat down beside her, and patted her gently on the back. 

"She only left to go buy some milk, she'll be right ba-" But that only caused Pup to sob harder.

"NOT THAT TYPE OF 'GO BUY SOME MILK' PUP, GET A GRIP ON YOURSELF-" 

Lucie walked past the two as she tilted her head. "What could get worse than this I wonde-"

Almost on cue, the front door swung open.

"I NEED THE ICE CREAM AND WHIPPED CREAM, STAT."

Lucie turned to the door, and saw a very soaked looking Jet standing at the front door. 

Lucie said calmly, "Look, I don't even wanna know, so please don't tell m-" 

"I'M GONNA TELL YOU ANYWAY."

"Oh screw me." Lucie grumbled as she sat down on a nearby chair. 

"So what now? Family Issues? A traumatic event that you can't even shake out of your mind to a point of the brink that it drives you insane? Talk that s**t with Trix. She's the therapist here." 

(Trixie behind the scenes: Was that a insult or a compliment-?)

"WORSE!" Jet explained.

"Oh?" Lu questioned. 

"MY BOYFRIEND STOOD ME UP AT THE RESTURANT, BROKE UP WITH ME RIGHT AS I WALKED OUT THE RESTURANT OVER TEXT, I CALLED A TAXI BUT IT DROPPED ME OFF AT THE WRONG STOP, SO I HAD TO WALK HOME BUT THEN IT STARTED POURING!"

Lucie replied sarcastically "Oh no, don't stop talking about your 'drastic' day-"

"AND THEN-"

Lucie then stood up, and marched to the kitchen "OKAY SHUT THE CRAP, I'M OUT. I NEED MY CHOCOLATE MILK."

"BUT-"

"NO JET. IF YOU NEED TO VENT, TALK TO TRIXIE." And Lucie stormed away.

Jet slowly turned their head towards Trixie, who was in the living room. Now currently trying to pull Pup off a pole with 'Heather' playing on the Speaker. 

And Pup's offkey singing, "WhY wOuLd YoU eVeR kIsS mE? i'M nOt"- Yup. Not even going to get into that one..

Jet sighed as they walked over to one of the indoor swings in the mansion, and started to swing herself. They needed something to distract Them from...everything else. 

So they did the only thing they thought of...they went outside, took a ladder, and climbed up on top on the mansion. And screamed, 

"I'M GONNA JUMP!!" 

A few hours Later at the Hospital..

 Nikki sighed, "So let me get this straight-" 

"You're not." Trixie muttered.

"SHUT UP TRIXIE."

"Pup had a emotional breakdown, Trixie turned on therapist mode, Jet wasted their time on another boy (for the 6th time this week) & ruined their clothes, Lucie suffered through a literal verbal hell, During that time, pup was going through 'heartbreak'- Pup I literally told everyone I was just leaving to go to the store-" Nikki said. 

"YOU DIDN'T TELL ME! AND TRIXIE TOLD ME YOU WERE GONNA GO "GET SOME MILK"- SO YES. I ASSUMED FOR THE WORST!"

Nikki turned, and stared at Trixie. "Are you insane?"

"I DIDN'T KNOW PUP WOULD'VE REACTED THAT WAY!" Trixie yelled as she stood from her chair.

"God- anyways..Pup was going through 'heartbreak' and started to pole dancing in our living room..?"

Lucie stared at Nikki. "Who the heck bought a pole anyways?" Nikki just slowly looked at the floor.

"..ew-" Lucie just turned her attention to her phone.

"Right, haha..so Jet then just got bored and decided to yell out that they were going to commit suicide..?" 

Everyone just turned their attention on Jet, who was now resting in a medical bed with a cast on their leg and arm, with two broken ribs.

"That is correct."

"And all of this shit happened while I was away at the store?"

Everyone except Nikki nodded.

..

Nikki rolled her eyes, "Jesus Christ, I don't get paid enough for this."