THE BAD GUYS IN: raising princess

Teacher's Pet - Part 2

(A request from AlicornNorth )

That night, the mansion was unusually quiet.

Princess sat curled up on her bed, eyes glassy and cheeks still stained with dried tears. Diane sat beside her, arms gently wrapped around the trembling white-furred cat, rubbing soft circles along her back.

"Shh... everything's going to be alright, honey," Diane whispered, her voice calm but fierce. "Me and the boys—we'll handle this. You're safe now."

At the foot of the bed, Kitty, Mr. Wolf's pampered feline, nuzzled her softly, purring as she curled against Princess's legs. The comfort helped.

Princess looked up and gave Diane a small, grateful smile. "Thank you... both of you."

"You don't need to thank us," Diane said. "We love you. And no one—no one—hurts our girl."

That night, Princess drifted into a restless sleep, Kitty curled tightly against her.

The next morning, the mansion buzzed with urgency.

Webs sat in the living room, typing furiously on her laptop. She was hunting for anything—any dirt on Mr. Ryan. A hunch gnawed at her gut.

Her fingers froze mid-keystroke.

"...Oh no."

On the screen, an old newspaper article loaded. Her eyes widened with horror.

Travor Ryan, age 45. A pattern of harassment going back over two decades. Accusations from students across three different schools. He was arrested four years ago, but had escaped custody—just three days before starting at Los Angeles High.

Webs clapped the laptop shut and bolted.

Moments later, Diane, Wolf, and the rest of the Bad Guys were gathered around the screen. They stared in horrified silence at Mr. Ryan's dark past.

"Princess is in danger," Diane said coldly. "We move. Now."

Meanwhile, at school, the Dream Squad had gathered in their usual hallway corner.

Princess looked tense but determined. She took a breath and spoke quietly.

"Guys... I have to tell you something. Mr. Ryan—he's been harassing me. For weeks."

Their faces changed instantly.

Kira's red panda tail shot straight up. "What?! That walking sock stain—"

Laura clenched her fists. "I knew it! I knew he was off."

Claudine's voice dropped like a threat. "You want us to corner him in the parking lot? Because I'm down."

Even Zoey, usually the goof, looked deadly serious. "Princess, I'm so sorry. What can we do?"

Princess shook her head. "It's okay. Diane and the Bad Guys are handling it. I just... I wanted you to know."

But what none of them realized was that Mr. Ryan was standing just around the corner, listening.

His eyes narrowed. His jaw clenched.

After class ended, Princess was just about to leave when she heard it.

"You told them, didn't you?" Mr. Ryan's voice was icy.

She froze. Her ears pinned back as she stepped away from him. "I... I'm leaving."

He stepped closer.

"I said, you told them!" he snapped, fury rising in his face.

Princess took a shaky breath, then stood tall. "Yeah. I did. Because what you've been doing is disgusting. So back off!"

SMACK!

The slap knocked her off her feet. She hit the floor, her cheek stinging with pain as Mr. Ryan towered above her.

"You've been a very bad girl, Princess."

Her eyes lit with rage. "No. I'm DONE being your victim!"

She kicked him hard in the gut. He stumbled back with a grunt, and Princess ran out of the classroom, yanking her phone from her pocket.

She called the only person she could trust.

"Diane!" she cried. "It's Mr. Ryan—he snapped. He's after me! I'm hiding but please, hurry!"

"We're on our way, sweetie. Stay hidden. Hold on."

In Wolf's car, the Bad Guys and Diane were flying through the streets of Los Angeles.

Wolf's eyes were like fire behind the wheel. "If that creep laid one finger on her—"

"Floor it!" Snake growled, gripping the dashboard. "I swear, I'll eat him."

"¡Ese cerdo sucio va a pagar!" Piranha snarled from the back. "No one touches our girl!"

Diane sat stone-faced, silent with rage. Her claws twitched in her lap.

Back at school...

Princess was hiding under a desk in an empty classroom. Her breath was shaky. Her fur trembled. She hugged her knees and whispered to herself.

"Please... please come fast..."

Outside the door, footsteps echoed.

Mr. Ryan entered, looking around. "Princess?" he sneered. "Come out, come out..."

He looked behind shelves, under desks.

Nothing.

He turned to leave.

Princess let out a tiny breath of relief.

And then—a tight hand grabbed her wrist.

"Gotcha."

Mr. Ryan yanked her out and raised his hand again to strike—

SLAM!

The door burst open.

Mr. Piranha tackled Mr. Ryan like a cannonball.

"¡BASTARDO!"

The rest of the Bad Guys stormed in, fury radiating off them like wildfire. Shark dropped to his knees and wrapped Princess in his arms.

"My baby! Are you okay?! Did he hurt you?!"

He gently cupped her face, eyes going wide when he saw the bruise. "No..."

Mr. Wolf marched straight up to Mr. Ryan, who was struggling under Snake and Piranha's hold. He grabbed him by the collar and snarled, "You lay a finger on my daughter again... and I swear, you'll wish you were never born."

The door opened again—this time calmly.

Principal Regina stepped in, tall and poised, her sapphire eyes glinting with power.

The Dream Squad followed close behind.

"Mr. Ryan," the lioness said in a cold, firm tone. "You are hereby fired for the harassment, abuse, and endangerment of my students."

The sound of sirens echoed outside.

Two officers entered the room.

Mr. Ryan's face went pale.

"Travor Ryan," one officer said. "You're under arrest."

As they cuffed him and dragged him away, Princess exhaled a breath she'd been holding for weeks.

Wolf crouched in front of her, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear.

"It's over now, sweetheart. You're safe."

Princess finally let the tears fall—but this time, they were tears of relief.

The whole Dream Squad gathered around her. Claudine knelt beside her.

"He messed with the wrong girl. And the wrong family."