Foxy's parents were murdered when he was young. Due to being poor, he wandered anywhere on the streets. But all the pain he was suffering ended when a person came...no. Probably three persons.
Mangle's parents died, leaving her all their wealth. She...
As usual, I carried a tray of food to Mangle's room for breakfast. Not that I'm being informal but I'm not used to say her name with 'my lady' or 'young mistress' since I am only one year older than her. Heck, we even go to the same school!
We met on the day I lost my parents. I actually also came from a rich family, just like Mangle's. But our house was burnt when the murderers decided to kill my parents. I wondered on the streets, till she found me. And now, I'm stuck serving her three split personalities.
I knocked twice on her door.
"My my, come in," I heard a light voice before I opened the door. Mangle was sitting on her bed, her head was laying on the pillows as she looked from outside her window, a wide grin plastered on her face.
"Good morning young lady. To whom am I speaking today?" I asked her. I eyed her face expression. "Seeing those sparkling eyes and that wide grin, then you must be young lady Vixen?"
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(A/N: This is how Mangle looks like when she switches to Vixen)
"You guessed right, slave!" she said as she snaps her fingers. "What's for breakfast today?"
This is young lady Mangle's first personality. She offered me to call her Vixen since it will be too hard to figure out what to do in situations.
"Today's meal will be eggs Benedict with light holidaise sauce over a toasted english muffin and blackberry cornmeal cake for desert," I say formally as I place the said food on the usual breakfast in bed table. "Would you like some tea, as well?"
Her brows furrowed and I twitched.
"Foxy...do you call this breakfast? I want ice cream! Ice cream!" she say as she puts her tantrum....as usual.
Calm down Foxy....calm down...it's just her usual tantrum...
"I believe that is impossible, young lady," I replied as soon as I have controlled my temper.
Her lips turned into a pout as she glares at the food in front of her. "Throw them away! I want ice cream!!!!!"
"Spoiled little brat," I say in a silent voice.
"What was that you filthy arrogant lowlife?!" she asks as she raises her voice.
"Nothing at all, ma'am," I lied.
"If I may, young lady, why don't you switch with the others?" I ask her.
She scoffed. "They said they will be sleeping so you will have me the whole day. Do you have a problem with that?!"
Oh just great...My life will be over soon...
"Will you throw the food or will I throw it in your face myself?!" she asks as she stares at me and breaking the long short silence.
I gulped. This is no tantrum. She clearly will throw the food in my face if I don't throw it outside.
"As you wish my lady," I reply as I bow my head and take the food in front of her one by one.
After I've finished my task, I went back to lady Mangle's...no....Vixen's room with chocolate flavored ice cream. Her eyes sparkled in delight.
"Now this is what you call breakfast!" she says as she digs in, not minding me who is staring at her eat the ice cream in less than 10 minutes. Tss...she better not blame me on what happens.
There was a smudge of ice cream on her left cheek. I stared at her, not knowing what to do. Should I? Or maybe not?
I sighed. I'm just her servant. Nothing is wrong with it.
I leaned to her face as she stopped eating and holding the spoon halfway to her mouth and stared at me.
"W-what are you doing?" she finally manages to ask.
I chuckled mentally. She just stuttered!
"Young lady, it appears that you have dirt on you left cheek. Do you mind if I remove it for you?" I ask her as her eyes look away and nods at my question.
I pressed my thumb on her reddened cheek as I wipe the dirt away.
I cleaned her mess up and took my leave.
The usual treatment, huh?
Mangle's 1st personality, namely Vixen - childish, sweet tooth, spoiled brat, demanding and an abusive masochist. But....very vulnerable. Those are the very basics of my lady's 1st personality. There's more.
After a few minutes....
"Foxy!!! Get in here you stupid servant!!!"
I quickly ran toward Mangle's room...well, probably Vixen, as soon as I've heard her scream.
I slammed the door open only to find her sitting on the bed while holding her stomach.
"What the heck did you put in that ice cream?!"
My...my...spoiled little brat....
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Well, I'll be updating soon in my other story. Please read if you want to and have the time! Have a good holiday everyone!
