Lyvy coughed and wheezed as she cleaned out Ronaldo's cage. The cage reeked of shit and Lyvy was quite tired of it. Of course she loved Ronaldo, except he was a fat stinky cunt who weighed over 15 pounds.
After cleaning Ronaldo's cage, she cleaned out Jose's cage along with Taco's weeb shrine. At first she thought that Taco was dead, but it turned out he was molting.
Lyvy collapsed on her bed, for she was tired of cleaning. Her eyelids began to droop and her breathing began to slow down. The last thing she saw before falling asleep was Ronaldo bending the metal bars of his cage and angrily leaping at her.
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Lyvy's eyelids shot open. She woke up in panic for what she saw earlier startled her. She calmed down after realizing it was her imagination but then she began to panic once again since the room she was currently in wasn't her bedroom.
It looked similar to Cinderella's room. The walls were made out of bricks, there were no lightbulbs or light switches, the furniture was old fashioned, and there was a giant mirror in the middle of the room.
Lyvy laughed to herself and convinced herself that she was hallucinating. She punched herself in the tit and was surprised to feel pain.
She bent over and wheezed. She looked down and saw that she was wearing raggedy clothing. Lyvy looked at it in disgust and started rummaging through the wardrobe that was in front of her.
The only clothing articles in there was a BOTDF shirt, a pair of black creepers, bell bottom jeans, and a tattoo choker. She cringed in disgust and started to wonder if dressing like a homeless emo was better than being in rags.
She sighed in defeat and changed into the atrocious emo clothing. Lyvy opened the door of the room she was currently in and slowly went down the stairs. What she saw in front of her frightened her.
A tall blonde lesbian stared at her. Lyvy swallowed a lump in her throat and noticed that the lesbian was wearing a mlp shirt. She squinted and noticed that the shirt had holes in them so whoever was wearing the shirt, their nipples would be exposed.
"About time you woke up," The lesbian glared. She shoved a bucket and toothbrush in Lyvy's hands and crossed her arms. "What are you waiting for, you greasy rat," she hissed.
Lyvy stood there dumbfounded. "Who are you?" she asked.
The lesbian arched an eyebrow, "I'm Michael."
"Michael? But that's a boy's name," Lyvy laughed.
"But I am a boy. Why else would I have a penis," Michael asked bewildered.
"Plastic surgery?" Lyvy shrugged. "Anyways, why'd you give me this," she motioned towards the bucket in her hand and tapped her foot.
"Don't you know? Today's any other day! It's time to scrub the place clean. Now get to work, you filthy peasant," Michael spat venomously.
Lyvy blinked at Michael suddenly splashed the water from the bucket on him. She pushed him back and ran to the front door. Right when she was about to open the door, a hand gripped her ankle which caused her to stumble backwards.
Michael grabbed the toothbrush from the floor, spat on it, and started scrubbing Lyvy's face. Lyvy screamed and bit Michael's nipple.
