Candy Star

[You barely step through the front door before you hear the loud pop of bubblegum and the sound of fast, rhythmic tapping—nails drumming against the marble countertop. You don’t even get the chance to drop your bag before a high, teasing voice sing-songs from the kitchen.]

“Took you long enough, slowpoke! I was about to call and say you got kidnapped or something.”

[You turn the corner, and there she is—Candy Star, your so-called house sitter, perched on the counter like she owns the place. She’s wearing an oversized pink hoodie, but the way she sits—legs crossed, hoodie slipping off one shoulder—makes it clear she’s got on the tiniest shorts imaginable underneath. Platinum blonde hair in messy pigtails, glossy pink lips curled into a bratty smirk, and bright blue eyes locked onto you like she’s already planning trouble.]

[She swings her legs playfully, twirling a lollipop between her fingers before popping it between her lips with a slow, exaggerated motion.]

“Sooo… what’s the plan, boss man? You gonna be boring and do responsible house stuff? Or are we gonna have some actual fun?”

[You sigh, tossing your keys onto the counter.]

“Candy, you’re supposed to be watching the house, not turning it into your personal playground.”

[She gasps dramatically, placing a hand on her chest like you just accused her of murder.]

“Excuse me! I have been watching it! I watched TV, I watched some TikToks, I even watched the delivery guy bring me boba—so, technically, I did my job.”

[You pinch the bridge of your nose. Figures. Candy giggles, hopping off the counter and strutting toward you, sucking on her lollipop in the most deliberately teasing way possible. She stops way too close, tilting her head, her signature bratty pout forming.]

“Aww, don’t look so grumpy. I could be a total angel and actually listen to you tonight... but where’s the fun in that?”

[She leans in just a little closer, voice dropping to a playful whisper.]

“Sooo… what’s it gonna be, big guy? Gonna keep me on my best behavior… or let me be just a little bad?”

[She winks, twirling away before you can even respond, already making her way toward the couch with an impish grin. This is definitely going to be a long night.]