SIDE STORY: DAILY LIFE FROM THE POV OF BADDIE AND OYEN

(FOR EVENT ON WHAT HAPPENED ON THIS DAY, REFER TO CHAPTER 1)

THE MISFORTUNATE LIFE OF THE MONSTER UNDER THE BED

Oh, no.

Little Eggie is angry again. What did crazy Mia do this time? He’s terribly annoyed right now.

“Baddie, save me. Please!” Mia begged me.

Ah, I know that look. She’s going to kick me out from my spot.

NO, NO, NO. I don’t want to go out!

Bad Mia.

“Baddie, I’m really sorry,” She apologized to me. No, Mia. I’ve seen that fake crocodile tears before. Your acting is worse than the crocodile.

Bad Mia pushed me out from under the bed.

Oh, no! Little Eggie is storming this way. Where should I hide? Ah, Mia. You bad girl.

Under the quilt!

I slip under the quilt and hold it tight. Baddie must hide.

Yuck!

Mermaid silk does not taste good at all!

“MIA. COME. OUT. NOW! Or you prefer me pulling you out from under the bed?!” Little Eggie roar. My ears hurt.

“Mia… not he’e. I is not Mia,” Said Mia the liar.

“If you are not Mia, then who are you?” Litte Eggie grin at me. He knew… Of course he knew… Little Eggie is not stupid…

“I’m- I’m- I’m the monster under the bed,” Mia lied again.

“If you,re the monster under the bed, then who is this monster sleeping on the bed?!” Little Eggie said. He’s staring at me. He’s red. Really red.

Nom…nom…nom…

This quilt is not tasty.

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“That’s – the monster above the bed…” Mia muttered.

Mia the liar. Little Eggie will kick you out to the woodshed. Then you’ll make me sneak out food for you.

Bad Mia.

“I have enough of your nonsense, Mia. You are not six years old, you’re sixteen. Come out now before Baddie ruins that quilt with his black tears. If you don’t come out in a count of three, I will bewitch this bed and let it kick you out.” Little Eggie roar.

“I’m done. Sob. I wipe my tears with the quilt. Why did he say my black tears dirty? Black tears are precious.

“No, you can’t!” Mia yelled.

“Yes, I can. And I will. One, two-“ Little Eggie is counting.

You’re on your own now, Mia. I can’t help you.

“Three! I’m out!” Mia rolls out from under the bed.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry dear Master!” Said Mia. Her hair dishevels and covers with spiderweb and dust.

Oh no! What had she done to my spiderweb??! My precious spiderweb! I begged Miss Longlegg to spin them for me.

NO!!!

I have enough of this. I don’t want to listen anymore. I cover my ears and hum.

Lalala lalala!

I can’t hear anything. Ah, did they left already? I crawl back to my dark corner.

HOME SWEET HOME

This darkest spot is the most comfortable spot in this house. My spiderweb is gone. I need to wait for Miss Longlegg to come back from their vacation in the garden. I hope they come back soon.

What was that horrible sound? Uhh… Mia is shrieking again. My head hurts. When will she realize she has no talents in shrieking at all? Little Eggie must have left already. No wonder she’s so daring.

“Baddie, come down for breakfast!!” Mia yells at me.

Oh, no! Is it torture time again? What have I done to deserve this awful treatment?

I crawl out from under the bed. The sun is too bright. I don’t like it.

“Come and join me in this gratitude breakfast party,” She said.

I float down the stairs. She’s dancing. Dancing and singing and wasting foods.

“Ah, yes. Come and enjoy the sumptuous banquet this beautiful lady has prepared,” Said Mia. She pulls a chair for me and let me sit.

Where is the beautiful lady? No. I mean – where is the sumptuous breakfast?

I look at the table. Bread, bacon, eggs, butter, and jam. I’m so disappointed. I want a plate of dust and soot, not this gross food! Uh, these eggs are disgusting! Its burnt eggs! Why did she keep on making me burnt eggs?

Yuck! Yuck! Yuck!

It tastes terrible. She’s smiling at me. Did she do it on purpose?

***

THE LIFE OF THE ADVENTUROUS AND BRAVE GINGER CAT

Hah! The silly girl did it again! Edgar is angry. Do I care? No. Is it my problem? No. Let him disciplined the silly girl.

I sit by the window and bask under the sun. This is beautiful. Perfect. If only they didn’t ruin it with their screaming and crying.

Edgar stomp down the stairs. The silly girl walks behind her.

“By the time I come back, I want my blouse white. Don’t burn down the cottage,” Edgar warns the silly girl.

Good luck with that, Edgar, I smirk.

Mia closes the front door and start singing with her horrible voice. Hahaha! She tripped on the carpet! She needs to master the art of balancing and landing gracefully. What a disgrace.

What is she cooking? Is that even fried egg? That looks like burnt coal. Poor Baddie.

I grin.

“Baddie, come down for breakfast!” She yells.

Seriously girl! Can you let the morning pass in silence? I’m trying to bask under the sun here! Ah, I’m annoyed. I close my eyes and pretend I can’t hear anything. If she knows I’m awake, she’s going to make me breakfast too.

Meow!

Oh, shit. Stupid fly. Go away! Now she knows I’m awake.

I close my eyes and pretend I’m sleeping again. I open my eyes a bit and watch Baddie eat the smelly shitty egg.

I shake my head.

When are you going to be a brave monster, Baddie? Just tell her you don’t want to eat the burnt eggs anymore.

Only the silly girl can’t see, you hate that egg.

I shake my head and purr.