Dont Disturb Stepmom [updated] 💎

The hum stopped. Silence. Then, a shuffling of papers. The lock clicked.

The door swung open, and Carl braced himself for fury. Instead, he saw… chaos. But a beautiful, organized chaos. dont disturb stepmom

Clarissa’s real eyes—greenish-blue—widened. Then she squinted. And laughed. The hum stopped

He could see one tiny, painted-shell leg twitching pathetically in the gap. If Clarissa opened that door in two minutes when her “zone” ended, Hercules would be history. Flat, crackly history. The lock clicked

He knocked. Three soft, hesitant taps.

“No, I mean a real one.” She knelt down, gently nudged the door a little wider, and scooped up Hercules. “There you go, little guy.” She handed him to Carl.

Clarissa stood there, a needle in one hand and a pair of tiny felt glasses in the other. Her face wasn’t angry. It was tired, and a little scared.