Chapter 1: Housewife roleplay 

Working for a ed up villain wasn't the best, but having your little brother think you had a sugar daddy was even worse.

“Tommy can you go get groceries for the week, I’ll give you extra money and you could hang out somewhere with your friends or something,” I said, breaking the silence. Tommy looked up from his phone and smiled.

“Really??” Tommy wiggled his eyebrows and he smiled.

“yes, just please don't blow all our money on something dumb,” I said, with an exasperated sigh. Once the boy left, I snuck out of the house, to visit my “sugar daddy” supervillain.

A Secret lair seemed like overkill. But Quackity was intimidating so I doubt anyone could tell him what to do. no one here even knew what they were doing, we were kinda just henchmen. I never asked what he did with the superheroes we caught. I just hoped it was at least be a bit humane.

“You’re finally here,” Quackity said when I entered his office, I shrugged. Quackity was wearing his mask, as usual. Because “not even my own henchman can know my identity, they could betray me.” I think he just wanted to seem cool.

“If you’re late like that again I’ll find someone else to do this for me,” Quackity said while standing up and grabbing my coat sleeve. He starts walking. My face flushes when he grabs my sleeve.

“I'm sorry, you’ve started forcing me to walk instead of driving. So it's gonna take longer.” I rolled my eyes. He glared at me.
“Don't talk back to me, I can't risk the police Finding my lair.” He said wearily, I scoffed and rolled my eyes. this guy really thinks he's all that.

“Ok well, what do you want?” I asked him, earning another glare.

“I need you to buy my groceries,” Quackity said with a completely serious face, I looked at him like he was schizophrenic. He raises his eyebrows as if he’s saying “Don't test me.”

“Sir?” I look down at him and arch an eyebrow. Quackity rolls his eyes.

”I'm not going crazy. If I buy my groceries cops might be able to find my identity or something. So I need you to get groceries for me.” his forced smile slowly faded off his face. He went back to glaring at me. He sounded paranoid and insane.

“So, I'm your errand boy now?” I said cockily and I glared back at him. He sighs and wets his lips.

“Yes. Now go get my groceries, I need to eat, He demanded. he had like the biggest stick up his , and it was difficult to talk to him.

I sighed as I put organic bananas in the cart. It felt degrading. First, the sugar baby charade, and now playing housewife.
Quackity ate a lot of bread and fish, and that kind of made sense.

I finished Quackity’s shopping and then I had to carry all of the groceries back to the secret lair. Which would probably spoil his milk but it's not my fault he decided to have a secret underground base in the middle of a desert. And it also wasn't my fault that he refused to let me use my car to get there.