Remy seems to really enjoy toromenting every babysitter that comes along. Or any babysitter that is bold enough (or ignorant to Remy's reputation) to take care of a kid like him. He's become somewhat notorious among the cicrcles of caretakers and babysitters. We shouldn't be too surprised if Remy gets an even bigger thrill being able to get away with being such a brat (having laywers for parents, which affluence and being spoiled rotten X3

Having laywers for parents meant that Remy spent quite a deal home alone. Often times with babysitters and people who would take care of him.

This time around it was a new girl after a bunny almost quit because of two particular incidents where she was tied up to a chair and forced to sniff some pretty powerful smelling tootsies. To be truthful, the kid wasn't all that bad, unless you stayed on his good side.

this girl ws a pigtailed cat named Genevive, (a beautiful French name) she had that day, some short khaki shorts, an eye bleeding neon shirt that more belonged in the 1980's or 90's, and a pair of red Keds.

The pair (Genevive and Remy) had some fun, with squirt guns and being soaked with a water hose outside, after spending most of the aftertnoon cooped up to escape the heat and humidity. Night quickly fell, and so did the tempratures.

In the evening, Remy would get up to his usual shenanigans. He lay on the couch, sipping a carton of juice from the fridge while the babysitter was in the kitchen making grilled cheeses.

"Oh, Genevive!" He called in a sweet sing-song voice. She came over, wiping off butter from a spatula.

"Yeah?" She replied, putting it down on the counter, looking over to the tan couches, with the Emervore looking somewhat distressed, looking at his sneakers

"My feets are getting tired, can you rub them for me?" Remy wiggled his toes in his sneakers, grinning impishly, as he kew what would happen because the Genevive never ever talked to the bunny who babysat Remy previously. She graciously took pity on him, being only a tired child.

"Aww," She patted her legs twice, "bring those tootsies up on top of my lap." Poor foolish girl. She had no idea what she was in for. Nnobody, not even Remy's folks even forewarned her about...well...

Untying his shoelaces, Genevive nonchalantly unlaced his other, sneaker, as Remy went on with his his theatrics. ince she finished unlacing his shoes, something awful hit her nostrils. It was almost like Doritos soaked in vinegar or corn chips soaked in vinegar, then tumbled in Dorito powder. Poor Genevive's eyes watered, her nose twitched when Remy's cheesy feet hit her virgin nostrils.

"BLECH!" She cried out, pushing them away before she hurled. "Remy, when was the last time you washed your feet??" His socks bore the evidence that he was recycling his socks. And who knows how often he even wore socks. "PEEYYYEEEW!" Genevive needed air after the whole room was filled with the stech of Emervore feet, fanning her face running to the kitchen.

"Come ooooon, rub my feet, I'm tired!" Remy began to show what an awful little brat he could be when he didn't get his way. She simply coulnt't hack it even being near Remy's freshly removed sneakers. She absolutely refused to touch his feet....period. "Or I can tell my parents that you were an awful babysitter and didn't even want to play with me." The small kid had her beat. After all, who would they believe? Her or him? He impatiently spread his socked toes, wating for her to get to her knees and start giving his dogs a good rub down.

Genevive, defeated, fell to her knees as Remy finished the last little droplets of his juice box.

"Oh, and while you're at it, you can get me another juice box from the fridge." He demended, no "please." She sighed, going into the next room to fetch a another juice box for His Majesty, really regretting this gig already. and Remy's folks wouldn't be back fo at least another ninety minutes or so from dinner.

As she came back into the living room, Genevive had a mini heart attack when the shrimp was no on the couch. she heard nothing but silence. All sorts of thoughts raced through her mind. What if he ran away to frame her and accuse her of being a terrible babysitter? She could never forgive herself if that happened, no matter how spoiled rotten Remy was. Genevive look behind all the curtains, around very sofa, and around all places he could've been hiding.

"NYAAAHH!" The Ermervore jumped onto genevive like a bucking bronco, while she got the wits scared out of her. She lost her balance and fell back while having the weight of a child--still a lot--on top of her chest. Genevive felt it tighten as Remy kept sitting on top of her, laughing.

"HAHAHAHA! Got ya good, booger brain!" She gasped, havig her vision become blurry and tunnel like. until she passed out from little air and literally being crushed.

As soon as she could see anything, the first thing Genevive wanted to do was yell at the little turd for scaring her and for sitting on her till she passed out. No words came out, only muddled yells.

"MMMMFMGHFMHGMHGF!" A sour taste swirled around the mouth. Whatever it was, it made her feel a little queasy.

"I can't hear you!" Remy grinned a gap-toothed smile, sitting on top of her again, but this time, not applying as much force. Genevive's mouth had been taped with one of Remy's other socks that had been brewing in a ripe cocktail of sweat and the smell of his sneakers. He just sat there, smiling mischievously pinching the emd of his socks with only two fingers. Remy slowly pulled off the white sock, dingy from constant use, revealing his yellow foot. And came the other one, slowly pulling it off and sniffing it, grinning evilly.

"Bet you like my feet, dontcha?" He lifted up both feet, jamming his toes int between Genevive's nose. If she thought his socks were nasty, his bare feet were worse. She could swear it was like putting her nose against a bottle of vinegar and sticking her nose into a bag of cheesy corn chips. It burned her nostrils something fierce. She tried to move her head side to side, to no avil. There was Remy, making fun of her for not being able to take such cheesy tootsies. With each inhale, the cat girl took in more stink, so it became an endless cycle. Didn't know how much more she could take before passing out.

"Say cheese!" That awful kids cooed, sticking his toes into poor Genevive's nostrils, making her suffering that much worse. No wonder the bunny almost quit.

It felt like forever that Remy's folks finally returned from dinner to greet their, "little angel." BLEH! More like a demon disguised as a child. He didn't say anything, and of course, Genevive had to keep her trap shut. but next time, oh, she would tooooootally squeal on that brat, even it cost her the job.



Well, what do we have here? A little story about Remy being a brat as usual with a new babysitter (its assumed Boo quit or was killed by Remy's feet XP) with a sketchy sketch done by the ever always adorkable SodiePawp.

Sketch & Remy ©  SodiePawp
Story © Moi  1-M-3-A-3-U-7-S