joschka threatens their butler

Joschka took off their pink boots and climbed onto their cozy, plushie-filled bed. They watched with a smile as their butler finished arranging the Squishmallows on the right half of the bed.

“I see you went with a purple theme tonight, your Majesty,” the butler observed.

Joschka nodded. “Well, it’s been a long time since I last took out the purple Squishmallows. I missed them a lot, you know?”

The butler chuckled nervously and looked away. “Yes, I would know…”

Joschka tilted their head. “Do you ever miss people too?”

Another nervous laugh. “Well, yes, very much so.”

Joschka gave him a calm smile.

And then suddenly grabbed him by the collar, pulling him forward.

“Let’s cut the bullshit. I don’t give a fuck how much you miss your family. I’m never letting them out of my dungeon.”

Their expression had instantly turned from warm and friendly to cold and wicked. Their voice had lowered by half an octave. Their formerly cute disposition had vanished completely.

“Please…” the butler said, his voice shaking. “Please, I’ll give you anything to let them go…”

Joschka’s grin grew wider, and they giggled malevolently. “You stupid son of a bitch, I can’t believe you’re still pleading with me, as if you have a chance.”

Suddenly, a knock on the door echoed through the room.

A muffled voice spoke from the other side. “Pardon me, your Majesty, I would like to update you on the shipment of jumbo Squishmallows which you ordered last week. It will only take a moment.”

Joschka let go of the butler’s shirt and turned around to face the door, their innocent demeanor and high-pitched voice quickly returning. “Of course! It’s no problem at all. Come in!”