Nox's POV:
Today is a very important day, as I go collect the debt I am owed. Over the years, I have fed him and spoiled him in my affections, but how does he repay me.
"WHERE IS THE CANDY?!"
He held a candy raid without me and didn't even bother to set some aside for me. That is an unforgiveable act of treason towards his younger older sister.
"Whoa! Big sis? Why are you so angry?!"
I had come all the way here, to this blue palace, that looks way better than that pink nightmare I had to stay in to satisfy the playboy and fanboy, just so I could break my brother's knees for daring to not share his spoils with me, and definitely not because there was currently a trio of weirdos having a party at my base that I want nothing to do with.
"HAND OVER THE CANDY YOU UNGRATEFULL LITTLE BROTHER FROM ANOTHER MOTHER! DID I NOT TEACH YOU TO NEVER LEAVE ME OUT OF THE FUN! AND YOU WENT ON A CANDY RAID WITHOUT EVEN SPARING ME A SINGLE PIECE! IT WAS MY BABY YOU STOLE IT FROM, SO I DEMAND A TASTE OF THE SPOILS! NOW COUGH IT UP!" I screamed as I started shaking my little brother up and down.
"H-e-y! Q-u-i-t i-t! O-r *bleurgh*" He said, as I made him throw up all over me.
My brother is an elemental spirit, so he technically doesn't have a stomach, or tastebuds, and the only thing he really eats is elemental energy, so he doesn't really have a digestive tract either. Meaning that what comes out of his mouth and/or butt when I violently shake him like this is not his poop or vomit, but something he secretly smuggled into his body to avoid leaving any evidence like a spatial trail from opening a storage space. This level of caution would only be necessary if he was trying to hide the candy he stole from my baby boy, and I was right. For soon came the rain of forbidden candy along with something else.
*clank*
"Ugh! Oh! Hey, its not what it looks like! I was holding it for a friend!" My little brother said in a panic.
For around the crystal ball of an eldritch being I once sealed away, lay the various forbidden candy I thought I was going to take to my grave. The forbidden cookbook of 'tasty treats too sweet to eat' holding countless recipes for unbelievably unhealthy foods, that taste unbelievably good. I had destroyed it long ago, after seeing the potential catastrophe these recipes might unleash on the health of our children. I struggled for weeks, trying to get my Crybaby to lose the pounds he got from eating to many donuts. While there is nothing wrong with being fat, as it definitely has its perks, like greater shock absorption, heat insulation, and the share amount of energy stored in the folds, but none of that would matter if you're unable to outrun the hordes of jealous carnivores, or get a heart attack from all the cholesterol. Fearing a potential obesity crisis in this already way to dangerous world, I burned the book, destroying its forbidden knowledge, forever, or so I thought. For somehow, my little brother just puked out a whole chapter's worth of food from my book.
"Look! I wasn't going to free the guy, so chill! I just like the pleasant things he whispers in my brain! You know, I know better than to actually do what he wants, right?"
"WHO THE HELL CARES ABOUT SOME OLD APOCALYPTIC FART BUBBLE! WE HAVE AN ACTUAL CRISIS ON OUR HANDS! HOW DID YOU GET YOUR HANDS ON THESE FORBIDDEN TREATS OF CHILDHOOD OBESITY?!" I screamed at my little brother.
"Uh! Huh? Oh, Alex asked about that book you burned that one time and -!
"YOU FOOL! YOU'VE DOOMED GENERATIONS OF CRYBABIES TO BE EATEN ALIVE BY GIANT DOGS AND CATS!!!" I screamed, imagining all my overweight descendants of the Crybaby branch tumbling down a hill before being caught by feral house pets.
"So, you're not mad at me for snatching the evil god of temptation you said we should never ever touch, cause if he ever got out, it might cause the apocalypse?"
"Apocalypse achmocalypse! By now, I've seen enough of these schmucks to know how common world ending creatures really are! I mean, I literally just made one last year out of nothing but my imagination and unleashed him upon the world, and so far, nothing's happened! But this! This has actual consequences for the future! What would I do if this corruption spread to my other kids too! Now let's go brainwash my Crybaby until he forgets those recipes or goes insane! Whichever one comes first!" I said, as I had my little brother lead the way towards my naughty sugar toothed snot ball of fat and tears.