Snorlax's Daycare for Sonees and Roseys 2 Part 3

Snorlax’s Daycare for Sonees and Roseys 2: The Reopening
By MrGem91




Chapter III: Mommy

“Please God NOOOOGHHGHGHLHG!!!” screamed the Team Rocket pokemon poacher as Sandy Rosechu shoved her drill-arm through his sternum with a shrill mechanical roar. Torrents of blood splashed into her face as she killed the  third troll poacher Sandy had gotten her drill arms on since she had arrived in the CWCville Woods.

“I g-got an-another one u-un-uncle p-p-p-Punchy!” Sandy cheered in glee and pride.

“Good job Sandy!” Punchy Sonichu complimented his niece as he caved in the last pokemon poacher’s skull with only his gloved hands about twenty yards away. “And thats the last of em, no survivors to try and come back and poach wild sonichus and rosechus ever again,” Punchy declared with pride as he wiped his hands together after a job well done.

“g-g-Glad I c-c-could help unc-c-cle p-Punchy,” Sandy said to her uncle. “I b-b-better g-go n-now. I have lots of w-w-work to do n-now that I’m d-doing both my mommy and d-d-daddy’s jobs while they’re on th-their s-s-second honeymoon,” The young rosechu said as she slowly began to back away, eager to get back to her other duties.

“Yer dad Wild sure has been enjoying that second honeymoon of his with yer mother Simonla for quite sometime now,” Punchy Sonichu observed. “I only found these poachers because I was helping to take up your fathers slack by patrolling the woods for him. I know he’s glad your mother Simonla is back, but he has to come back to work sometime,” Punchy Sonichu told Sandy.

“I-I-I… I’ll t-tell him ya said that uncle p-p-p-Punchy,” Sandy Rosechu promised her uncle in a worried tone while looking away.

“Well good. Make sure ya do that for me Sandy. I gotta go punch to the extreme now. Tell your mother Simonla that Layla and I said hi and can’t wait to see her again,” Punchy Sonichu bid his niece farewell before turning around and speeding away out of the CWCville Woods. Sandy thought she better go home first to shower. She didn’t want to catch Robbie eagerly licking ‘ketchup’ off her arms again.

“They’re going to figure out your lie soon mommy,” A deep and ominous voice in Sandy Rosechu’s head warned. Sandy turned to see a young orange kitten with a twisted neck and limp head hanging down that dragged behind as it walked out from behind a tree. “You must strike first before they do to you what they made you do to Evan!”

“sh-sh-Shut up Mr. k-k-Kitty! All this is yer-your fault!” Sandy yelled at the cat in a terrified voice. “Ya-you only c-come out wh-when I’m alone! I f-f-found yer b-b-body when d-d-daddy m-made me help l-l-l-look aft-t-t-ter my c-c-cousins at g-gr-grandma sn-Snorl-lax’s d-d-Daycare! I k-k-killed the t-trolls who k-killed you!”

“HA HAH HA! As if those simple sonees and roseys could end me mommy, that was only my earthly body. I am now more powerful than ever before,” The kitten taunted Sandy Rosechu “And I’ve told you before, I’ve surpassed the name Mr. Kitty. I am strong for you are weak. I am the great and powerful Mr. Pretty Princess Kitty!” The small kitten identified itself.

“I d-d-don’t care who ya are m-Mr. Pretty p-Princess k-kitty! Just leave me alone!” Sandy screamed at the mysterious kitten.

“I think Zapina wanted you to ‘j-j-just leave her alone’ when you killed her as easily you killed one of those poor poachers. I never said you should kill her,” the undead Mr. Pretty Princess Kitty taunted Sandy Rosechu. Mr. Pretty Princess Kitty’s limp head bounced off the ground as he walked along.

“sh-sh-Shut up! I had t-t-to! She was g-g-gonna tell on me! Zap-p-pina wouldn’t l-l-listen to me after she f-f-found them!,” Sandy tried to defend herself as tears began to well up in her eyes.

“I never said killing her was a bad thing mommy,” Mr. Pretty Princess Kitty said to Sandy Rosechu.

“It w-w-wasn’t?” Sandy Rosechu asked tearfully.

“No she deserved to die. Zapina would have betrayed you. She was your babysitter and first friend, but she still would have betrayed you to the grownups after she found their bodies,” Mr. Pretty Princess Kitty the seventh explained to Sandy Rosechu. “She would have turned you over to your grandfather Chris-chan to be executed like they did to Evan! That traitorous bitch deserved to die. You didn’t ask her to come and cause you stress and trouble. She wasn’t even invited over when she found the bodies. That bitch Zappina would have betrayed you. Just like that lying imposter would have betrayed you.”

“r-r-Really?” Sandy Rosechu asked.

“Of course! Think about how that imposter lied to you!” Mr. Pretty Princess Kitty insisted.

Sandy Rosechu remembered how she had gotten into her current situation…

~

Sandy Rosechu wondered what her father was so excited about on the phone. All he told her was to wait inside their underground kitchen while he made his way back home with someone very special from Grandpa Chris-chan’s CWCville Laboratories. Sandy grew nervous as she heard him run down their driveway with someone and began to climb down into Sandy’s rabbit hole half of the house. It used to be her dead mommy Simonla’s half of the house before she died. Nowadays Wild Sonichu didn’t venture down in there and left his daughter there alone to her own devices.

“Sandy! I want you to meet someone very special,” Wild Sonichu yelled as he walked in with a light brown rosechu with a drill tipped tail. “This is yer mother Simonla Rosechu Sandy!” Wild introduced his daughter to his new rosechu.

“Hi, I’m Simonla Rosechu. Nice to meet you,” Simonla introduced herself with blank look on her face.

“M-M-MOMMY!!! YAY!!!” screamed Sandy Rosechu as she jumped up with glee and hugged her supposed mother with tears running down her face. After several moments of crying from happiness in Simonla Rosechu’s arms, Sandy looked up and asked, “b-b-b-but I thought you d-d-died, how are you here?”

“Mommy was never really dead,” Wild Sonichu answered for Simonla Rosechu. “It was all part of one big clever trick by your Grandpa Chris-Chan to fool all the trolls. He only FAKED the bombing that was supposed to kill yer mommy Sandy. Evan is now serving a life-long sentence in a offshore Amish community prison island stronger than Alcatraz.  He even released the Voltorb back into the wild afterwards,” Wild tried to explain the absence of the mother of his child for so many years.

“But why?...How?” Sandy Rosechu asked with a confused look on her face. How could Evan be in a prison when daddy made her kill him?

“Because your Grandpa Mayor Chris-chan is kind and loves all pokemon and knows they belong in the wild,” Wild answered his daughter’s question thinking Sandy was asking why the Voltorb was released into the wild.

“Um… Okay then. Wanna play with me mommy?! I wanna show you the pictures I drew of my old kitty Mr. Kitty!” Sandy Rosechu begged Simonla Rosechu.

“Hi, I’m Simonla Rosechu. Nice to meet you,” Simonla Rosechu answered Sandy blankly.

“Um I think your mommy is still tired from her trip back from… uh… RuleCWC,” Wild Sonichu quickly tried to make an excuse for his wife. “Well yer mommy and I haven’t seen each other for awhile now and we’re gonna go upstairs to the treehouse for some special adult time. Don’t come up,” Wild told Sandy.

“b-b-But you j-just g-g-got home,” Sandy began in a disappointed tone. She had waited her entire life to meet her mother and didn’t want her to leave again so soon. Why didn’t her mother want to spend more time with her?

“Sandy your mother and I need this!” Wild said sternly before grabbing the blank-faced Simonla’s shoulders and leading her out. That night Sandy Rosechu was kept up by the sounds of her parents wrestling up in the treehouse half of their home. From the sound of it, her mother was losing.

Over the next few days Simonla continued to act strange. She never wanted to spend any time with Sandy and spent most of her time at work or special grownup wrestling with Wild in their tree house. Simonla never cooked any meals for Sandy or tucked her in at night or told her bedtime stories. Simonla never baked cookies with Sandy like Rosechu did with Cera and Christine. Sandy always thought her Mommy would want to do all she could to take care of her like Rosechu did with her cousins, but Simonla didn’t seem to even know Sandy’s name. Neither her father or mother would tell Sandy why her Simonla had to fake her death or why she couldn’t come back till now.

One night Sandy had a nightmare about Evan’s execution and the dead Mr. Kitty she had found going through her great grandmother Snorlax’s first daycare at 14 Branchland Court. When she tried to climb up to the treehouse for comfort from her parents, Wild only yelled at her to go back to bed and her mother said hi and introduced her self with a blank look on her face. Saddened by her parents yelling and rejection, Sandy went back down into her rabbit hole half of the house and cried alone in her room.

Why didn’t her mommy Simonla Rosechu want to play with her? Why did she have to hide away from Sandy all her life? Why did Sandy have to grow up so fast to do her mommy’s job if her mommy was still alive while her older cousins all got to stay babies for as long as they wanted? If Evan was alive serving a life-long prison sentence somewhere, why did she have nightmares about his execution all her life? Why wouldn’t her mommy say anything other than introducing her self?

“It’s because she’s not your real mommy,” Sandy Rosechu heard a strange, deep and ominous voice answerer her questions.

“wh-wh-Who’s there?!” Sandy cried out frightened.

“Don’t be afraid mommy for it is I your little kitty,” Sandy heard come from an orange kitten with a twisted neck and head hanging limp at its side sitting on the end of her bed. Sandy didn’t remember it being there a moment ago. She was shocked to see she had seen this kitten before.

“m-m-m-Mr. k-k-Kitty! b-b-But you d-d-died!” Sandy cried out in shock over the seeming resurrection of her long dead pet kitten. His neck still seemed to be broken she finally noticed.

“Didn’t anyone ever tell you mommy? Kitties have nine lives,” The strange orange kitten specter answered. “And I don’t think the name Mr. Kitty fits me anymore mommy. No, much too plain. I much prefer the name aunty Cera Rosey gave me. Yes I think Mr. Pretty Princess Kitty is much more grandiose.”

“w-w-What d-d-do you what?” asked Mr. Pretty Princess Kitty.

“I’m here to help you see the truth mommy,” Mr. Pretty Princess Kitty’s limp dangling head answered ominously. “That creature up in the tree house sharing your daddy’s bed is not your mother.”

“th-th-Thats not t-true! Thats imp-p-p-posible!” Sandy insisted not wanting to admit the truth to herself.

“Search deep in your heart mommy, for you know it to be true,” Mr. Pretty Princess Kitty insisted. “Your real mother would want to spend as much time with you as possible. She would leap at the chance to care for you even better than Rosechu does for your cousins. The real Simonla Rosechu would have built you your own castle because you would be her little princess. She would make you four giant birthday cakes to make up for the birthdays she missed. She would let you have as many kittens as you wanted. Your real mommy would have said your name.”

“b-b-But d-d-daddy said that she is m-my real mommy,” Sandy Rosechu argued.

“Your daddy either hasn’t realized it or he’s known the whole time and doesn’t care,” Mr. Pretty Princess Kitty argued. “Besides can your daddy really be trusted mommy? Wasn’t your daddy the one who made you get a STRESSFUL job while your OLDER cousins got to stay babies? Wasn’t your daddy the one who tricked you into playing with the soft-sand that caused you to evolve into a grownup after only a week? No your daddy can not be trusted,” Mr. Pretty Princess Kitty tried to convince Sandy.

“w-w-What about grandpa c-c-Chris-Chan? He s-says that m-mommy n-never r-r-really died,” Sandy asked the kitten specter sitting at the foot of her bed.

“Your grandfather Mayor Chris-Chan is even worse than your daddy! Don’t you remember what he made you do to Evan?!” Mr. Pretty Princess Kitty asked in a condescending voice while trying to shake his dangling head disapprovingly. “They’re all lying to you.”

“p-p-Prove it,” Sandy Rosechu challenged Mr. Pretty Princess Kitty. “y-y-You have n-no evidence.”

“You already have all the proof you need mommy,” Mr. Pretty Princess Kitty answered coyly.

“w-w-Wha…” began Sandy Rosechu before being cut off.

“Proof that you DID kill Evan under your daddy Wild Sonichu and grandfather Mayor Chris-Chan’s influence. Evan isn’t off in some prison on some island. He is dead because you killed him mommy. And your daddy telling you otherwise is nothing but a bold face lie,” Mr. Pretty Princess Kitty elaborated.

“w-What p-p-proof do you think I have?” Sandy asked her late pet.

“Silly mommy, you know exactly where it is,” Mr. Pretty Princess Kitty teased Sandy before swinging his limp head towards the far corner of Sandy’s bedroom.

Sandy Rosechu’s eyes opened wide when she finally understood. She got up and walked to the far corner of her room and activated her arm drills with their usual shrill mechanic roar and began to dig down. Sandy had no idea how Mr. Pretty Princess Kitty knew about this. It was her oldest and most secret hiding place where she kept her most treasured trophy. She had never told anyone about it. Sandy stopped her drill arms when she felt them bounce of something metallic.

Sandy Rosechu pulled up an old rusty tackle box from beneath her dirt floor. She hadn’t seen the box in years nor what lay inside it. The tackle box opened with loud dry squeak. Sandy found it the same as she had left it. Empty except for the one item she had left inside. The bloodstained glassed of Evan.

“Now how could you have those if Evan was never executed?” Mr. Pretty Princess Kitty asked Sandy. “Those glasses are proof that your daddy is lying to you!”

“th-th-These d-d-don’t p-prove that my m-mommy isn’t r-r-real. j-j-Just…” Sandy began to argue before getting interrupted once more.

“j-j-j-Just what mommy? That your mommy JUST abandoned you to help the Mayor with some foolish plan? That she JUST left you with your daddy to take all of her responsibilities instead of raising you!?” Mr. Pretty Princess Kitty taunted. “And did you ever stop to think that if that IS your mommy up there, then that means she let all the grownups make you execute Evan for something they all KNEW he didn’t really do it? Either way, if that is your real mommy or if its a dirty imposter they both deserve to die by your hand before its too late!”

“w-w-What d-do you m-m-mean t-too late?” Sandy asked while dreading the answer.

“If your daddy and grandfather can replace your mommy, what’s stopping them from replacing you with a cute little rosey? Maybe one that won’t st-st-st-stutter,” Mr. Pretty Princess Kitty warned.

“n-n-No m-m-mommy and d-d-daddy wouldn’t do that!” Sandy Rosechu insisted even though she felt a vein of truth to Mr. Pretty Princess Kitty’s warning.

“What did you think they’re doing up there in that rocking tree house if not making your replacement?” Mr. Pretty Princess Kitty asked condescendingly. “As soon as that imposter lays an egg you’re as good as gone mommy. That baby will take everything and completely replace you. I bet that imposter already has an egg growing in her tummy.”

“NNNNOOOOOOO!!!” Sandy Rosechu screamed in outrage while squeezing her eyes shut to block out the world that had been so unfair to her. “I WON’T LET THAT HAPPEN!!!” After several moments of silence she opened her eyes and looked up to see Mr. Pretty Princess Kitty had vanished from the room.

Sandy searched the entire room but found that she was now alone. She didn’t remember hearing the door open or close. Somehow Mr. Pretty Princess Kitty had vanished as quietly as he had arrived. Sandy would have to look for him later she thought to herself. Right now she had a job to do.

Sandy put on Evan Christopher George’s glasses and headed out of her rabbithole half of her home to gather supplies. Fancying himself a natural gardener due to his being a grass-type Wild Sonichu prided himself on having a fully stocked shed with the top of the line equipment inside. Though Wild had never bothered to ever use anything inside the shed Sandy Rosechu would find just what she needed inside.

Sandy pumped a plastic hand on a plastic container to build up pressure inside it while she waited at the base of the tree Wild had built his house on.  Due to their being electric hedgehog pokemon, Wild and Simonla’s biological clocks kept them up till nearly four thirty in the morning enjoying honest and STRAIGHT marital relations. But Sandy waited patiently the whole time and even waited another thirty minutes after they to went to sleep to climb up the tree to make sure she went unheard.

Slowly and quietly Sandy Rosechu inched her way into her parents treehouse half of their family home. She found the door to her parents master bedroom left ajar. Through the opening Sandy saw both her parents deep in slumber on their double kingsize bed. Sandy slowly pushed the bedroom door open so as to not make a sound and tiptoed over to her father’s side of the bed.

Sandy’s father Wild Sonichu was so deep in slumber that he never heard her approach. Sandy pressed the tip of a metal spray wand attached to a container of CWCville Weed Killer between Wilds navel and sternum. In one quick motion Sandy stabbed the metal spray wand into Wilds gut and up underneath his hard protective rib cage to his vital organs.

Wild Sonichu’s eyes shot open as the sudden deep stab of pain forced him awake. Sandy quickly pressed her right hand over her father’s mouth before he could even begin to cry out in pain. With her left hand Sandy squeezed the lever on the end of the metal spray wand tight and released the weed killer directly inside the plant type pokemon’s chest.

“MMGGRREHGHHH!” Wild Sonichu cried out in pain underneath Sandy’s muffling hand. The green sonichu’s body began to convulse violently as the poisonous weed killer began to shut his lungs and heart down.  Sandy hopped on top of the convulsing Wild Sonichu to keep him in place. Sandy noticed Wild’s chest was beginning to turn from green to a pale dead yellow. A white foam started to seep up between Sandy’s fingers up from Wild’s mouth. Large veins started to bulge on his neck. Wild’s vine whips emerged and started swinging about at random knocking things over in a vain attempt to escape. Finally Wild’s body grew stiff and still as he died.

“Hi, I’m Simonla Rosechu. Nice to meet you,” said Simonla Rosechu blankly from the other side of the bed. Sandy looked over to see Simonla laying still in bed with a confused look on her face. The sight of her daughter over her husband’s dead body before Simonla didn’t seem to scare her so much as puzzle her. Sandy Rosechu began to wonder if this dirty imposter of her mother was slow in the mind.

“You’re not Simonla Rosechu!” Sandy yelled at the imposter in rage.

Simonla tipped her head to the side in confusion before asking, “Hi, I’m Simonla Rosechu?”

“AAAHHH!!!” screamed Sandy Rosechu in rage as she pounced on Simonla with both drill arms roaring. Simonla never made an effort to defend herself or fight off Sandy even after she punctured her fuzed eyeball with an arm drill. Simonla laid still the entire time Sandy released her pent up rage by eviscerating her body. After Sandy was done, Simonla’s body looked more like a ground beef than a rosechu.

Sandy Rosechu slept there in the blood soaked bed between her parents bodies through the rest of the night and morning before she was awakened by her father’s ringing cellphone. Sandy saw the call was from Angelica and decided she had to answer it.

“h-Hello?” Sandy asked as she answered her father’s cellphone.

“Wild? Is that you?” Angelica asked upon not recognizing the voice on the phone.

“n-No aunt an-an-Angelica, its me s-s-Sandy,” Sandy answered.

“Well put your father on the phone I need him for official business. The niggo neighborhood wants to open their own church again. Like heck God and the Bear are gonna let that happen. I will not let those darkies have a place to gather and conspire against Father. It is the Lord’s will that Wild get his butt over here and help us tear down that rebuilt church of theirs,” Angelica Rosechu snapped impatiently on the other line.

Sandy was worried. How was she going to hide her parents death when everyone needed them to do their jobs? Sandy wished she had thought through her plan more before going through with it last night.

“umm…. d-d-Daddy and Mommy c-c-can’t come… They’re um… They’re on their honeymoon,” Sandy used the first lie that came out of her head.

“Well who’s gonna come and do their jobs while they’re on this honeymoon? We can’t just leave this  niggo church around until your parents decide to come back, the darkies might organize.” Angelica complained.

“umm… I g-g-guess I c-c-can,” Simonla offered.

“Good, get over here asap,” Angelica Rosechu ordered before hanging up.

“SIGH…” Sandy was glad Angelica believed her, but she didn’t look forward to doing both her parent’s jobs. She decided she better take a quick shower to wash the dried blood from her fur before she left.

~

“Woesy!” a feral green rosey cried out in joy as she spied food. The top heavy creature waddled out from its hiding spot in one of the thick bushes of the CWCville Woods. Normally the rosey knew to stay away from the big mean people, but now they had big red spots on them and were in a deep slumber and she knew that meant it was safe to eat them now. “Yay!” the rosey cried out in glee before sinking her teeth into the closest dead Team Rocket Pokemon poacher’s nose and tearing it away and gobbling it down without chewing.

“n-n-No m-m-Mr. p-Pretty p-p-Princess k-Kitty, there has t-ta be another w-way!” yelled a nearby grown up's voice. The feral rosey’s attention was caught after hearing all roseys favorite two words ‘pretty’ and ‘princess’ spoken aloud. The rosey looked up from the meal she was making of a poacher’s face to see a light yellow rosechu with Lisa Simpson hair wearing a shark tooth necklace and a drill tipped tail and completely covered in what the rosey guessed was ketchup talking to someone the rosey couldn’t see. The little feral rosey couldn’t believe her luck today, first she found lots of sleeping big mean people to eat and now she had found who she assumed to be her mommy. The green rosey raised her arm stubs open for a hug and began to waddle towards her new mommy who would take care of all her problems.

“b-b-b-But I can’t hurt g-g-grandpa Chris. I know he d-d-deserves it, b-but he’s supposed to b-b-be the strongest there is,” the feral rosey saw her new mommy argue with someone in front of her. But the little green rosey didn’t see anyone in front of her new mommy rosechu. Her new mommy must be lonely and has an imaginary friend, the little green feral rosey deduced. Her new mommy was so lucky she was about to find her and get to take care of her so she would never be lonely again the rosey thought to herself.

“n-n-No I d-don’t want to b-be executed like Evan w-was, b-but…” began the little green rosey’s new mommy before she stopped to listen to her imaginary friend in front of her for several moments. The feral rosey was beginning to grow jealous of her new mommy’s imaginary friend.Why was she paying so much attention to it instead of the her the rosey asked herself. She was her new baby, not some fake imaginary friend.

“d-d-Do you r-really think that c-could w-work?” the feral rosey’s new mommy asked her imaginary friend.

“Wosey! YAY!” the little green feral rosey introduced herself to new mommy to distract her from that stupid jerk imaginary friend of hers. She made sure to keep winking her right eye to catch her new mommy’s awe.

“AAAHH!” Sandy Rosechu jumped up in fright upon finally noticing the feral rosey’s presence as she turned to see it waddling towards her from behind. Sandy didn’t like the look of the rosey due to it being green like her father and its creepy twitching eye.

“You heard m-Mr. Pretty p-Princess k-k-Kitty’s plan d-didn’t you?! n-n-No w-witnesses!” Sandy Rosechu stated coldly before activating her arm drills and bending down to the feral rosey. At first the rosey looked glad to be picked up by who she thought was her new mommy for the first time until she felt Sandy’s arm drills start to tear through her soft flesh.

Why was her new mommy hurting her? She was just a little baby rosey. Didn’t her mommy know she was supposed to take care of her? This was probably all her mommy’s stupid jerk troll imaginary friend’s fault. It was jealous of the rosey and told her new mommy slanderous lies about her. That was why her new mommy was hurting her, she had been tricked. The rosey died swearing vengeance against her mommy’s imaginary friend.