Thriller screamed as sharp points of the jagged, hard, rusty, metal scraped and teared in her neck.

"Can we take a break before you idiots kill me!"

"Dude, your the one who got your head stuck in the wall."

"I THOUGHT IT WAS THE DOOR TO THE BATHROOM!"

".........." The two demons stopped pulling to look at Thriller in awe.

"AHEM!"

The two demons jumped as they turned to their 'majesty'. "Y-yes Q.C."

"What's going on?" "Well...."

"What I meant was, Where the fucking hell is Allen and P.Q?"

"A-allen refused to help." Linx stuttered, ready to dodge if Q.C was about to strangle him with

one of her tentacles.

"And P.Q is s-sick...." Brok muttered in a hoarse voice.

"Oh. So you think those are good reasons that excuses them from their job?" "N-no." The two servants stuttered.

"Then, Go GeT ThEm BeFOrE I StRAngLe yOu bOtH!" The satanic neko roared in the tone that is rarely heard. It sounds as if a demonic girl and boy are talking at the same time through a staticy radio.

Q.C's foot started tapping on the ground quickly as she crossed her arms. Thriller's mews for help were muffled as she stayed there waiting. Soon, she heard footsteps approaching Q.C, followed by a french voice.

"Yo! Izumaru, mind helping me out?"

"Non, I'm too bu-"

"WAIT TILL NIGHT TO DO THAT! I DON'T WANT TO HAVE TO LISTEN TO THAT CRAP!"

"....... I wasn't gonna say that."

"You didn't have to!"

"Q.C, I'll be in the Office/Main Room." Izumaru said as he walked away muttering.

Q.C grunted as her husband walked away. Thriller's ears pricked as she heard running footsteps, it was the four servants. Thriller gulped as she got ready for some major pain in her neck.

Thriller turned on the bathroom fan as she exited it. She saw Q.C's other daughter Charlies (Shar-lease) walking to the kitchen. The demonic neko took no time running towards Charlies and tapping her shoulder.

"Hey Charlies." 

"Ja?"

"I was wondering, when the last time Q.C smiled or laughed? EXCLUDING HER TIME WITH IZUMARU"

"Oh... Well.... I don't know, I haven't seen her even smirk or snicker in my lifespan."

"Do you know about before you were born?"

"Non. Vy not just ask Brok? He'll probably know."

"Okay Thanks."

"Villkomen."

     Thriller sat at the table wide eyed. She took Charlies' suggestion and asked Brok, she did not like his answer. '200 decades!!!' Thriller thought to herself worriedly. She thanked Brok as she got up and walked out the kitchen. The demonic neko finally knew what she was going to do with her life for awhile. Her goal was to make Q.C laugh, someway and somehow.