"Auntie Vanellope."

Vanellope looked up from her phone at the young boy before her. She still wasn't quite used to looking up and seeing the spitting image of her brother. She hadn't been around him much at this age, and the two weren't very much alike, but he looked so much like Vinscent it was scary. "What's up little man?" She asked smiling.

Victor Von Schweetz tilted his head at his aunt. "How come Vicky won't come out to play? I'm bored playing games by myself. When is she going to wake up and play?" He asked.

Vanellope flinched. "Oh… uh… you're cousin isn't feeling very well today Victor. You see she… she's a bit sick. I think it's a good idea to let her rest up." She said. He was a bit too young to know the real reason, and she wasn't in the mood to explain that to her nephew. That was her brother's job anyway.

Victor gasped? "What? She's sick? That's horrible! We should make her some chicken noodle soup. Mom always makes me chicken noodle soup when I'm sick, and I almost always feel better." He said brightly.

She smiled down at him. He was such a sweet kid. "That's sweet of you kid, but I don't think soup is going to do the trick. We should just let her rest and- Hey! Where you going?!" She said as he suddenly turned and ran towards her room.

"I'm going to go wish her better of course!" He called back.

Vanellope reached out towards him. "Victor, wait! You don't understand she… aw, screw it, I tried." She said flopping back into her seat. She was not about to go anywhere near her daughter right now.

Victor ran down the hall towards his big cousin's room, but then suddenly bumped into someone. He looked up and was met with a black haired boy who looked a few years older than he was. He smiled. "Hi Gloyd!" He said waving.

The other boy picked up his headphones and scowled. "Geez Vic, watch where you're running." He said as he got up and dusted himself off. "Where you off to in such a hurry anyway?"

"To help Vicky get better." He said. "Oh, speak of the devil."

They were right in front of Vicky's bedroom door. He reached up to knock, but suddenly Gloyd Junior grabbed his hand. "Whoa, whoa, whoa! That is NOT a good idea!"

"Why not?" He asked pouting. "She's your sister. You're supposed to wish her better."

Gloyd sighed. "Look. Like once a month Vicky just gets really, really crazy for some reason. I don't know what her deal is, but I just started leaving her alone." He said bluntly. Gloyd loved pranks as much as his father did, and his sister was his favorite victim. But this time of the month she turned into a bear he was not going to poke.

Victor rolled his eyes. "Oh come on. Cousin Vicky is never that bad."

He reached up again, but Gloyd pulled him back. "Dude, no!"

"I just want to help her get better!"

"She isn't going to get better! Just leave her alone!"

"What kind of brother just lets her sister be all alone and sick?!"

"One that knows the value of his own life, that's who!"

"Let go!"

"No! You stop it!"

"NO!"

"YES!"

The two stopped when they suddenly saw the door slowly creak open. Both boys stared up and saw a girl with long brown hair tied into a pony tail with an orange scrounge. She had bright orange eyes, and freckles on her face. The boys looked worried. Normally Vicky was a fairly laid back and cool person. Right now she looked like she just rose out of hell.

"…hi Vicky."

"…morning sis…"

The girl glared down at the both of them. She gritted her teeth and stepped forward, towering over the two younger boys. "Stop. Yelling. In front. Of my. ROOM!" She shouted, voice booming through the entire house.

Victor and Gloyd both flinched. "S-sorry. We were just-"

She grabbed Gloyd by the front of his shirt, cutting him off. "I thought I told you not to mess with me this time of the month you little insect! I am NOT in the mood for your bull crap today, do you understand me?! You pull one prank and I swear I'm going to shove your hat up your-"

"I won't! I won't, I swear!" Gloyd said shielding his face.

Vicky glared at him a few more seconds before dropping him on the ground. He quickly turned and scurried off, and she turned her gaze towards Victor who froze in fear. "Why are you here?" She asked.

"I… I just wanted to see how you were doing."

Vicky sighed. "I'm… I'm fine Victor. I'm just… tired."

Victor looked concerned. "Are you sure. Auntie Vanellope said you were sick."

Vicky mentally cursed her mother. She knew it was her time of the month. Why had she let these two near her room? She wanted to be alone right now. "I'm okay. It's just… it's a girl thing." She explained.

"Well, is there anything I can do to help?"

"No!" She said patience running thin.

Victor flinched and looked down sadly. "Sorry…"

Vicky stared down at her cousin. The little guy had only been worried. She sighed. "I'm sorry for snapping at you. It's just… this is a big kid sickness that makes me really testy once a month. There isn't anything you can really do about it. But thanks for being worried about me."

Victor nodded. "Okay. I'm sorry I can't help."

She knelt down and put her hands on his shoulders. "You coming to check on me is already making me feel a little bit better." She said before kissing his forehead. He smiled. "Now go find your cousin Gloyd and tell him to play with you."

"But mom said I shouldn't play with Gloyd cause he's a bad influence and likes to prank people all the time."

"Well, you won't have to worry about that this time. You tell him that I said today he's your personal playmate, and that he's going to play any game you want. Or else."

"Okay!" He said happily.

Vicky watched as he ran off to go find her brother. Man, did she really love that kid. An adorable little ball of sunshine. Now, on to business. "DAD! I need a ride to the store! And brace up, cause we're going to that section!"

"Crap!" She heard Gloyd Senior shouted in frustration.

A/N: Man, this story is so much easier to update since their just drabbles. Got the weekend shift, but still trying to get some of my other fics updated. But I'll keep on cranking these out as I get them.

I had a hard time coming up with names for Vanellope and Gloyd's kids. Vicky just popped into my mind because I wanted it to start with a V. And I got totally stumped with their son, so I just went with Jr. Feel like I'm always going to have to clarify which is which in other stories, but hey.

And Victor is of course Vinscent's son. Not going to spoil who the mother is.

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