(Expansion of @itsmaplebeebs idea: a revamped pj's daycare where pj hates his job and all the kids are shit. (Lucy is my character and a placeholder until I find an actual manager of the daycare. If you have any ideas, please lmk!

(TW: mentions of underage smoking and weed usage.

"Pway famiwy with me!" Fresh demanded, yanking on PJ's scarf. "Pway famiwy wih me!!" PJ, (maybe a little too quickly) was getting annoyed. "Busy, li'l man. Maybe next time," he said with a rather forced smile. He wasn't actually busy, but Fresh didn't know that. Fresh scowled, dropping. His entire weight made PJ's scarf tighten around his neck, choking him rather efficiently.

"Stop it," he snapped, refraining from adding twerp. He had already gotten yelled at enough for that. He grabbed his scarf and yanked it free from Fresh, watching as he (rather pathetically) rolled onto his back.

A door opened, one PJ recognized was Lucy's. He cringed, hoping that she was just checking in on the kids rather than yell at him. He hoped it was the prior.

"PJ." Goddamnit. "My office. Now."

PJ was used to getting yelled at by Lucy. Actually, PJ was used to getting yelled at in general. His...not-so-great grades, for lack of better words, resulted in a lot of screaming from his teachers and parents. But this time was different. She actually sounded pissed off. Still, he was sure it would be better than playing family with Fresh.

He got up, heading over to her office, well aware of Goth and Palette's stares. He kept his chin up, shutting the door behind him.

Sitting down maybe too comfortably to be respectful, he looked at Lucy. She tossed him something, him catching it out of reflex. He looked down to see what it was...

Oh no, PJ thought as he looked back up at Lucy.

"Tell me why I caught Fell running around with a Juul." Lucy spat the word "Juul" out like it tasted bad.

"..." PJ didn't say something, looking away. Shit, shit, shit, fuck, fuck, fuck-

He thought he had been slick about it, hiding it behind his unused calculator that was hidden deep in his (pretty messy) backpack. If he wasn't so scared, he'd be mad at Fell for going through his stuff.

His lack of response seemed to only fuel Lucy's rage. "Why do you even have this? Your 17, for Christ's sake! And why on Earth do you have it in your school backpack? This makes it a school issue! I have to report this to your school and you bet your ass I'm telling your parents unless you cough up a damn good excuse."

PJ's brain worked quickly to make up a "damn good excuse". "I didn't take it to school. It was in the car and,-" "You walk here," she snapped, cutting him off.

"I got in my friend's car to change after weight lifting," he said, maybe a little too quickly. Her eyes narrowed, but PJ could tell she bought it (years of lying to his parents granted him this). "And I keep it in there. The pods don't have nicotine, either, so it's legal." That was...somewhat true. He sometimes used nicotine with it, but it was mainly weed. He had a fake weed card, too, so he could pull that out if she mentioned it.

She sighed, rubbing the temple of her nose and mumbling, "What am I going to do with you," before actually addressing him again. "If what you're saying is true, I won't report you to your school, but your lucky I'm not. I will tell your parents though. Don't let this happen ever again, young man. Now get out of my office."