Scooter's place was so easy to be around, and she'd found a space to settle in there like a foot in a well-worn shoe. She had everything she needed, and anything she was missing, well, she would just ask Scooter and he'd get it. He was the perfect host for her desires. It hadn't been very hard at all to gradually draw him in. The longer she lived there, the easier it got.
His mother hated her, not that Sloth gave a fuck, and not that that changed anything. Sloth stayed in the basement, and his mom stayed upstairs. Whenever it looked like Mom might try and make an intervention, Sloth would lovebomb Scooter so he wouldn't pay any attention. She needed his focus solely on her. It made her feel very almost happy.
Today she was bored though. Scooter had a flu of some kind and he was very dull, so she'd just left, feeling fresh air on her face for the first time in ages. The sun was going down. Sloth decided she was going to go and see Wrath, just for a change of pace, and make sure she hadn't been forgotten. By the time she arrived, she was carrying a party bag of Flaming Hot Cheetos and eating them with one hand.
"Uh, I have molly and there's food in my hand?" she said, stopping in the doorway and looking at Wrath. "The fuck happened to your pants?"