Basically, don't p*ss of the pixie.

Cupid relaxed in his heart shaped pool, on a candy heart floaty. Creator lounging in a lawn chair beside him, out of the pool.

Coby frowned. "Why do you get to relax? And were stuck with all the damn chores!?" The gorgon stood up from the flowerbed, dusting his hands on his arse.

Cupid shrugged his shoulders. "You all p*ssed me off this week, so, this is your punishment. Now, less talky more worky."

Coby put his hands on his hips. "I didn't even do anything!"

Creator tilts her glasses. "Coby, you broke four of his arrows. The ones that take months to make, he's behind in work now, thanks to you."

Coby sighed and went back to the flowerbed, mud ruining his five hundred dollar jeans. He wiped his forehead, pulling his vipers into a makeshift ponytail.

Hallow hisses in pain from the sunlight, after adjusting his sunhat he walked over to the lazy pixie. "Vhy do I have to do dis sheet?"

(Accent people accent)

Cupid chuckles. "Just shut up and clean the fountain, rose eater."

Hallow shuts his mouth at that, then returns to the empty fountain, him bending over to clean the moss and fish gunk, with a washrag and sponge.

Lockheart growled and hopped off the ladder, ripping the garden gloves off. "C'mon! Let us at least take a damn break! My hands are killing me!"

Creator giggles at the fuming winged devil. "Sorry lock, you deserve this. You burned half of Cupid's client's paperwork."

Cupid nods with her. "Agreed. Now, you missed a spot."

Lockheart grits his teeth in anger, his wings burning in rage. He spreads them and flies back over to the hedged with the large hedge clippers.

Cupid takes a sip from his pink lemonade. "Asher! Another sugar cookie!" He rings a small bell.

After a second or two, the Wolfie skeleton comes around the corner with a silver platter, dressed in a tux, which was unbearably hot, hey, there was a reason why he hated shirts.

And lastly, a cat collar around his neck.

"Yes sir!" Asher bent down, Cupid took a cookie off the tray. "There ya go. Now, can I take off this fookin collar yet?"

Cupid puts a finger to his chin in thought, while grinning. "Hmm.. No, but you can take a break now. I'll call you if I need you again."

Asher bowed in thanks, before booking it for the mansion, ripping off the tux on the way there.

Fear walked out from the sliding glass door. "I just saw Asher strip and jump into the freezer.. Should I ask what happened?"

Creator smiled at her ten legged creation. "Fear! About time you join us, where have you been?"

Fear takes a seat next to her, removing his trench coat, revealing his black t-shirt, and grey swim trunks. "I was getting something to eat, when Asher shoved me into the table to get to the freezer.. Which reminds me, what is going on out here?"

Cupid sends a grin go the widow. "Well, long story short, everyone p*ssed me off, so I'm making them do chores. But, you're fine, you've been in your room all week. So, you're off the hook."

The others send a deadly glare to the widow, to which Fear makes them shut up once his eyes go dark.

They all quickly went back to their work.

Fear leaned back on the lawn chair, arms behind his back as he stretched his extra legs. "I could get used to this."

"No fair! Fear never does anything!" Coby hisses, shades halfway on his face from the sweat.

"That's because Fear is the only one with any common sense!" Cupid yells back, scrolling through his phone.

..........

"Can we take a break now?" Lockheart asks, using a wing to fan himself off.

"Hmm... No!"

(Idek I got bored.)