Doc Paisely's Cold and Cough Medicine (Cruella 2021 Fic)

[YiffySneeze]

I had requested a Cruella sickfic/sneezefic a while back, but ultimately no one wrote one. I eventually decided to try my hand at it, but it wasn't as arousing as I had hoped. Nevetheless it was fun to write!

 

 

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It had been a full year since Estella had “died”. Cruella had been living in Hell Hall (formerly Hellman Hall) comfortably. She had plenty of money to spare, and had already begun her own fashion line, which she had dubbed, “House of De Vil”. She reasoned that by calling her particular line “House of De Vil”, it would be an exceptional comeback; A giant middle finger to “House of Baroness”. Cruella had fabulously designed her new mansion, being extra careful to put as much beauty in it as well as originality. Sometimes she felt like her efforts were as much to please her eyes and others as they were to one day infuriate the Baroness...or her, if she had to admit, “birth mother”. Thankfully, that b**** was in jail. Baroness had killed Cruella’s adopted mother, and let’s just say Estella become the “poetic justice”. Just as well, because Estella, Cruella’s alter-ego, was effectively dead as it was; Estella was the past, Cruella is the present. 

Today Cruella was expecting an important meeting with businessmen. How she hated meetings! They were always such a waste of precious time that she could have spent designing. Yet, this was life now, and she figured that if she got the meeting over with quickly, then she could resume designing; It was her only passion!

She gently tugged open one of the drawers on her vanity, pulled out a brush and a compact, which she snapped open and began to powder her face. This was largely a touch-up, as she rarely went without makeup these days, but she couldn’t risk any imperfection being apparent during the meeting. She always had to make a good impression.

It was then that a heavy knocking could be heard. “Horace! Jasper! Get the door!” Cruella yelled. 

“I’m goin’, I’m goin’!” called back Horace.

“You could ask more nicely!” yelled Jasper.

A moment or so later, the doors creaked open, and Cruella could hear the heavy footsteps of two men. Cruella had invited these men to Hell Hall before she went to work in her fashion studio just at the edge of London. 

“They’re here!” Yelled Jasper from downstairs.

“I’m coming! I’m coming!” Cruella yelled downstairs. She closed her compact, and gently put it away with the makeup brush in her vanity. She stood up, adjusted her two-tone hair in the mirror, and started down the hall toward the stairs, as a loud sneeze was heard from downstairs, followed by a man clearing his throat and sniffling. Cruella looked down at the foyer, and saw two men below. One held a hankerchief up to his face, wiping furiously at his nose. The other stood absentmindedly staring off into space. Cruella rolled her eyes and sighed, then gained composure and walked gracefully down the stairs. “Gents!” she beamed as she came to a halt downstairs, “How may I help you?” The two men turned to face her, and the man who had been staring off into space, smiled kindly. The other man quickly sniffled, and tucked his hankerchief back into his suit pocket, and cleared his throat, “Good morning, Madam De Vil!” he croaked. Cruella stared at the red nosed man, then turned to look, questioningly, at the other man who beamed ear to ear. Cruella chuckled, “Pardon me, but is he ill?” she pointed at the man who was once again sniffling into his hankerchief. “Me?” he looked up, “Oh, um, no I uh..” Cruella rolled her eyes, “Let’s just get this over with.” She turned and led the two men to her office, heels clacking loudly on the floor. 

***

Horace and Jasper sat downstairs in front of the fireplace, having tea with Artie, while Artie kept glancing nervously down the hall where Cruella’s office was. “Do you think she’s alright?” He asked finally. “Huh?” Jasper looked up, “Oh. Yeah, I’m sure she is.” Artie glanced back again nervously, “You sure that man didn’t have a cold?” Horace snorted into his teacup, “Nah, sure it’s just them allergies.” He stood up, set his cup down on the side table, and stretched, “I’m gonna go watch the game.” Artie nodded, and stared down at his teacup. He was probably overly worried, it was probably just allergies. He’d never seen Cruella get sick even once, as it was, so he had no reason to worry. Cruella would do just fine during the next fashion show three days away

About an hour or so later, after a few moments of commotion, Cruella’s office door swung open, and the men scurried out, looking a bit sheepish. “You ANIMALS!” yelled Cruella, “Next time you come to see me, cover your mouth or I will make a coat out of you!” The men scurried awkwardly out the front door, mumbling apologies. 

As soon as the door had closed, there was the familiar sound of heels clacking that all the boys there were used to. Cruella almost never went barefoot, and always had to look amazing. “You alright, Cruella?” called Artie. 

“I told you, Artie, she’s fine. This happens all the time. Just let her be.” mumbled Jasper, “Although she does seem more upset than usual” he admitted. 

There was the sound of a door slamming, and then the sound of rushing water. 

Horace peeked around the corner, “Is someone using the loo? I need to use the loo!”

Jasper rolled his eyes, “You know there are like ten bathrooms here, right?”

Horace shook his head, “But that one is the closest to the TV!”

After a few moments, a very frustrated looking Cruella came out of the bathroom, wiping herself down. As soon as she pulled the towel away from her face, she noticed the three men staring at her. Sensing the confusion, she said, rather annoyed, “Snotty nosed man sneezed on me. Clearly no one told him that’s impolite. He was probably raised in a barn. Now I have to re-do my makeup.” She rolled her eyes and stormed off, leaving the three men looking both confused and concerned. 

***

A couple evenings later, Cruella sat by the sewing machine, finishing up a few pieces that had gotten delayed so they would be ready for the show the next night. Everything had to be perfect, as always. Anita Darling was going to document the whole event, and the show had to be fantastic for the press...Not that Anita ever missed a show. Nevertheless, Cruella knew her brand had to live up to, no, exceed expectations. The house was already dark and as Cruella turned off the sewing machine and hung the dresses up for the night, she yawned and stretched. She was feeling rather run down, but she had been working hard. ‘I need a drink’ she thought to herself. She stood up, tucked her chair underneath the table where the sewing machine stood, and walked over to the wooden cabinet where she kept her liquor. She fished out a glass and a bottle, but ultimately didn’t feel like bothering to pour the liquor, and instead put the glass back, and took a swig from the bottle. The alcohol tickled her throat and she let out a small cough. ‘That was stronger than usual’ she thought, as she put the cap back on the bottle, and gently set the bottle back into the cabinet, and headed toward her bedroom to get a good night sleep. 

***

Cruella awoke to the daylight shining into her eyes. She rubbed her eyes, slowly opening them. ‘It usually isn’t this bright when I wake up’ she thought, ‘Did I sleep in?’ She glanced over at the clock on her bedside table, which read 10:40 AM. She rolled over on to her back and stared at the ceiling for a moment. She was utterly EXHAUSTED. She knew she had to get up, and she knew she had massively overslept, but her body did not want to move. Cruella felt as if she had been hit by a train. 

There was a knocking at her door, which jarred her out of her thoughts. “Come in”, she said hoarsely. “Hey, don’t you have to get up?” It was Jasper. Cruella cleared her throat, “Yeah, yeah, I know that, Darling.” She pushed herself off the bed, trying to mask her utter exhaustion. She had to look composed. “Darling, would you close the door for me? I need to get dressed,” She said. Jasper eyed her oddly for a moment. What was that look? Was it concern? She wasn’t sure. Either way, she needed him out of her room so she could get ready. She had work to do! “Jasper, Darling, if you’re going to sit there and stare at me, you might as well make yourself useful. Go get some of the things ready downstairs!”

***

The day took off at a rapid pace. Everyone who worked for House of De Vil ran around crazily. It seemed as if everyone was doing about fifty things at once. For some reason, despite the excitement in the air, Cruella just wasn’t feeling herself. She attempted to mask her exhaustion, and she felt she was doing a pretty good job of it for a while, but as the day progressed, she seemed to get slower. A few of her employees seemed to notice. Out of the corner of her eye, she would sometimes see a concerned or confused looking employee staring at her. As soon as Cruella would turn to look, the employee, whoever it was, would dart away and act busy. 

Around 5:00 PM or so, things had died down slightly while employees who were working overtime went to eat dinner before returning to work. The show would start at 8:00 PM. Cruella now sat, staring idly at a dress in her lap. What was it that was causing this exhaustion? She had been tired before, of course, and sometimes her job was draining. This, though...this felt different. She was beginning to get a headache, and had been attributing it to stress for the last hour, but now she also had the sensation of mild congestion and a slight tickle in her throat. She had been shrugging this stuff off all day, but now it seemed to be getting worse. Suddenly she remembered the other day, when the one business man had accidentally sneezed on her. Could she be getting sick? It had been so long since she had been sick, that she essentially had forgotten what it felt like. She sniffled slightly, and once again turned her focus on to the dress in her lap.

“Wow, I have seen everything, but never did I expect to see you of all people cry.”

Cruella looked up to see Artie. She rubbed her nose, “No, Darling. If I were crying, you would know.” She gave a little smirk as she said that.

Artie eyed her suspiciously, but then relaxed his expression again. “So what’s the plan? The clothes look amazing by the way. I thought I was a work of art, but truthfully you make art better than I ever did. I guess the art is in Cruella as well as Artie...somewhere at least.” Artie realized he had been rambling, and grinned. “Well, good luck with the show, I guess. Not that you’d need it, of course.”

Artie turned around and began heading toward the exit of the building. 

Cruella grabbed her hand stitching kit, and began adding the finishing touches on the garment in her lap. It was then that she felt a harsh tickle in her sinuses. She sniffled a bit, for a moment, and tried to keep focus. However, before she could put her sewing needle down, she let out a small sneeze and accidentally pricked her finger. Still sniffling, she reached for a scrap of fabric to wipe the little blood droplet off of her finger, only to find Artie looking directly at her. He must have turned around when she sneezed. “I guess we’re in more trouble than I think we’d like to make,” he said. Cruella couldn’t tell if he was concerned or joking, but she figured it was the latter. 

“Darling, you know I love any sort of trouble,” she said, smiling at him. Her eyes shone with her mischievous glint that Anita so often spoke of. Or at least, Artie thought that was it, though now that he looked at her, he noticed that her eyes might simply be watery. Too watery, in fact. Had his worries the other day be more of a prediction than Horace or Jasper thought? Artie wasn’t sure, but Cruella definitely did not seem to be herself. She looked sluggish, and though it was difficult to tell with her makeup, she did seem a little paler than usual. 

“What?” asked Cruella.

Artie took in a deep breath. Confronting Cruella was never easy, despite the two of them being close and sharing a deep understanding of one another. Even simple concern could set her on edge. “Cruella, I...are you feeling quite alright?”

Cruella laughed, “I am more than alright, Artie. I am brilliant!” Just as she said this, she sniffed, and grabbed a piece of scrap fabric, which she softly blew her nose into before continuing her work.

***

It was almost time for the show, and though Cruella did her best to appear as normal and energetic as possible, she felt even worse than she did that morning. She still darted around, trying to finish up any last minute details and to add that extra “touch” to everything that she was already so famous for. As she watched some of her employees help a model into a dress, Cruella felt the same intense tickle she had earlier. She tried to sniff it away a few times, but it just kept coming back. She hitched a few times, and then put her hands up to her face, and squeezed her nose. “Ahh..ggnnnshoo, Ahheh...ingnshoo!” She sniffled, perhaps a bit too wetly, and went back to her work. Though she was now back at her mansion, awaiting the crowd, she didn't feel quite at home or relaxed. There was still so much to do to make the show perfect!

***

Not too long afterward, the crowd began to arrive. Everyone hurridly went to their places before the show could begin. The lights turned on over the catwalk, and music started blearing. Cruella could hear the crowd cheer, whistle, and scream excitedly. It was time. The seats were filling up quickly, far faster than expected (although attendance was never underestimated at these sorts of events). Cruella stood, gazing down at the crowd from a windowsill on the third floor of her mansion. There were so many people there to see her and her fashion line! Never had she imagnined ending up here so quickly. Just two years ago, she was still living as Estalla, and still stealing to get by. She sniffled and rubbed her nose. As soon as she rubbed it, there was that intense tickle, which moved from her nose to her throat and she coughed a few times, before looking back down at the crowd. There came a knocking at the door behind her. "Come in," Cruella said, not bothering to turn and look at who it was. "Hey.." came a familiar voice. It was Jasper. Cruella knew that voice anywhere. After all, she had grown up with him. "What?" she asked, with faint annoyance in her tone. "...Estella, I've been think...."

"Cruella!" she snapped, "You should know this by now. Estella is dead."

"Right. Sorry. Cruella, I've been thinking...you look really tired tonight. Maybe you should take the night off for once..."

"It's my show, yes? I'm not taking the night off."

"I know, but..." Jasper hesitated.

"But what?" Cruella said, still facing the window.

"Um...well, Artie was concerned about you the other day, and...maybe he was right to be concerned, you know?"

Cruella whirled around, her nose noticeably redder than usual, despite heavy makeup. He eyes looked glassy. "Darling, if I weren't fine, you would know."

Jasper sighed, "You know, I don't know. With Estella, well, she'd tell us everything, but Cruella..." he bit his lip, "Cruella might try to hide weakness."

"You think I'm weak?" Cruella yelled, glaring.

"No, no. It's just...you don't seem to be yourself, and to be honest, we're all a little worried about you."

"I have a mansion, a successful fashion line, and more money than I know what to do with. You, Darling, are mistaken to worry. Waste that worry on someone else. All of you."

With that, Cruella brushed past Jasper, in the direction of the door. She swung it open, but that familiar tickle came back. She let out a slight cough, and then tilted her head back, hitched a few times, and sneezed loudly into her hands.

Jasper looked even more concerned, "This is...what we were talking about. Didn't that businessman sneeze on you?"

Cruella smirked, and turned back to face Jasper. "Those men were animals. I'm fih...ihhn...Ahh..etshoo...eh...astchishhyooo *sniff*...I'm fine." Cruella reached for a tissue from the table and immediately sneezed three more times into the tissue, "Eehhahhitshyooo...ehhhitschyoo, eh-ITCHSHYOOO!"

Jasper looked even more concerned, but didn't say anything further. Cruella tossed the tissue into the trash, and stormed off. 

***

The fashion show began beautifully. The crowd cheered along to bouncy music, as the models paraded around the stage, showing off the new clothing line from House of De Vil. Flashes of cameras lit up the night. Everything seemed perfect! That is, except for Cruella's family. They weren't related to her by blood, but they were family nonetheless. The three of them stood off to the side watching the show silently. All had a look of concern on their faces, but no one spoke. Finally, Horace broke the silence. "So er...Watcha think's got up Creulla's nose?" he laughed, but all three knew he was genuinely worried. "Oof," Artie shook his head, "I think our star might not be feeling as bright as she wants us to believe." 

"You can say that again," sighed Jasper.

"So right then, whaddya guys think we should do?" Horace said, looking around anxiously.

"Well, if I know Cruella, she's still got that little bit of Estella in her somewhere deep down. Since all that...chaos happened a year ago, she's been hurting. She doesn't want us to see that, and I think she doesn't want us to see that she isn't well now either. Still, I worry that she's convincing herself that she's fine...not just us."

"So, Daddy, what do you plan to do?" smirked Artie.

Horace rolled his eyes, "Not with that nonsense again!"

Artie always loved to tease Jasper and Cruella about being "Mummy and Daddy". They always seemed to have that old married-couple type relationship, which was most apparent when they were fighting.

"Anywho, what's the angle?" asked Horace.

Jasper held up a finger, "The angle..." Jasper paused glancing around in case Cruella was nearby. She wasn't, but he didn't want to chance it. He continued in a whisper, "The angle is we're going to play this like Cruella plays it; Big!"

***

Cruella sat, still inside. She definitely did not feel well, but she was doing her best to distract herself. Her sneezing was getting worse and she couldn't stop blowing her nose. She coughed into her hand, and started back up the stairs to watch from above. She had gone downstairs with every intention of watching outside with everyone else, and interacting with the crowd, but she hadn't felt up to it, and ultimately had stayed inside. As she climbed the stairs, she sneezed again, "AhhhhETCIIISHHYOOO!" The sneeze was louder than she had anticipated, and it echoed through the foyer. Embarassed, she continued up the stairs as fast as she could, and disppeared into the third story room where she had been watching before. 

***

"Allllmost done...."

"Hurry up, Daddy. We don't have all day!"

Jasper turned around to glare up at Artie, then rolled his eyes, and went back to his work, "Yeah, I think we're just about..." He moved the battery back into the compartment, and screwed the bolt shut, "done!" He glanced up at Horace and Artie, then got up and brushed off his knees. "Now we wait." He smiled.

***

Cruella snorted into a tissue, and dumped it on top of the mountain she'd formed in the garbage can. She was still doing her best to watch the show, but it felt so oddly impersonal watching from above. Her eyes were watering, and she felt an intense tickle, and reached for another tissue, "AhhhEhhhTshfffsyooo!" She only swiped at the box of tissues, but hadn't been able to grab one in time. She rubbed her nose, and looked at the fine mist that now covered the window. She groaned, and grabbed a tissue to wipe it up. That was disgusting! As soon as she had finished wiping up the window, she noticed something...strange. The ads that usually were posted were now glowing even brighter than usual. She moved forward a bit, and pressed herself against the window to get a better look. Instead of advertizing many of her different sponsors, these ads were advertizing just one; "Doc Paisley's Cold and Cough Medicine". 'That's it!' thought Cruella, feeling rage boiling inside her. She grabbed for a coat (she felt unusually chilly in the still warm autumn air), and headed downstairs as fast as she could.

***

"You think it worked?" Asked Horace, as he reached into a chip bag, and stuffed a potato chip into his mouth.

Artie grimaced, but didn't say anything.

"Oh, it did," said Jasper with a grin,"The third story light just turned off."

***

Cruella was furious! She stormed outside, but saw that the crowd was all the way across the lawn. She had made this walk many times before, but she didn't feel up to it right now. Instead, she turned, stomped over to her car, and zoomed off like a madwoman in the direction of the show.

***

"Shhh..." Jasper paused, "Did you hear that?"

"I think that was a car..." said Horace absentmindedly.

"You boys are so dim sometimes," Artie shook his head, "I'd know that sound of driving anywhere. That's not just any car, that's Cruella's car."

Just then, as if on cue, a car screeched to a halt right in front of the stage. Creulla could be seen looking around frantically, as if she was out to kill someone. Her eyes locked on her three family members. 'There!' she thought. She started to stomp over in their direction, but realized she would have to push through the audience in order to get to them. 'So be it!' she thought. She began to push people aside angrily, but instead of being met with resistance, she was met with tons of photos being taken. The lights tickled her nose, which sent her into a massive sneezing fit. "Eehhh...atchshhhyo! Ehhhtschyooo! E..eh..ATSCCHYOO! Heh...ah..etchshhyooo! ETtttchshhoo!" She sniffled thickly a few more times as she pushed through the crowd, gradually making her way to the back where Artie, Horace and Jasper stood. Suddenly she bumped into someone. She ganced over to politely excuse herself, until she saw who it was. "Oh..." Cruella sniffed, "I'mbb sorry, Anita Daring! How are you you?" 

Anita smiled, "I'm fine, Eh...erm..Cruella. How are you?"

Cruella sniffed, and opened her mouth to answer, but instead sneezed, just barely covering it with her hand. "ITchshyoo! ...Oh, I'mb so sorry, Anita Darling!" She started to fish around her coat pockets for a tissue, but couldn't find one. Thanfully as she looked back at Anita, she saw Anita's hand outstretched with a bundle of tissues already in it. Creulla snatched the tissues, grabbed one and blew her nose far louder than anticipated. "You look under the weather." Anita said, flatly. Cruella coughed a couple of times, before tucking the used tissue along with the good ones, into her coat pocket. "Me? Oh, no, Darling. I'mbb fine. You know me!" she smiled at Anita, "You've been taking pictures, yes?" Anita hesitated, "Well...I...uh...I thought that's what I was supposed to do. It is my trade after all." "You didn't happen to catch when exactly all the medicine ads showedbb up, did you?" "I uh?" Cruella shook her head. It wasn't worth it. She had business to get to. "I'mb sorry, Darling! I'll get back to you later!"

Creulla pushed past Anita, staring directly at her three family members. Her rage was more than apparent. As she approached the three of them, she begam to prepare to yell, but immediate sneezed instead. "Hehhahh...ATSCHYOOOOO!...Sorry..." she cleared her throat. "What the HELL is going on? Why are all these coldbb medicine ads showing up?"

"What? They're one of your sponsors!" Jasper laughed anxiously.

"Thenbb WHY are there so many of them?" She sounded noticeably more congested than earlier.

"Look, Cruella, I'm sorry..." began Jasper.

"SORRY? Darling, if you cared at all, you would have known to not meddle with myb show!" Cruella glanced around at the three of them, pure rage in her eyes. She looked exhausted, but somehow her anger seemed to perk her up a bit. 

"Don' look at me," mumbled Horace, turning slightly so as to avoid Cruella's heated gaze. Perhaps "heated" was indeed the best way to describe her right now; She looked incredibly angry, but also warm. Her cheeks were slightly flushed, even with her lightening powder and conceiler on. 

Cruella sniffled for a moment, and grabbed a tissue out of her coat pocket which she coughed into, and then tossed on the ground. Then, still glaring at each of her "family" members, she turned around, and began to head back into the mansion.

It was more clear than ever that Creulla was certainly not feeling well at all. She wrapped her coat tightly around her slight frame, as she made her way back to her car. Horace, Jasper, and Artie all looked at each other, and then turned back to watch as Cruella drove off, car roaring and swerving like usual, toward her mansion. With a screech, the car stopped. Cruella got out of the car, slammed the door shut, and then stomped back inside. 

***

By now the show was wrapping up. It was past 11:00 PM anyway. The crowd began to clear slowly, being herded away like cattle. They pushed and shoved eachother, constantly halting and bumping into each other on the way out. Cruella watched from above as the cars began to pull out of the front yard, and zoom off, past the "Hell Hall" sign, dissappering into the now brisk night.

There was a knock on her door. 

"Yes?" Creualla said.

The door creaked open, "Hey...I know you like to make an impression, and I have to say you are fabulous at it, but um." Artie paused, "I think you might have made a smidge too much of an impression."

Creuella whired around, "What?"

"Yeah, hon. Be honest with me. Are you okay?"

"Yes, of course, Darling!" Cruella grinned. 

Artie eyed her suspiciously. Her hair was a mess, her nose was red, her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were swimming. Artie put his hands on his hips, "Creulla dear, are you really going to make me mother you?"

Cruella laughed, "Okaybb..." she sniffed, "I guess youbb allbb can hear it inb mybb voice."

"More than that. You look awful!"

Cruella looked a tad embarrased, "Yeah..." she admitted. "I definitely do notbb look like myselfbb. I thinmppk I needbb a facial."

"At least that I'd say!" chuckled Artie. 

Cruella sighed. Did she have to admit that she was sick? Everyone seemed to be onto her this time. 

It was then that Jasper and Horace came to the door. "May we come in?" asked Jasper. Cruella nodded. Jasper eyed her, taking in the whole "look", "You look terrible."

"Darlingbbm, I always looke fabulous!" She turned and sneezed into her hand, "Ahh..etttchhYOOO!" Her hand was damp and sticky with snot. She hoped no one saw that as she grabbed a tissue to clean it off.

"Ughhh, didn't need to see THAT!" said Horace, turning away in disgust.

"Look," began Jasper, "I know you have had a hard couple years, and I know you wanted this show to be great, but you should really get some sleep."

"Yeah, you look hot...and honestly not in the way you normally do," said Artie with a smile. "You know I don't usually go for women, but sometimes I think you're an exception." 

Cruella rolled her eyes, "We allb know that isn'tbb true."

Artie smirked, "Off to bed with you now!"

Jasper looked at Cruella with concern, "You look like you have a fever." He pulled a thermometer out of his pocket, "Will you PLEASE just check your temperature so we know you're okay?"

Cruella nodded.

***

It was now nearly 2:00 AM. Creulla did have a low-grade fever, but it wasn't as bad as her chosen family worried it was, so things were a bit less tense now. It was nothing that a few days of rest wouldn't fix. Cruella wiped the last bit of makeup off of her face, tucked herself into bed, wrapping her blankets tightly around herself, and turned off her lamp. It was then that there was knocking at her door.

"Yeah?" Creulla called groggily. 

"Hey..." it was Jasper, "I brought you something."

Cruella pulled the blankets off of herself, and sat up to turn her lamp back on.

"What isbb it?" she asked with a thick sniffle.

"Oh, just a little something to make you feel better."

He handed her a gift box. Cruella smiled as she took it. "What isbb it?"

"You'll see," said Jasper with a smile, "Goodnight."

Cruella smiled back, and then sneezed into her hand,"Attchsshhhhhhhyoooo!" There was snot on her palm, which she quickly reached for a tissue to clean off, but Jasper had already grabbed her one. Creulla looked incredibly embarrassed as she cleaned off her hand, and then loudly blew her nose.

"Goodnighbt," she said. 

Jasper quietly left the room and closed her bedroom door.

Cruella looked down at the gift box on her lap. She pulled the little bow, and opened up the box, moving the tissuepaper out of the way. What she saw in the box annoyed her more than anything. There was that familiar logo, etched into her brain ever since those ads popped up in her show: "Doc Paisely's Cold and Cough Medicine". Creulla picked up the bottle and chucked it at the door, the bottle making a loud smack as it hit the wood. "I AMMBB GOINGMMMB TO KILL YOU ALL!" she screamed.

Edited August 24, 2021 by YiffySneeze
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